Chasing Stars Book Novels & Stories

I said loudly, cutting in before Chase ran for cover. Conrad, thankfully, bypassed the whole Lucian-Caisen comedy routine and crouched beside Chase with that calm energy only he and very old therapists had. “Hey, Chase. Remember me?” Chase nodded. “You gave me the robot book.” “I did. And I brought part two. It’s got a space dog this time.” Caisen hovered behind them like an overexcited peacock. “Do I get a hello?” Chase blinked up at him. “Hi.”

The hunt was over. The chase had begun. END OF CHAPTER 22

Agatha had a way of making people fall for her cooking skills. "I'm glad you like it. What book are you reading?", Agatha asked. "The fall of the dark angel", she answered with her mouth full. "I love that book. I'm not going to spoil it for you, then", Agatha said making her pout. "Just tell me if Athena and Damon forgave each other", Arieon pleaded.

He knocked gently, hoping she would answer, but the silence was deafening. Without hesitation, Chase let himself into the room, his eyes scanning the space for any sign of Ariel. But she was nowhere to be found. Instead, he saw Moon and Star sleeping peacefully on the bed, their gentle snores a testament to their deep slumber. Chase’s heart swelled with love and warmth, his paternal instincts kicking in.

"Mister handsome... I believe the stars are similar to humans. When you're famous (a star) and no one knows who you are... you get sad, you feel like you're not doing a good job, and this also applies to those who aren't famous." As I drew his attention, my voice trailed off. "Can you see the sky? All of the tiny sparkling lights you see are known as stars, which means they are famous, but the rest of the world refuses to recognise them." I explained calmly, allowing all of my words to sink into Arthur's mind. **** Author's Note: Hello, readers. This chapter is meant to encourage you to look up at the sky. Why not try getting lost in the splendor of the night star?

Even though the climate outside was colder than what it usually was, their house was filled with joy. -Chasing The Alpha Special Chapters

I realized that many depicted constellations in ways unfamiliar to me, with stars joined together in unfamiliar patterns. One illustration in particular captured my attention, showing a group of six stars that the accompanying picture identified as some sort of good luck charm. I studied the clusters of stars, memorizing their positions. Dawn was approaching by the time I finally closed the book and made my way to bed, my mind alive with new knowledge. As I lay in the dark, I thought about returning the book to the library so as not to be caught with stolen goods. But the idea of giving it up now, after it had brought me such delight, seemed inconceivable. I reasoned that as long as no one r

“I guess jealousy made her a manipulative bitch.” He pulled me to him and gave me a tight hug. “I don’t care. It didn’t make a difference to me. Although, I must admit that finding out I was your first actually felt surreal.” I rested my head contentedly against his shoulder. Then I looked at the stars above us. The skies were clear, the stars were shining brightly. I blinked and I thought I saw a star flash through the skies. They said that if you see a shooting star, you should make a wish. I already knew that wishes come true but I could not ask for more at this moment. When I closed my eyes, all I thought was, Please make this last forever.

, I asked her and she nodded her head. "And do you see the stars?", I asked her and she again nodded her head. I looked her and she has calmed down by now. She was looking at the dark sky and pointing towards the different stars. I looked outside with pride that I could calm her down. I mentally patted my back. Well done! I felt her tiny fingers softly touch my cheek and I looked down at her. This time she gently brushed her locks with finger. What does she mean? I decided to make a guess.

The sky was splashed with brilliant stars which illuminated not only the atmosphere but also people's hearts. Nneoma sat on her bed, munching popcorn. At that moment, she reached for a poetry book on her cupboard which she had purchased at a bookshop during the holidays. It was titled; Chimes of Golden Tunes. 'I've not read the poems,' she murmured opening the book. She positioned herself well on the bed and flipped the pages. Arriving on the first poem, she read the title slowly. 'The Iridescent Stars; mmh… Typical of tonight.'