Count Your Lucky Stars: A Novel Novels & Stories

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Taking a Chance on Love (The Youngers Book 2) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2018 by Iris Morland Cover design by Resplendent Media All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of br

They said King Alaric was a stone monster who ate the lives of his brides. But then I heard Leo’s scream as the wagon started to move. I didn't have a choice. I ran to the back of our small hut and pulled up a loose floorboard. Hidden underneath was a small spool of golden thread. It wasn't normal silk. It glowed with a soft, warm light. It was the Starlight thread, the source of my illegal magic. In Solvalla, weavers like me were hunted. If the King found out what I was, he wouldn't marry me. He would hang me.

Happy, even. But it had less to do with Ryan’s sudden change of heart, and more to do with going to Knight Mansion and somebody else’s words — words that had always been a lifeline for me. Not just anybody, but a friend who had come into my life like a blessing. Kayden Ford. Kayden — the rising star in the literary world, the renowned author of The Upward Gravity, A Spark in the Rubble, The Dawn Theory, Beyond the Script, and The Beautiful Unbecoming.

“Miss don't take the game seriously. Oops, “Sean was able to avoid my first throw. He and Luis did a high five. I was exhausted from the previous game so my throws missed. Nobody has been eliminated yet. “Mind if I join the game?” A voice asked. When I heard that, I almost squeezed the ball flat. “Hi, Chels!” Luis smiled. “Yeah, you can join us.” NO!!!!!!!!!!! Damn it! @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE FATED TO MARRY THE DEVIL

We came from the heavens in the form of dust. That is what made us the humans we are today. The knowing where we come from only is known to a select few. The ones who dream of the stars and planets so far away. The ones who know we will always be Star Dust in the end. Katherine Thomas Chapter 1

I berated myself, criticizing my actions. My father had abandoned my mother when she needed him the most during her final moments, choosing instead to be with Carolina. Carolina was fully aware of my mother's battle with sickle cell anemia, yet she selfishly demanded my father's attention and care. We couldn't help but wonder if she had used some sort of charm or love potion to captivate him. My sister Givia and I stayed by our mother's side as she slowly withered away, doing our best to provide whatever comfort we could.

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Closing her eyes, she reached her arms wide, welcoming the dark and willing her shadow to grow and spread, the dock, the water, the boats soon under an umbrella of black. And the men on the docks started to argue as more fish died and those who were older stumbled and fell and those who were healthy wiped unexpected sweat from their brows and those whose hearts were ruled by superstition fell to their knees to pray as the sudden darkness fell from the blue of a cloudless sky and Lucky the cursed, Lucky the damned, Lucky the unseen and unloved and powerless closed her eyes and allowed herself a small smile of pure satisfaction.

We don’t want to believe these people could actually hurt us. ~ Counting the stars had always been a chore for me. At least, until I met her. It became my favourite thing to do. It led me away from thoughts of her. It reminded me my hurt were of nothing but pure love, and the pulse radiating behind the back of my ears was derived from an intense emotion. Counting the stars became a favorite thing to do. Because each star, Bright or dull, Reminded me of every memory of her. But it really hurts this night. Why was it feeling like my chest is being pierced? I say I don’t want to miss her.

“Let’s get inside.” Maverick said pulling my attention from the beautiful marigolds. Interlocking our fingers, he lifted our joined hands and placed a sweet kiss on the back of my hand. “It’s getting colder.” The diamond ring shine in my ring finger as it sparkled under the dusky sun. It was indeed getting colder since this was mid-December and where we lived, winters were a lot cooler than average American winter. Two years ago, Mavwrick brought a house for us–not too large but manageable since there was only two of us and our golden retriever–Harry. He insisted several times to hire a maid but I refused. I couldn’t trust anyone. There was ocassional visit of Dr Olivia–a psychiatrist and a