Count Your Lucky Stars: A Novel Novels & Stories

Neo bites down hard on his bottom lip, fisting his palms on his thighs. "Great call!" Odette cheered, "Lucky is like the hottest guy who has ever asked you out. I'm sure he'll be more than happy to attend the party with you and potentially meet your brother. But seriously, Star, do you like him? Lucky is a great guy—" "He's trying to use you as a rebound," Neo snapped, "don't fall for it!" "Well, I'm not planning to love him, just lose my virginity," she shrugged nonchalantly. Neo opened his mouth to object, but Odette smacked his shoulder.

But I always feel more comfortable while writing to you - and you know that. Alana always makes me get caught up in her orbit, bonu, for she is a bright star and I am nothing but one of those lonely planets caught up in its orbit. I long to know about the secrets caught up in her mind, to see a glimpse of the world trapped behind her dark irises. I long to trace the landscape of her body & I long to make her meet you. The two most important women in my life meeting each other - now that is one event that would fill me with the utmost joy.

He turned the book around and in a trembling voice he read aloud. “Lucky – pot – cabin – lake – yours” The book clattered to the floor as it fell from his trembling hands. He turned around to face me, the paleness of his face scared me. “Bella, my mother’s nickname for me was Lucky…we need to head to the shadowlands.” I reached out and took his hand, squeezing it reassuringly. He gripped it back and said to Padgett, “thank you,” and reached into his pocket to offer her a handful of gems which could buy and sell the whole town.

"OK?" Was he now asking me if it was okay not to be nervous, or was he trying to get consent for something else? Maybe that was the moment when I should really just take risks. After all, what could happen big? And it felt so good to have him so close to me. "Okay," I said a little hesitantly. Nick smiled and rubbed his lips over my scar, kissed it lightly and lit the sparkler with it. "Okay," he breathed, resting his forehead against mine.

My worried mind became free when I saw Lou. The wind blows in my skin and I can feel the cold. I looked upwards and I can see the stars. The weather is now good. I count nine stars and after that, I closed my eyes. “I hope Lou gets better as soon as possible,” I said in my mind. I opened my eyes again. When I was young, I used to believe that if you count nine stars for nine days, your wish will become true. It is based on the Manga I read beforehand. It is entitled ‘9 stars’ by a Filipino writer, Alyloony. I know I am not on the 9th day to make a wish but I’d like to wish it every day for more chances of winning.

Alarmed, Asty slowly crouched in the corner to peek. There he was, the once faceless Count of Erana. Once. Because from that day forward when he made his identity known, he was no more faceless. Chaol Dreemur XII is the literal meaning of divine perfection. Asty's face softened upon realizing that it was only him. The count had been inside the library this whole time, reading a book under the moonlight. No candles, no chairs. He was merely standing, leaning at the bookshelves with a calm expression on his face as he read the novel in his hands.

I stepped onto the balcony to take it. "Mm-hmm, that card's been recorded. I'll send it over to you tonight once I've organized it. The tablet's with my roommate right now, though…" When I returned to the room, I found Scarlett with a look of triumphant innocence, holding up the tablet in front of me. "Joyce, I pulled so many five-star cards for you! You've got to check it out!" I glanced at the game screen and froze, my blood rushing to my head as I saw the glaring zeros next to diamonds and lottery tickets.

Chapter 1: The First Sting I never thought my life would change forever over something as stupid as forgetting to take out the trash. It was just another Friday in our quiet suburban neighborhood, the kind where everyone knows your business but pretends they don't. I'm Lily, seventeen, captain of the cheer squad at Westridge High, and yeah, maybe I look like the picture-perfect innocent girl with my long blonde ponytail, big blue eyes, and that perky smile everyone loves. But inside? Lately, I've been feeling this weird heat, like something's bubbling up that I don't understand. Especially around Daddy.

Doing anything, everything. By sunrise, I had sent fourteen proposals, not one reply. Story of my life. I rubbed my eyes and glanced at the clock. Seven-thirty. Wonderful. Another day. Another opportunity for disappointment. The design studio was unusually quiet that morning. Rain tapped softly against the windows. The gray sky matched my mood pertectly. I was halfway through reviewing floor plans when my phone buzzed. It was Chloe. I answered immediately. "If you're calling to tell me I've won the lottery, I love you."