Giver Of Stars Novels & Stories

With that in mind, I pulled out a condom and tossed it at Zachary's feet. "This is from your mother. I'm returning it to its rightful owner. Enjoy your night."

Over in Etolia, when Elena woke up the next morning, she saw Gianna coming into her room with a complicated expression. "What's the matter, Mom?" Elena asked. Gianna hesitated briefly before saying softly, "I received some news from Charrington. It's from Henry, who wants me to pass along a message." Elena froze for a moment before replying indifferently, "I don't want to hear it." Looking closely at Elena, Gianna asked, "Are you sure?"

the giver that's what I am I give and give yet receive nothing whether it's giving my body to my mother giving my heart to my partner giving my mind to my job i give until there is nothing left of me i am left with nothing and those I had given to see the flaws of my gifts see them as thrift instead of gold is who I am cheap to you? i am leslie king! but what weight does that name carry besides the weight of my body my mother said I had too much of

The day I was released from prison, a woman claiming to be my ex-wife came to take me home. Instinctively, I pulled away when she reached for my hand. "I don't know you." She frowned, assuming I was still upset. "Five years ago, we agreed that once you got out, we'd remarry. Mom's getting older, and she misses you." Hearing that, I opened the diary I always carried with me. Written inside was an instruction: 'If someone claims to be your ex-wife, go home with her.' So, I did. After I returned home, I became the perfect husband and the perfect son in their eyes. When my ex-wife seemed to be fooling around with my younger half-brother, I pretended not to notice. When my mother openly admi

“I think you should return the money, Larry.” “I can't. This businessman finds it disrespectful not to accept a gift.” Jamie raised her eyebrows, “Okay, so tell me, who is this businessman?” “Do you know Lucifer Morningstar?” “Yes, I do; I mean, who does not know Mr. Morningstar? Wait, don’t tell me you are working for that man?” “You have guessed right.” “Larry, you must give back that money; holding onto such money would mean you are indebted to him.” “I just told you he does not accept gifts back; what else am I supposed to do?”

He is so frustrated with Aikee at the moment. "Hmm... because she's in a hurry," Aikee replied not even looking at Austin. "Listen, she didn't want it Aikee. You can't force people to agree just because you want to help save our star!" Aikee got up and smiled at Austin. "I'm not doing this for us brother. I gave her the last powder of our star because she's so lonely, she needs it. I see the whole night sky in her eyes. I'm sorry brother. I may be a kid to all of you but I'm Aikee of the fifty fifth star. I know who to give it. This time brother, she will set us free and we'll go home," Aikee said smiling. He was sure that Chassy is the key to keep their star shining.

Beneath the starlit sky, he presented a small velvet box containing a timeless symbol of commitment. Surrounded by the soft glow of fairy lights, the night sky adorned with a myriad of stars, and Avery's voice whispered words of love and gratitude. The ambiance was surreal as if the universe itself conspired to create the perfect setting for a moment of profound significance. Avery, his eyes reflecting the depth of his emotions, presented a small velvet box. Within it lay a timeless symbol of commitment, a token that promised eternity.

he respond politely Justin Gatchallian is one of the main donor in the orphanage. He always has a weak body and moving for just a hour really put a strain on his body. He walks towards Stella and Aeriol stood up "Hope you'll get well soon" he said and hand over the book to her. He slightly bend over and whispered "Nice meeting you" "I am too and thank you for saving me" Stella said and hugs the book "Thank you for saving her" Aeriol said as he extended his hand

Hadn’t looked at her. Elara didn’t know his name. No one had offered it. No one had offered hers, either. But it didn’t matter. Everyone in the room understood what was being agreed upon. He was the one they were giving her to. He looked… not cruel. Not like the others. But distant. Remote. Like someone not quite here. Like he’d learned how to disappear without leaving the room. She risked a glance through her lashes. He didn’t notice. Or maybe he did and simply didn’t care.

He also knows how to get tired, and it will be even more peaceful when I rest near the person I love the most. The curtains had not yet been drawn, revealing a view of the night sky. The bright moonlight is no longer lonely because it is surrounded by the company of twinkling stars. And those starlights are no longer easily obscured by the noisy lights because it has embraced a gentle full moon, enough to illuminate and give it an area to remember. The moon and stars illuminate the world, cover life with a warm light, and cherish in the heart a passionate love. How many things have gone through, is far away, is life and death, but looking back, love is still as beautiful as the day it just