Giver Of Stars Novels & Stories

It's the same place where he gifted me the star pendant. Wow! It's been so long right! It's been 2 years since Timothy's wedding with my sister, it's just been 2 years but still I couldn't even remember how did I even used to be before I met this particular guy "Aiden Parker". Time flies fast. I remember getting irritated by the guy who's walking beside holding my hand, but I never knew he would become my world all together. I stood close to the railing while watching the stars in the black sky. I giggled when I felt him hugging me from the back with his chin on my shoulder. Now I feel warm.

"Why not, Faye? I've checked the info on their company website, and even if you haven't officially started yet, you can still submit an internal referral once you have the offer. It's literally just a matter of putting in a quick word for me." He hesitated briefly before asking solemnly, "I-Is it because you don't intend to help me, Faye?" "T-That's not it!" Faye stammered defensively. She bit the bullet and confessed once she noticed the disappointment in Xavier's gaze. "I actually got in through an internal referral myself, so I don't have the authority to refer anyone else. How about you look into other job openings instead, Xavier?" Xavier instantly pulled his arm back. "Who put in the i

I gave Kevin a cold stare and added, “Every year, he takes 100,000 dollars from me to prepare New Year’s gifts, and this is what he sends to my parents. Plain water that costs two dollars. He bought it online. Even the packaging is recycled boxes. “And what about what he bought for you?” I pulled out screenshots of the purchase records and shipping details, slapping them down in front of my father-in-law. “Take a good look. Open your eyes and really look! The real premium whisky, the real high-end cigarettes… They were all bought with my money! “But who was listed as the recipient? Alina! You’re drinking the real liquor I paid for and smoking the real cigarettes I paid for while calling me s

I told her about the stars, about wanting to disappear into the sky where nobody could find me. “Why would you want to disappear?” she asked one afternoon, lying beside me in the grass, both of us staring up at clouds. “Because…” I swallowed hard. “Because nobody sees me anyway. Not really. I’m just… in the way.” She rolled onto her side, propping herself up on one elbow. “I see you.” Three words. That’s all it took. “I see you too,” I whispered. She smiled, reached into her pocket, and pulled out a small silver star on a chain. “My mom gave this to me. She said when you’re lost, you follow the stars home.”

I was happy, but even more so because I had helped so many children. “Mr. Smith, would you like to say a few words?” The host’s question was the only one I was asked. I gripped the microphone tightly. “I know I’m just a small star in the vastness of the universe, but there are many like me, stars willing to burn themselves to spread knowledge. “I hope that we will never forget our true purpose and try our best to light up the world.” As thunderous applause filled the hall, I imagined my old teacher smiling down on me. “You did it, Dante. You did well.”

He was just an inch away, his heavy citrus-scented breath lingering on my face, his gray-bluish eyes holding mine in an intense stare down. "I..." I swallowed hard on dry air as I was lost for words. What could I possibly give him? I didn't know who he was. But from the diamonds on his wrist and neck, the richness of his skin, and his citrus scent which stood strong against the foul smell of the dirty jerseys, I knew he was stinking rich. And me? A girl who had to tie up her breasts just to save her father. There was nothing I could give. "I have nothing... nothing to give you.

Another real thing — something humans can’t touch, can’t ruin. I know someone’s standing beside me. I noticed the second he walked over, but I don’t bother looking. He smells nice, clean, warm — but the moon has all my attention. The stars, too. Maybe it’s the freedom of it all that keeps me staring. “You know one fact about the stars?” I ask, still watching the sky. When he doesn’t answer, I keep going, my voice quiet but steady. “Most of them might already be dead.” The words hang there between us. “Their light just hasn’t stopped reaching us yet. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it? How something can be gone and still look alive.”

He thought of the nights they had lain beneath these very stars, weaving stories for their daughter, promising her that nothing loved was ever truly lost. He smiled, brushing a lock of hair from her brow. “Only those who burned bright enough,” he said softly. “The stars are old. They have seen many stories, many lives. But they remember the ones who changed the world—the ones who loved fiercely, who gave all they had, who left light behind for others to follow.” She leaned into him, warm and small against his side. “Mama burned bright, didn’t she?”

Then, suddenly, a single, brilliant golden star appeared at the exact center of the stabilized Source. It was small, casting off a warm, comforting radiance that felt like a gentle embrace. It was eternal. It was the Creator's final, parting gift to their creation—a light that would never, across any timeline, fade away. The Sleeper stared at the miniature star, its titanic eye reflecting the warmth. Beside it, the First Traveler stared down at the platform, wiping the tears from his face with the back of his hand. Aurora slowly let out a breath, wiping away her own tears as her silver light settled into a peaceful, steady glow. Beside her, Luca reached out and gently took her hand, his fing