I Told The Stars About You Novels & Stories

"I need a bride for the wedding ceremony in three days. Who can help me find one to put on a show?" Immediately, messages flooded into the chat. "What the heck? Did your account get hacked, Luke?" "Luke, are you being serious right now? What about Alice?" I was in no mood to explain the situation, so I simply replied, "I'll share the whole story later. Keep this a secret for now." Alice came out of the bathroom with a sweet and pleasant smile. It was as if the vicious woman I'd overheard just now had only been a figment of my imagination.

sticker. [Might be late coming home. Wait for me, okay?]

He was going to give her a heart attack if it continued. “I was talking about you.” “Noah.” “Fine, fine. The stars are pretty but I still think you’re prettier. Way prettier.” “Really?” “You shine more than the stars to me. Fucking surreal.” Her cheek widened further. “You’re making me blush all over again.” She turned in his arms so that they were facing each other, her chest to his. “While growing up, my grandmother used to tell me a tale about stars. Want to hear it?” “What tale?”

“There’s this beautiful poem Nana used to read to me about the stars sometimes when I came here. I didn’t fully understand it then, but I think I do now.” “She called it If The Stars Could Speak. It was by one of her favorite poets Clariel Estevez, if I remember correctly.” He turned fully to her now, rubbing his palm along the exposed skin of her arms. He could only be grateful the dress wasn’t fully sleeved like all the clothes she enjoyed wearing. “Wanna hear it?” He asked when she didn’t say anything.

I thought for a while there that she might quite literally hate my guts. "What keeps you up so late?" Isa asked, standing across from me but sitting back on the edge of the table. A sly smile slid across my face. I could feel it before I understood why it was there. We were alone here. It wouldn't hurt to tease her a bit. "I have this thing with the night sky," I said, closely monitoring her for any sign of recollection. "I've always been obsessed with the stars, constellations, all of that."

When I and Cassel came back home, I saw Charles outside staring at the stars. "Hey, man. Hope you are good?" "Hi, boss. Yeah, I am trying to be" he replied. "What are you thinking about that makes you stare at the stars in such a way?" "You see these stars, those that twinkle brighter than others. My mother used to tell me when I was younger that every star that twinkles in the sky was a happy star and that was because it has found its better half, and that all this happened under the guidance of the moon. The twinkle was a form of a message the stars passed telling each other about their feelings. She said the moon represents the Moon goddess and the stars were mates."

Instead, I watched the stars and he just stared at me do so. “Pietro” I called his name softly, turning my neck a little to look at him. Our eyes met since he had been staring at me all these while. Light brown eyes sparkled and I felt my toes curl on their own accord. “Why do you never watch the stars but just stare at me?” I managed to ask the question. “You look up because those stars up there, those are your stars, Peaches. But my own star? It's right here with me. You are my star, Cara.”

I couldn't even get the activity we did off my mind which caused me to turn red. As we walked, Victor turned to me with a curious expression. "What do you want to do tonight?" he asked, his eyes sparkling with excitement. I smiled, feeling a sense of wonder. My hands remained in my cheek as I thought. However, the answer finally came. "I want to see the stars," I said, my voice barely above a whisper. Victor's face lit up with a warm smile. He pulled me to himself, and hugged me. "Well, it seems you're in luck because I have the perfect spot," he said, "but are you ready for an adventure?"

But you're different, Can you feel it? I want you to see, The person I see you to be. You're not alone, I see you. Are you scarred? What do you fear? Come closer, I'll tell you a story, And wash all your fears away. Do you see the stars? Billions upon billions of them, Yet you shine the brightest. You're a special kind of star, One that never dies. Are you broken? Come closer let's compare scars. Your heart hurts right? Mine does too,

my heart, my heart is begging me not to. "Stella, this is your chance. You told me you want to be star, righ?" her gaze fixed upon me. She wasn't even blinking and I nodded right away, because obviously, who doesn't want to become a star? Well, I'm not talking about literally a star.