Isn't The Moon Beautiful Novels & Stories

I found my way to the couch, took an extra blanket from the wardrobe, and lay on the couch which was placed next to the window, giving me a full view of the moon. God, it was beautiful. The way the moon stood alone, full, round, perfect, and bright like the sun in the dark sky lighting up paths and gracing me with its presence. It was magical. The little twinkle of the stars that danced around the moon, working together to make the night a beautiful evening, a beautiful night.

he reminded me again, in a low voice. I should feel good that he doesn't, but I don't; instead, I'm still confused as to how he cannot fall for her. "But she's like the sun, beautiful. How can you not fall for her beauty?" I asked, puzzled, peering into his eyes. "Some find the sun beautiful, but I think the moon to be more beautiful, even though it doesn't shine as bright as the sun, because there is this beautiful peace it brings." He placed his hand against the side of my face.

All thirty percent of it since it wasn't a full moon. "Look up at the sky. Isn't the moon beautiful?" I told him. "It is." "I could stare at it all night. I feel like it's giving me energy." It didn't necessarily give me energy but it made me happy to look at. Almost calming. The beautiful crescent up there gleaming with the twinkling stars littering the night sky. Nature is so beautiful. "It's not even full yet." He said looking up at the sky. "I don't need it to be." I giggled. "I love crescent moons. I feel like it's smiling down at me. Besides, round is boring, who needs a full moon anyway."

Still, boring. “Is it really that beautiful?” I can't help but ask and she giggles, nodding her head. “What’s so funny about it?” I almost grumble, frowning at her. “It is the way we look at things, though everything made by God is beautiful and amazing.” “Right. Maybe my perspective is that it is boring to look at the moon.” “Exactly. That’s the difference. Anyway, what do you enjoy looking at, then? Bar graphs and charts?”

He crowed. Although am beautiful, am much inferior to the moon goddess so l cant be the most beautiful Luna ever lived. I responded playful but cant denied the fact that l felt good as he called me beautiful. No no we dont count the moon goddess. She combines alot of creatures under her protection. He defended his point and l was like really!

He stood up from the tree and stepped towards me. “You are the gift that the Moon Goddess promised us, you are the one that is meant to lead us. She has given you to us for a reason. I believe this, this cause, our cause, this is that reason. You will free us, Beauty. With my help, Were-kind will thrive in this world once more”.

Ava's POV: Standing by the window and gazing at the glinting orris-silver moon, I was thinking how my whole world has changed just in a matter of hours. I'd always loved the moon. The way it shines in the dreary sky, surrounded by millions of twinkling stars, alone but still holds power and beauty. The moon came to the sky as a mother comes to sing a soft lullaby to ease her children into a star-filled night. It graces the sky as if she'd had some bright idea, something brilliant needed to shine upon the earth. It has always mesmerized me, but today it didn't, I wasn't feeling anything. There was a numb pain in my chest. My mind was black, just like this night.

Layla mocked me. What was I thinking? That he'll open up to me? He had nothing to say to me, he had made that clear from the start but why did I wish it was different? “It is” I always admired the moon, and its ability to stay so bold and beautiful I couldn't help but wonder why it seemed so peaceful to gaze at it every single night. Why it made it so easy to ignore all the pain and suffering caused by the day, how easily it could end, yet it stayed the same. It reminded me of how beautiful the world could be if you ignored all the darkness and fear. I laughed at myself, I dreamt too much, It wasn't healthy for this world, it seemed too unrealistic.

The moon will turn red as red as blood. Suddenly when I was looking at the moon, someone was talking to me who made me turn towards him. “Do you like the moon tonight? The moon tonight is very beautiful right? " someone said to me. I turned to this voice, the voice of a man and replied "Yes I really like the moon, but not a month like this." Smile sweetly looking at the moon in the sky. "Yes, what kind of moon do you like?" "The red moon in the forest of Aima"

~STORM As I sit here under the soft glow of the moon, I can’t help but feel an overwhelming sense of gratitude. The moon goddess has truly blessed me in ways I never thought possible. I look around at my beautiful family, and my heart swells with joy. My twins, Selene and Kingdom, are the light of my life. Their laughter fills our home with warmth, and their love is a constant reassurance of how lucky I am.