Number Of The Stars Novels & Stories

All the planets and moons and stars in the cosmos conspired together to bring You and me together Tonight. .................................................................... Please vote and comment. Enjoy reading -T

He held my chin and lifted my face, those sexy eyes locking with mine. “Forget it. Age is just a number. It can’t stop me from dating you.”

Ugh it must be my mother. "Hello?" -Silence. "Hello?" -Silence. "Mommy I'm ready for my story!" I looked down at the phone realizing I didn't recognize the phone number on the screen. Must have dialed the wrong number. I shrug and hang up going to read and cuddle Amelia. Once she was in bed, I texted Shaw so that he had my number as well. 'I had a great day thanx so much for taking us to the beach. Goodnight'

“They’re already up there. I’m seeing fourteen new lights tonight. One of them is shy and reserved, and one of them is loud and annoyed. Three are dull and silent, but the rest are sleeping peacefully.” Unsure if it was merely Aqua’s way of consoling him or if the universe was playing a joke on him, there were fourteen stars in the cluster that Aqua pointed to. Dawn wasn’t well-versed in astrology, so he could only take the mermaid’s word for it. There was too much coincidence with the number of stars and their personalities with the brothers he lost.

he said, his eyes glinting with amusement. Pearl's eyes grew wide with surprise, her delicate features a picture of awe. "What? Millions? But they look so tiny," she exclaimed, her voice barely above a whisper. Eden's smile deepened, his refined nose twitching with pleasure. "Solis, which is another name for our own star, the Sun, can fit in more than 64 million moons in it, and 1.3 million Earths. And that's not the most remarkable thing – Solis is regarded as a dwarf star compared to the others."

Ten is just such a nice, round number. Or maybe…twelve… THE END

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After dinner, we lay back, reckless enough to count the stars. I told him, half in jest and half in hope, that the more stars we counted, the more years we’d be given to love each other. But the sky was too full, the stars too many, and I kept losing track, fumbling, starting over. My frustration grew sharp — I wanted to count them all, every single one, so that we could have every lifetime the universe could offer.