Number Of The Stars Mga Nobela at Kwento

Friends, not knowing we had broken apart, filled my inbox with complaints. One of them told me Zachary and Tracy had rented out the entire amusement park for a date. He had spent 50 million dollars on fireworks by the river, lighting up the night for Tracy. They even stayed on a mountaintop until sunrise, sharing pictures on Instagram to parade their romance. I stared in silence at the photos our friends sent me. Could Zachary have forgotten that I had once done every one of those things in those photos with him? If he wanted to disgust me so much, how could he not feel the same?

We came from the heavens in the form of dust. That is what made us the humans we are today. The knowing where we come from only is known to a select few. The ones who dream of the stars and planets so far away. The ones who know we will always be Star Dust in the end. Katherine Thomas Chapter 1

The sky above the Zenith City was no longer a mystery, it was a fortress, the "Starlight Winter" had retreated, leaving behind a world that felt scrubbed raw and dangerously visible, high above the atmosphere, the thirteen new stars, the Sentinels, sat in a perfect, geometric ring, pulsing with a rhythmic, cold blue light that mocked our newfound peace.

It's been up to 10 years ten fucking years and am still unable to get over her . "Big brother can you please count the stars ,you know mom told us that every nights the stars numbers are different andhl with each prophecy " Rena told me . I turned my head to look at her and I just smirked instead but that didn't stop me from counting the stars . 1 ,2 . . . 20 I counted with a big smile om my fave while rena jumped and clapped her havds in exictment

Claire ⋅•⋅⊰∙∘∘∙⊱⋅•⋅ Eleven Years Ago... Stars and dark blue sheets... I've spent countless nights counting every single one of these stars. One hundred and twenty-three tiny luminous dots scattered across the expanse of these dark blue sheets. At this moment, I'm not here. I'm far away, lost among the stars. I close my eyes, imagining myself twirling among them, each twinkling a distant universe, each gleaming a moment of serenity far removed from this reality.

IT'S JUST STARING! The End...........

Enough love to cover them like the stars above and last a lifetime. THE END

It was on my birthday and we had a picnic at the beach. Though old enough to move around, I stay clung to my Dad like a koala. “ Dad, what are those little shiny things in the sky? ” “ They are called stars, Ira. ” “ What are stars? ” “ They are huge, glowing balls of gasses and each one of them is bigger than the earth. ” “ Really, Dad? ” “ Yes, Ira and you know what? ” “ What's it, Dad? ” “ There are about 200 billion trillion stars in the universe and God knows them all by name. ”

Kate chirped and ran her eyes across the endless sky. “That one right there, is Centaurus” she said excitedly and pointed her finger at one part of the sky. “It is the brightest one and consists of 281 stars. It is....” she explained on an on for about half an hour. In between she took a break and looked up at him and frowned when she found him staring at her face, rather than looking at the sky, which she was using as a blackboard. “You are not even looking at the stars” she complained with a pout.