Paradise Stars Mga Nobela at Kwento

Beckoning for me to come sit at the chair, he cleared his throat, and strummed a random note on his guitar to warm up. "Okay, okay," He said, clearing his throat. "I will now be serenading the love of my life." I laughed, barely holding back my tears. "And I will be singing to you, one of my own creations. I wrote this song as an ode to your beauty. And it is called — a handful of stars." ________

, no lights can trespass over 1 meter. An unknown energy on this planet is “eating” the light as a food source at night. As a result, no light exists. I look up to the sky. Leon says today’s weather is perfectly clear with no cloud, so actually we are gazing into millions of stars from GX67 Galaxy, but for now, as all lights are eaten, I cannot see anything above. I wonder how breathtaking it would be if the sky is perfectly clear. All the lights in this base are made with special grade metal to lock the energy so it doesn’t get burned too fast, as a result, all the lights look like rounded light balls, fluffy and warm wandering around the trees. I follows Leon to a tent.

No wonder I was dejected the whole month in the office. "Well, it's okay. Here are some of the companies I chose to apply. Do you want to check it out?" She asked with a gentle smile noticing how pale and dejected I looked. "Uh, Sure. Thanks." I said and got her binder. "Well..here is The Red rose publishers, I heard they pay well also I heard their boss is a solid work ethic. This is Grace publishing, It's a pretty peaceful work place. They have Sunday retreats too, I heard. This is Ellet magazine, so glamorous and what do you think about The Successful Savings?" She asked as she was listing out all the companies from her big file of brochures.

While all of this was indeed impressive, what truly took her breath away was the sky. "It's so beautiful." Fate could not have chosen a more beautiful clear night to present this gift to the eyes. Everyone grows so accustom to their circumstances, it's rare they truly appreciate what always lay in front of them every day. You may believe the view of the stars is the same anywhere, but they were so high up the city lights were no issue, the view was completely clear of interference. A sea of lights you may never grasp. "Even in Oregon I don't think I've ever seen the stars this clear." It may just be the height, it may be she never took the time to truly appreciate the view she was blessed w

“Coming Mum.“ I yelled for the umpteenth time, but didn't move an itch from the worn-out marble floor I laid. My gaze was still fixed on the small television which was just few metres away from me, with my chin on my hands for support. Excitement had the best of me and nothing else seemed to matter at the moment. It was that period of time that comes every year when the 'Greygott conglomeration' makes an exemption for a lower-class to get admitted into the prestigious Greygott high-shool. They make a pick from the application letters sent by over a thousand lower-class kids. It's somewhat pathetic that such number of persons struggle to get just one position. But on a second thought, you can

" Silently, I looked at her angry expression. "He's gone—gone with the baby." The nurse covered her mouth, looking apologetic. "I'm sorry." I smiled and shook my head, but my gaze fell on Chloe Bennett's latest social media post. In it was a man with a cigarette between his lips. He was shirtless, his sculpted abs illuminated under dim lighting. His head was lowered, one hand unbuckling his belt—impatient, almost desperate. The caption read, "When the earthquake struck, he rushed to me without hesitation. The fireworks in the sky bore witness—from that moment on, we belonged to each other."

Trying to keep things light, I probed, "There's a really bright star next to the moon. Can you see it?" However, Pete quickly changed the subject. "Ariana, let's video call." My heart skipped a beat. Video call? That seemed like an intimate gesture reserved for romantic partners. I had never video-called a man just for a chat before, not even Nicholas. "I can't see the star. Let's video call, and you can help me find it," he said, sounding disappointed. Pete seemed to be in a sour mood today. Perhaps work wasn't going well for him. Otherwise, he wouldn't still be out so late.

Sunset was falling over the sea. Outside on the covered terrace, a million lights drifted from the ceiling. Next to the terrace roses all over the place. The fairy lights sparkled over her head as she stepped onto the stone floor in her simple white sandals. A musician sitting in the back played the first notes on a guitar, accompanied by a flute. All so simple and so magical. Then she saw Gabriel. He was waiting for her at the other end of the terrace. On one side of him stood a friend of Lorenzo’s, the mayor of a nearby town who’d agreed to conduct the hastily arranged civil ceremony. On his other side stood his friend, Lorenzo.

POV - GABRIELLA SANGRIENTO I shut my eyes as tight as possible against the agitation that tried to intervene upon my black personal madness. "Everything alright?" Abelard queries worriedly. I open my eyes and sigh, placing the teacup back on the coffee table. Standing up from my seat, I stressfully drag my body to the balcony, when I lean my body against the black railings I take in the beautiful night sky view of Paris. "Gabriella?" Abelard's soft voice calls out my name.

Happy, even. But it had less to do with Ryan’s sudden change of heart, and more to do with going to Knight Mansion and somebody else’s words — words that had always been a lifeline for me. Not just anybody, but a friend who had come into my life like a blessing. Kayden Ford. Kayden — the rising star in the literary world, the renowned author of The Upward Gravity, A Spark in the Rubble, The Dawn Theory, Beyond the Script, and The Beautiful Unbecoming.