The Giver Of Stars Mga Nobela at Kwento

We all clapped our hands as the two walked onto stage, smiles on their faces as they waved at the crowd, a black card in their hands with what I guess was the name of the winner on it. The large screens hanging over the stage read out all the nominations, showing clips of the movies that had been nominated with the songs playing over it, Ines was one of them. My eyes panned over to her as she sat beside her co-stars, a nervous smile on her lips as she stared ahead of her to where the two celebrities were waiting to call the winner. "And the Award goes to..." Katherine started as Isaiah, a singer I realised was from the same agency as Ines, went to open the envelope, reading the name out.

Then, without ceremony— The old traveler embraced her. Astra froze. Her hands remained at her sides. As though she had forgotten how to return a hug. Slowly... Very slowly... She lifted her arms. And embraced the Witness back. The Sea erupted with silver and gold light. The blooming tree burst into endless flowers. The forgotten lives cheered. The stars rearranged themselves again. Not into constellations. Into bridges. Connecting one another. Connecting every lonely light across the sky. The Keeper wiped tears from its face. Connection...

He stared at the plane for a very long time before leaving, heading for the handmade crafts section instead, and began seriously picking some things out. It was Christmas just three days later. I opened the front door and saw that there was a pile of presents waiting for us outside. Aster was thrilled and immediately began opening up his presents. Before long, he came across a gift box from an anonymous sender. However, I knew who that gift box was from, because it was filled with handmade lucky stars. Mitchell, who often found it annoying even lifting his head to speak to anyone, had actually folded thousands of lucky stars in the box.

No guns; just long, hooked spears. “The Gardeners,” the Auditor whispered, face grey with fear. “They don’t want power for machines. They want it to plant new worlds. They’ll destroy this planet to get it.” One Gardener stepped forward and raised his spear. The tip’s glow grew brighter. “Give us the Seed,” the Gardener’s voice echoed inside June’s mind. It was a command. “The human race failed. You stole the fire and burned your own house. The Seed belongs to the stars.”

Another real thing — something humans can’t touch, can’t ruin. I know someone’s standing beside me. I noticed the second he walked over, but I don’t bother looking. He smells nice, clean, warm — but the moon has all my attention. The stars, too. Maybe it’s the freedom of it all that keeps me staring. “You know one fact about the stars?” I ask, still watching the sky. When he doesn’t answer, I keep going, my voice quiet but steady. “Most of them might already be dead.” The words hang there between us. “Their light just hasn’t stopped reaching us yet. It’s kind of sad, isn’t it? How something can be gone and still look alive.”

Ty was abruptly stopped as the door swung open. Everyone’s eyes faced the doorway as Azura’s silhouette stood outlined by the moonlight. “No, my Alpha,” her voice trailed into the room so serenely. “It is I that stands before the room. I, your future Luna, will not stay quiet and kept any longer,” Azura says as she takes a few steps closer to her mate, placing a hand on his shoulder and gazes over the room, stopping briefly on the man who had dared to mention her name. “I know you are worried and you have reason to be. First the pack is threaten by an evil man, now we are subject to someone’s spiteful vengeance, but do not forget, that it is the Moon Goddess who has bestowed upon me her

One quiet night, Murphy carried her onto the rooftop, pointed to the brightest star in the sky, and said, "Gemma, do you see that star? I bought it for you." He handed her a certificate of ownership for the star, then gently tapped her nose and said, "From now on, this star is yours. When I'm not around, the star will watch over you instead." Now, as she stood by the window, Gemma pulled back the curtains, hoping to catch one last glimpse of her star. However, the sky was blanketed with thick clouds, and her star was nowhere to be seen. … The next morning, the head of the cryogenic research team, Andre Freeman, called, asking Gemma to come in for a physical examination.

He was the son of Jupiter City’s wealthiest family, while my parents were just ordinary university professors. But still, he had been the one who pursued me… When I remained silent, Theodore sneered at me. "What’s this? Are you so moved by just one necklace?" I set down my spoon and looked up at him. As he watched, I stood up and then tossed the necklace straight into the trash. "Thanks, but I have plenty of cheap necklaces like this one. You don’t have to bother next time." His eyes flashed in anger. "Are you crazy? Whether I give you gifts or not, you’re still not happy. What more do you want from me? You know how busy I’ve been at work!"