The Sun And The Star Novels & Stories

"You don't have to stay," Star said as she reached out and snagged another smaller towel to wrap around her hair. "Just call one of my sibs to come up." "Probably a good idea," he agreed. He wished - but no, nothing had changed between them. Even though the chemistry was still as strong as ever, their fundamental differences were just too big to overcome. Neither of them spoke as they finished drying off. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he turned to see Star tucking in the end of the one she'd tied sarong-style above her breasts, covering her to her hips. "Ready."

I turned to him. My forehead furrowed. "Why a star? E, you can also be a moon." "I want to be a star because I want to be with you. I know that many men are drooling over you and they are like stars. If you'll be the moon then I'll be one of those stars beside you, admiring you. " We stared. Deafening silence. My heart pounded. With that force, I think Thyro can already hear that. Fortunately, I could not stand because I knew my knees would soften. Damn. What is happening to me?

“My father and mother love the stars as much as they love the sea. My oldest sister's name is Ariadne and my brother’s name is Orion which are both constellations. “ Danica smiled. “And Danica means?” Kaleb asked curiously. “ Danica means morning star. Danica was the sun's younger sister.” Danica smiled. The sun began peeking up over the ocean, the sky going lighter as they sat in silence for a moment. Danica glanced at the sun as the tops of the water began to turn golden. “You didn't sleep. You should probably go try before the crew is up and moving.” Danica said a small frown on her face.

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.

Some spiral symbols were also decorating his head, starting from the top of his skull--since he was bald, they were noticeable--ending up below his eyes. "No, I told you! My name is Sirius! The brightest star!" the boy shouted as he pointed his finger towards the sky. The shimmering sea of the universe, although unfamiliar compared to the one he was used to, was the only thing that made the boy feel nostalgic about his former world. If only that geezer stopped calling him Astar, it would be great. "Astar!" the man repeated as he shook his head and pointing toward the sky too. "No, I am Sirius!"

She was sure of that. “Well, I could compare you to the stars as well. Should I?” he chuckled and then went on. “Sometimes so distant and far away they seem so untouchable. However, the lights they shine are timeless in the way we understand time here on earth. Sometimes they make things out of nothing, and others, they can destroy everything around them, but that doesn’t change how they look as they sparkle against the darkness around them. They are also a beacon of hope and have a calming effect on people like me and you. Knowing that we once came to this planet as nothing more than spots of dust on a rock. Their beauty is everlasting, and people will see them in lifetimes before and after

The Evening Star pulled up alongside the Morning Star day and night at a stand still. Claire nearly jumped up and down seeing the Morning Star and the Crown. She spun to Jack who for the first time in a while seemed to feel at ease. The look of shock on his face he tried to hide. He hadn't seen the Morning Star since was young. The golden ship reminded him of the sun at dawn as it dance across the sky and across the ocean water. It was magnificent and majestic. Claire leaned into him happily. “I told you this would work! I told you we could do this!” Claire said with a laugh.

One with the blessing of the moon and the other with the blessing of the sun. Legend says that when the son of the Sun and the daughter of the Moon met at the end of the world, the world will once again be reborn.

The gun glinted in the morning sunlight. Luciano accepted it steadily. The familiar weight and cold touch seemed to transform him completely. "Is this made specially for me? Buzz, you still care for me, don't you?" I didn't answer his questions. It seemed I still couldn't forgive him on behalf of Tatiana. Yet, love could be really complicated. In the sunlight, our shadows overlapped, as if they would never be apart.

Why don't they treat me right if a weirdo is still a human? "All my life has been a lie. The first star that you see is not actually the first star that you encounter every single day. It is the sun," he said. "I think the reason why they forget that the sun is also a star is that you can't see it at night. Maybe they forget that I am human because I am not just like them. Nowadays, everyone judges you if you don't belong to a required class in society. They think you are different so they forget that you are human and that they are ordinary persons as well. The sun is very lucky that it doesn't get so many wishes, unlike the first star that you see at night, which I assume wants retirement.