100 Days Of Sunlight Novels & Stories

Amidst the luminous expanse of their sunlit kingdom, Apollo and Jolene find delight in a spirited game of Solar Spheres, a celestial sport that ignites their competitive spirits and fills their days with boundless joy. In the heart of their sun-drenched palace, a shimmering arena awaits, bathed in the golden glow of the sun's radiant rays. The rules of Solar Spheres are simple yet exhilarating: players harness the power of solar energy to propel glowing orbs of light across the arena, aiming to outmaneuver their opponent and score points by sinking the orbs into radiant portals of light.

He scoffed and Audrey looked at him surprised. “Did you just say that to me?” “Of course.” “What happened to you being nice?” “Do you know how hard it was for me to act that way? Come on, I tried my best. I gave you six days off from 90 days of work, it's the least I could do.” “90 days of work? Six days off? What the fuck are you talking about?” “Well, you have always asked me why I kidnapped you.” He started his statement as he put his hands in his pant pocket and walked around the room slowly.

Chapter 96 Xavier emerged from the water, racking his hair with fingers. The kids were swimming and playing around him in their house pool, wearing their swimming suits and tubes. He looked at the chaizy and saw Caroline sleeping with a book over her face. Her bikini clad body was shining in the early spring sun. The weather wasn't hot to say, and it was her favorite pastime these days to lay down in the sun and absorb as much Vitamin D. Her body was a shade of tan and that would always make Xavier horny. The stone on her navel was sparkling in the sun and so was her ring. He kept looking at her for a while before he stepped out of the pool.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

Her eyes were red as she stepped forward, one slow step at a time. I almost laughed at the sheer audacity. During the time she was "dead," I slit my wrists. I overdosed on pills. I tried to jump off a building. I must have tried a hundred different ways to kill myself just so I could be with her again. The only person who stood by me through all of it was Lena. Lena told me over and over that she would stay. That all I had to do was turn around. That all I had to do was let go.

Everything around me begins to fade away until there's nothing but the sound of Ryder's breathing, which is one of the most comforting sounds I've ever heard. ***** The rest of the day and night goes by in the blink of an eye. Before I know it, it's the following morning-the morning we're going to be leaving-and everyone is gathering out by the vehicles in our snow gear while chewing on a cold breakfast of apples and beef jerky. The apples are a little bruised from hitting the ground and resting there, but the taste more than makes up for it. It's probably the sweetest thing I've had in a while, and it's enough to brighten my whole morning.

When I accepted the call, her gentle voice flowed over the line, "Sweetheart, I'm very mad that you refused to listen to me. I know you're feeling quite anxious right now. She paused, then said, "How about this? Send me a written pledge with 999 lines saying that you'll always listen to me. If you do that, I'll help you." Despite the despair that welled in me, I had no choice but to grit my teeth and start writing. Sweat beaded my forehead from the severe cramping, and my head pounded like a drum. My stomach was roiling like a stormy sea, and even the light from my phone screen made me want to vomit.

I said, my voice quiet. “I know what kind of woman stands in the middle of a ballroom and doesn’t cry,” he replied. “I know what kind of woman builds something from the ground up only to have it ripped from her hands. So I know you enough to know that you want to bring the bastard to his knees.” I swallowed hard. “Why one hundred and nine days?” His lips curved slightly. “Because that’s exactly how long it took him to break you.” I looked away without a word. I knew he was right but I didn't want to accept

“imagine it took you months to get Andre to finally look at you, and then he later found out you were sick, and he abandoned you. You would have waisted much time, when you hardly have any. You don’t need to waste time on him. When you hear, this life is short...” Emma spread her arm on the air dramatically looking into space. “Only people like us, who is dying or who has loved ones that are dying knows the pain behind those words. So there is no time to waste. If you wanna experience dating before you die, you go for who's ready and who is ready you go for.

Our claws touch for a fraction of a second, and the pack bond clicks in my head. He is the king of the sun kingdom. The land where the sun never shines, yet his eyes burn with the raw light of a star. The white king walks toward Betty, his gaze lifting to the sky. He raises both arms toward the sun. A strange, heavy pressure drops over the forest. The light begins to bleed out of the air. The bright afternoon fades into a thick, artificial twilight as the trees turn to charcoal shadows. It is done, the sun king’s voice echoes in my mind. I can hold the solar energy inside my own body for one hour. Your friend Novalee thought this would give her a chance.