A Thousand Splendid Suns Novels & Stories

" Fifteen years of war. Fifteen years of waiting. And my reward is a boy who looks at me like I am a death sentence. I will tear my own soul apart before I beg. " The phantom pain is too much. It grips my heart and squeezes until I can't breathe. I am crying his tears. I am feeling his absolute, crushing loneliness. Then, he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a ceremonial silver dagger. The metal gleams under the moonlight, etched with ancient runes. The rejection ritual.

Leon lowered his head and spoke in a choked voice, "I feel so awful, Xandra. When I go home, the place is empty. There are traces of you everywhere. There's the coffee machine you bought, the flowers you took care of on the balcony, and the bedding you picked out… "But now, no one uses the coffee machine. It's covered in dust. The flowers on the balcony have withered without anyone watering them. The bed feels cold, as there's only me lying there now. The scent you left behind is fading.

"There’s nothing wrong with it. It just faces north. It’s too cold. I want a south-facing room. It doesn’t matter if it’s smaller." I really was cold. The brain tumor had thrown off my body’s ability to regulate temperature. It felt like I was trapped in a freezer all the time. Only sunlight gave me even a hint of warmth. "Cold? Then turn on the A/C." Mom looked at me like I was being unreasonable. "The south-facing room is your Uncle Jonathan’s study. The other one is a storage room." "Then I’ll take the storage room." Her eyes widened. "Are you insane? You’re turning down a perfectly good guest room to live in a storage closet? Are you trying to make your Uncle Jonathan think I’m abusing y

"This time we finish you. For good." "Bold words from wolves who can barely stand." Thaltos's red light intensified. "Fine. You want war? I'll give you war. I'll kill every last one of you. Drain the lunar wolves. And use their power to conquer every pack in this territory. Your resistance means nothing. Your defiance means nothing. You're all just—" He went silent. His eyes widened. Behind him, at the edge of the clearing, stood an old woman. She shone with silver light so bright it hurt to look at.

Third-person POV "Lena!" Emily's voice came through gritted teeth, her hands clenched into fists. "What are you doing here?!" Lena Parker had always been Emily's rival. Ever since college, Lena was always one step ahead of her—better grades, better opportunities, always winning. Emily had barely managed to wait her out until Lena went abroad. So why was she back now? Lena shot Emily a lazy glance, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Long time no see. You're looking pretty pregnant."

The golden sun rose over the majestic, snow-capped peaks of the Northern Ridge in a breathtaking surge of amber, rose, and brilliant silver. A gentle spring breeze, cool and rich with the scents of fresh mountain pine, damp earth, and blooming twilight jasmine, swept across the serene valley of Riverbend. For miles in every direction, the lands of the Twelve Clans stretched out in unbroken prosperity—a living, flourishing testament to the sovereign peace forged under the joint rule of Alpha Ethan Blackthorn and Luna Lyra Sterling.

I’m not a gloomy person by any means, but when everyone thinks of you as this ray of sunshine, some high expectations come along with that, and I don’t like to disappoint people. Why do I have to be a ray of sunshine for everyone? When do I get to just be Aurora Williams: human being? _______________ Authors Note: To anyone familiar with my previous work, I will go ahead and tell you that this is nothing like what I've done before. I've written this book to challenge myself as a writer. Also, there are some rape scenes that may trigger some readers, so keep that in mind before you begin reading. The book is yet to be edited so some slight adjustments will be made in the future for redundanci

Hanggang sa naisipan niyang 'If i die, will my suffering end? Will Miks and Tres can get enough love as one says their goodbye first? Or one still cant get enough love and wishes for the other to come back to continue the unfinished love-hate love? _ Sa madilim na silid ay makikitang may maliwanag na ilaw na nanggagaling sa Araw ng buwan na nakapasok at nakatuon sa direksiyon sa kama Kung saan nakahiga ang binatang natatakpan na ngayon ng silaw ng Liwanag ang maamong mukha. His long curved eyelashes flutter at irritation hanggang sa Dahan Dahan niyang buksan ang kanyang mga mata. His slightly orange and yellowish eyes that resemble the sunrise calmly faced the sunlight that blocked his hand

She read books, she studied for fun, she woke at dawn just to watch the sunrise. It was why she was my everything, my Forever always. Because she was unique. Unique in a town full of carbo-copy bimbos. She didn't want to cheer or bitch or chase boys. She knew she had me. Just as much as I had her. We were all we needed. I shuffled on my seat as the sound of her violin became softer, Sophie bringing the piece to an end. Lifting my camera again, I snapped a final shot as Sophie raised her bow off the string, a contended look graced her face.

Kael inhaled deeply, eyes fluttering half-closed in pure male satisfaction. “Bed, little wolf. Before I break every ethical line I set today.” I fled to the guest room like a coward, but sleep wouldn’t come. Hours later, I padded barefoot down the hall toward the kitchen for water. Light spilled from the living room. Kael was there, shirtless, pacing with a tablet in hand. Scars crisscrossed his back and shoulders—old battles, power earned in blood. Moonlight silvered the strong lines of his body. My mouth went dry.