A Thousand Splendid Suns Novels & Stories

The plane lifted through the twilight, and Manhattan dissolved into a blanket of starlight. Ten hours. Three time zones. One life, buried. I did not look back. West Africa. Dawn. The sedan jolted down a dirt track. Smoke from cooking fires tangled with the scent of fever and despair. A mother knelt in the dust, cradling a boy no older than five. Purple lesions bloomed across his neck. His breath hitched—a fragile bird trapped in a cage of bone. Evola. Nearby, a line of children waited silently outside a thatched clinic, eyes hollow, arms marked with IV scars. One girl clutched a rag doll, whispering to it: "Doctor will fix you."

It was a harsh, orange radiance that felt like a fever dream. "Jax! Get everyone under the thermal shields! Now!" Sofia screamed, her voice shattering the frozen silence of the Wastes. (NOMO HOLT’S POINT OF VIEW) "What the hell is that? Zilo, look at the light! It’s not the sun!" Nomo shouted, squinting through his visor as the gray sky was suddenly torn open by beams of blinding, orange energy. The beams didn't just illuminate the Wastes; they scorched them. The frost on the viewport evaporated instantly, the glass turning hot to the touch.

As dawn's first light emerged, the morning sun, resembling a blazing sphere of fire, gracefully ascended the sky, brushing it with a spectacular palette of deep crimson and shimmering gold. With the sun’s ascent, a figure, Silas Kane, the marginally younger of the Kane Alpha twins, found himself immersed in the serenity of the new day. He stood with a stillness that contrasted with the slowly awakening world around him, closing his eyes momentarily, allowing the gentle warmth of the sun's earliest beams to caress his visage.

I fluttered my eyes open and looked around me, there was no sign of Calyx and my head was banging really hard making it hard for me to remember what day it was. I crept out of bed and went to stand close to the window, pushing off the curtains as I tried to understand the sounds I was hearing. My eyes stared everywhere as I took in the jubilation of the pack members, some of them were gathered around the palace, having a fun time with themselves. “It's coronation day.” I mused, finding solace in staring at the wolves. The creak from the door made me turn away from the window. Moira entered the room with two other maids, and they both carried a bowl in their hands.

nothing. Abegail whimpered and turned again. The sun had abated to be replaced by a torrential rain outside the cabin window. The daily afternoon drenching. The sudden relief of temperature. Sun Li rising in Abegail's dream now. Embracing her, comforting her, carrying her to his low bed in the middle of a pavilion perched on a rock outcropping high above a ravine. Water cascading from a fall across the ravine. Cascading thick, black hair on her breasts and belly and thighs. A cooling tongue heating her up at her very core. The sound of lutes and flutes and the filling of her inside by a throbbing cylinder of strength and peace and passion. Sun Li humming to her, comforting her, as he rises u

I found him in the attic sitting on one of the seats that the room provided. I sank into the seat next to his and relaxed in it. The attic had glass walls, the lights were off. The moon lit up the room dimly but it was enough for now. He turned when I sat next to him and looked at me with intense eyes. He looked at me like a blind man seeing the sun for the first time, like I was a reward handed to him on a silver platter.

While my final moments were approaching, dying of thirst, the sun rising off the horizon, I cried harder, staining my coat with red tears for a monster had found me. He is filthy, tall, with bright hair, wearing the suit of a man, standing on two legs. His ears are so small, his eyes are so big, their colors so dull. He’s pretending to be regal with real rugs draped around his body, dirty and with mismatching patterns, sewn together into a jacket. He says nothing, looks at the horizon, and I know he is here to watch me die. “Who hurt you?” I look at the monster, shocked that he can speak the tongue of man, and I make noises at him to scare him away, hissing, barking, anything. I would rather

Gianna hated palanquins. She thought it was a shame to put her weight on someone else’s shoulders. Though she asked for a horse, Edgar denied it saying it does not match for a girl to travel on a horse. He had no idea how good Gianna was at horse riding. After she came out of the palanquin, Gianna gazed at the Hesmian palace which was bigger than any other buildings she had ever seen. On the other hand, Danyel was trying to recall the weird dream he had last night. This time he saw the brightest sun anyone could ever imagine. It was burning endlessly and it reminded him of a fierce warrior. Not only the view, but he also felt the warmth.

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

His heart screamed in pain and only if anyone could hear the shattering sounds. He kept his gaze on the villa as boys and girls were dancing and laughing around the pool. Some swimming. Some go for food. Some girls were leisurely enjoying the warm sun laying in the pink flamingos floating in the water. He was about to gaze his eyes but just then he caught the sight of Xiana sauntering out in her neon green string bikini. He rubbed his eyes and it didn't change. It was practically the first time in his life that he had seen her almost naked. Those cups were doing nothing to hold the precious curves and bursts of her lavish breasts and….