Aesthetic Sunshine Novels & Stories

The captivating and stimulating sounds of exotic wildlife flood the air, creating a peaceful backdrop. It's now beyond noon, so it's no surprise that the sun is up and beaming brightly, sending a golden glow across the land, transforming the island into a place of ethereal beauty. The hues become more vibrant, as if nature itself had been painted with a holy brush. The sky explodes in a rainbow of colors, leaving a stunning reflection on the calm waters below.

Well, she was right about the sunsets. I’ve never seen anything as spectacular as this in my life. The sun is slowly glowing down the sky, and it’s not just sinking, it’s shooting rays of pink and orange with such dramatic force, I’m put in mind of one of Noah’s superheroes. “Sunset” sounds quite passive, quite nothing-y. This is more like sun-pow! Sun-take-that!

Under sunlight, Dysis was a remarkably lovely young woman with smooth, creamy skin that radiated both warmth and easy appeal like honey. Her body was a living beauty, each movement a dance of grace and silent force and every curve precisely formed. She strolled with an addictive rhythm, demanding attention without words from her hips.

In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"

" she pouted. He just laughs at her as he stares at the moon having a deep thought. ''Hmm, I will'' He said in his mind... .... The golden sky of a sunset and the scent of flowers is enveloping the city of Euthopia. The sky is so beautiful with its a golden color that the sunset brings. Sunny could see the city's view from where she is sitting. This place has been her secret place with Jin. They could see the City from afar with all the lights that seem to dance in the night and the river of euthopia which seems to comfort everyone who stares at it and the fresh air that blows with them is so refreshing. Sunny is staring at the Sun that almost fading away. Surely the sun sets for a reason Bu

OCTAVIA. My chin rested on my knees as I watched the beautiful sunset. There was a cool breeze blowing, which felt great with a serenity that soothed my soul. My curls were gently bouncing around my shoulders. The scent of sunshine, citrus, and sandalwood teased my senses. I sighed, content with how perfect this moment was. It felt like something straight out of a movie or something. Certainly, an experience that I’d love to repeat. ‘Sunsets are proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully,’ was a quote by Kristen Butler.

Completely disgusted, Pia Drew walked briskly going inside but Andrew held her hand tightly that he could feel her bones in his palm. "Remember everything you did in the library?" Andrew showed his dimpled left cheek. "Are artists supposed to be trained how to handle situations like that?" Pia Drew hardly pulled off his hand from her wrist. "Sunny, why do you hate me so much?" There was a sudden silence while their eyes met. That was the very first time Pia Drew heard him call her Sunny. "Do you expect all people to like you?" "No. That's why I want to get you to like me."

On one hand, I am claiming her as mine with Ansh too, and on the other hand, I am roaming around with these stupid women who thought that if we sleep together then I would agree to be with them forever. My Sunshine looks heavenly beautiful in front of the other women as they are looking to fade in front of her. My Sunshine's face isn't painted in layers of cosmetics. She is naturally beautiful and doesn't need to cake herself in beauty creams. Those mindless women are looking at her with hate, anger, and Jealousy. I mentally laughed but soon the bubbles of my happiness burst because of the look she gave me. She has a disgusting look on her face and left me with that bitch.

His white dress shirt was unbuttoned halfway down his chest, exposing the tanned skin and the edge of his tattoo. But it was his hand that stole the air from my lungs. His belt was undone, his zipper was down. His large hand was inside his trousers, moving in a slow stroke. He looked at the camera. His eyes were dark, heavy-lidded, and focused entirely on me. "Hi, Sunshine," his voice came through the AirPods, deep and rich, wrapping around my brain like smoke. "Luca," I whispered, barely mouthing the word. "Don't speak," he commanded softly. "Just listen and watch."

Coming home to a happy home with warm smile of his wife and laughter of their children to welcome him was always what he dreamed of. Thinking of the possible heart warming future, Chris slept with a small smile on his lips. Early morning, the sun’s first ray of light came through the curtains which was not drawn closed yesterday night, illuminating the room. Due to the sun’s rays, the room was painted in a gorgeous light orange hue, creating a magical atmosphere. Outside the balcony, you could hear the birds chirping happily from the garden. Chris woke up to those beautiful sounds of nature. Since it was mid autumn, the morning breeze was slightly cold, bringing a slight shiver on touching t