Ateez #eternal Sunshine Novels & Stories

, how desperately I want to take you in there arms of mine And never let you go Taste your kiss till the end of time Maybe after then, yeah after then I will be happy too Oh just look at you You are the woman that i waited for The only one i see I could live a million years or more And not explain this beautiful pain i go through when i look at you Just looking at you That is all i want to do It's look at you "Wherever you are Azalea I still love and cherish you always." ELIZABETH'S POV

//MIDNIGHT MOURGE// =Flashback= (Song: Good day to love) "Dazzling sunshine feels pretty good I’m clumsy in everything I’ve always been I Know~" "I heard you have a tough competitor. Should I expect you to lose this game huh?" I devilish smirk is on Edeth's lips while mocking me. I just continue drinking my wine while scanning the whole boring event.

After finding Nezeira smeared in blood Zachaeus approached her and said, “Dear one, it’s okay. Go clean up. We will talk after.” Nezeira didn’t say anything and walked out of the room towards the well. The sun was about to rise and Zachaeus was a bit late to realize that. So he was about to warn Nezeira to quickly finish and come inside as the sunlight will burn if not kill her. But just then the first rays of sunlight hit Nezeira’s face, stunning everyone who watched it from inside the house. Her face reflected a golden sheen with the sunlight on her face. She stood in the middle of the courtyard looking at the rising sun with a cold expression on her face.

(Saintess Elena Sunlight) “MAY GLORY BE ETERNAL!!!…”.(Congregation attendees) The entire crowds goes fanatically fervor following the drop dead gorgeous Saintess on the stage, dressed in all white sexy nun outfits,with a large golden necklace of a large tree and sun, whilst holding a human size tall silver mace. She is the one called and known as the pious Saintess of Aeternum Cathedral of Faith, a sun elf, and also the Director of the Aeternum Cathedral.

The pews sagged. It felt honest. He sat. Didn’t cry. Didn’t think. Just breathed. Until Selene showed up, balancing a small tray of herbs and eyeing him like he was a candle about to explode. “Figured you’d be hiding somewhere dramatic,” she said, stepping in like she owned the place. Ezra didn’t even look up. “It’s not hiding if I don’t want to be found.” She raised a brow, dropping the tray beside him with a soft clatter. “You’re glowing like a cursed lantern. Whole estate’s on edge, and you’re out here sulking.”

Our obsession shows our ETERNAL LOVE We are each other's ETERNAL OBSESSION. THE END

Nathan's POV A call came in almost immediately. The voice on the other end sounded hesitant. "Nathan, when did you get back? You were there for the autopsy. It's been years now—don't you think it's time to let go?" The voice kept droning on, but I couldn't hear a single word. I hung up. My eyes stayed locked on their fading figures in the distance. For three years, I dreamed of Emily Cross every single night. Her eyes, her brows, the tiny mole at the corner of her eye—everything was exactly the same. There's no way I could be wrong.

"You were the shadow to my light..." Alan Walker’s Faded. Her old ringtone. Heart hammering in her chest, she snatched up the phone, her fingers trembling as she looked at the caller ID. Selene. Her stomach lurched. No. No, no, no. This couldn’t be real. She hesitated before answering, forcing herself to steady her voice. “Hello?” “Ina! Heyy, did you just wake up? Did you forget we were going on a shopping spree today?” Selene’s voice was cheerful, sweet—so innocent, so fake.

Despite the challenges and uncertainties that lay ahead, she remained steadfast in her resolve to navigate the complexities of their shared destiny, guided by a love that defied the odds and a legacy that transcended time itself. The morning sun cast a golden hue across the sprawling estate as Seraphina reluctantly emerged from the solace of her chamber, the weight of impending conversations weighing heavily upon her heart. The familiar scent of freshly bloomed roses filled the air, their delicate petals swaying gently in the morning breeze, a stark contrast to the turmoil that raged within her soul.

My jaw dropped and next was me slapping Vernon’s arm while he eagerly avoided my attacks. On late afternoons, the store would witness the dying of the sun in the neighborhood. The harsh sun rays would spill on the glass walls and I would watch as it pours a luminescent glow on Vernon’s amber eyes and pale skin. Under the sunset, his calloused expression would no longer appear as formidable but rather dreamy—ethereal; his lips and everything in his sunbathed skin would glimmer like golden ichor. In dead hours when the night is young, the convenience store would welcome the very few customers. It was during those times, we’d get to sit side by side and review the lessons he had missed. And I h