Novel & Cerita Beneath A Ruthless Sun

The absolute silence that stretched across the valley was more violent than a battle cry. Below the ramparts of the Obsidian Hold, the silver armor of the High Council's primary legion shimmered like an unbroken sheet of pack ice under the pale morning sun. But the light they brought was wrong. It wasn't the gentle dawn of the mountains; it was the blinding, artificial glare of the High Inquisitor’s solar staff, cutting through the crisp winter air and aggressively burning away the edges of my violet mist.

“If you can be ruthless, I can too. I’ll show you what ruthlessness really means without becoming like you.” The ambience seems to respond to my unwavering spirit, the air charged with a palpable energy. My gaze locks onto the horizon. The sun is high up, casting a warm light that brightens my determination more. "I will succeed, not in spite of you, but because of you. Your darkness has shown me the light, the path I must tread. I will dismantle you, piece by piece until all that remains with you is shame and regret. All this, I will do for the sake of Eloise and Maddox!"

He stared at me, wide-eyed, and slowly, terror crept across his face. "You... it's you! How are you still alive?!" My expression turned cold. "Of course I’m alive, Calvin. Karma always catches up with those who deserve it. All the evil you've done—now you can pay for it in hell. As for me, my beautiful life is just beginning." With that, I pulled out my sunglasses and placed them on my face. I gave Calvin a disdainful smile before turning and walking away. Behind me, I could hear him pounding the walls in fury, no doubt wishing he could break through the prison walls and kill me.

I will enjoy this sun Today This sun shines in my way The dear warmth today This is life This is victory again On my shelf, the book resting Was not at peace Till I read it So, do I keep Books in place Highly designed And organised are books Meant to drive The trauma of snow away Let the trauma of snow Fade away Fade away Each new day For sun is on its way For tomorrow again For next day will be better again I will fight every disease The same way Life is easy If it's at risk If it pulls you within It's not a surprise It is for you because To drive life up again High gain High gain In dawn or dusk In heat or cold Life must exist This I was taught This, I am told Fight the storms in life Draw

Captain exhaled "they won't be the same in power and technology, the "Devils of the red Moon" will be even deadlier than before" he clenched his fists "we have to be prepared or else humankind will fall into the hands of those devilish bastards and we won't let that happen at any cost". Suzan looked lost all of a sudden, "Promise me... Suzan...promise me...." the last words of Lucas were echoing in her mind. "I wanna resign from my duties as a member of the 'Angels of the burning Sun' "

BENEATH THE FACADE Behind the façade of wealth and power, a web of secrets awaits. Chapter 51 His POV The warmth of the rising sun stirred me awake. Golden rays slipped through the half-drawn curtains, painting the room in soft amber hues. The light landed gently on her face, outlining the curve of her cheeks, the softness of her lips, and the peaceful way her lashes rested on her skin. Even in sleep, she was breathtaking, too beautiful to be real.

*** The world beyond is harsh, dry and unforgiving. Every step is a battle against thirst, against exhaustion, against the merciless sun hanging like a molten god overhead. But I eventually make it to the Southlands. Its barren land stretches out before me with endless dunes of gold and yellow, broken only by the jagged ribs of rocks and the blackened bones of dead trees. Heat shimmers off the cracked earth, bending the horizon into restless, flickering waves. I travel fast, pushing my body beyond reason, keeping to what little shade I can find. My clothes, soaked through with sweat, dry almost as quickly, leaving crusts of salt along the seams and edges.

"If we're doing this, we’re doing it all the way. There is no 'Budi.' There is no 'place of darkness.' There is only Lina. Our daughter." Maria leaned her head against Hendra’s shoulder, the two of them standing in the dim morning light. "Lina what?" Maria asked. Hendra looked at the sunrise breaking over the rooftops of Jakarta. "Lina Cahaya. Because even if she came from the dark, she’s going to live in the light." The baby gave a soft, contented sigh in her sleep. Outside, the neighborhood began to wake up—the sound of motorbikes, the calls of the street vendors, the rhythm of a world that had no idea a revolution had just started in a small kitchen.

But I could make sure no one ever made her feel like that again. Ever. Even if she never looked at me again— I was still going to protect her. And if that meant playing the villain for a while longer— Then so be it. The sun was going down and I was still at the bleachers. I had no interest in going home or going anywhere. I didn’t even want to drink. My mind kept drifting to Kailee and each time my head replayed the hurt in her eyes that day in the bathroom, it just chirped away another piece of my soul

"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