Beneath A Ruthless Sun Novels & Stories

Still chose Soren. Outside, the clouds pulled apart, letting moonlight spill like liquid silver across the earth. The storm had passed. The world glistened, washed new. And though fragile, though born in shadows and scars, something had begun. Something fierce. Something unyielding. Something no battle could take away. ****************"

Unknown The sun dipped low over Sunshine City, painting the sky in hues of orange and crimson, a stark contrast to the darkness swirling in Ambrosia's heart. She stood atop a high rooftop, her silhouette framed against the fading light, watching the bustling streets below. Her emerald eyes glinted with malice as she spotted Athena walking through the crowd, her beauty undeniable, radiant like the sun itself. “Soon, my dear,” Ambrosia whispered to herself, the corners of her lips curling into a wicked smile. “You will be mine.”

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!"

"Knew it. I chose the right timing.” One afternoon, the absolute peace of heaven and earth. The rising sun shines in every corner of the space, shining through every window. The sun watered all things with shimmering magical vitality. The sky is bluer. The wind softly sings a melodious song. The sun and the wind are like close friends, when they are absent, they feel missed and missed. Every day the wind misses the village, leaving the sun alone in the human world, the sun is sad and grumpy, making many people miserable and grimacing because of the uncomfortable heat. But when the wind comes to mix with the sun, the wind helps the sun dispel the hot air. The wind blew cool sweaty faces. The

A subtle feeling of dismay threatened to smother the hope humming in her chest at the realisation that her weekly outdoor allowance had been used up. “Come here.” Parisa nearly started upright. Forgoing the idea of masking indifference at her reply, she began climbing off the bench whilst wrestling futilely with the shoal wrapped about her limbs like vines. “Really?” Yarrow shrugged, “Sun should be settin’ by now anyway.” And it was— the evening light now lingered along the rooftop in soft hues of tangerine and blushing pink, warm as sun-hot stones pressed against her skin. “Fore you come on up slap on some that sunscreen o’er there.”

"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