Novel & Cerita Beneath A Ruthless Sun

21. Ruth wondered why the sun wasn’t shining on her. Is she already dead? That’s how she felt lying on the bed, lifeless. She quickly woke up, realizing she was alive. Damn it! She felt as weak as a dying cat, attributing it to her lost strength. Countless orgasms, her knees and legs trembled uncontrollably. It happened repeatedly, leaving her powerless. She resisted lying down to avoid encounters with Lush Miguel, fearing another brutal encounter.

“Solar Purge! From her palms, a blinding jet of pure, concentrated white-gold plasma struck the mammoth square in the chest. The sun's fierce heat collided wildly with the void's absolute zero. Steam billowed into the air, obscuring the battlefield. The mammoth shrieked silently, its icy body melting under the divine assault.

"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

The silence of the night pressed heavily against the walls of the safe house, but inside Isabella’s mind, a storm was raging. Her eyelids fluttered shut, and suddenly she was no longer sitting on the worn couch — she was back in a small, sunlit room from years ago, a place untouched by the violence and betrayal that now ruled her life.

At the hockey game, my neighbor Bianca confessed her feelings to the team captain, Hudson, right in front of everyone. The moment she finished speaking, someone dumped an ice-cold soda right over her head. "Look at this greasy freak. Does she really think she has a chance with our star player?" The bleachers instantly erupted into cruel laughter. I watched her soaked hair stick to her face as tears mixed with the dripping soda. I walked over and shielded her from the cruel jokes. Then I pushed through the crowd and offered her a tissue. She slapped my hand away. "Stop being so fake, Harper! You're the biggest hypocrite in this school!" The next morning, I woke up and realized I was i

I tried to order in my regular low tone. He placed his hands on the fold-up armrest provided for the chair. Seriously! He actually expected me to unbutton his shirt. But I am not going to do that. I wore my gloves and took the scissors, ready to dress the wound. He smirked as if in an appreciation and a warning and took his hands off the armrests. I know he is removing his buttons but I didn't dare to look at his body. I looked into his beautiful green eyes and they held my gaze. As his hands reached his chest, a gold skin made an appearance, unlike the pale skin most men have.

Never to walk back in their lives again. And he did not make that sacrifice for these assholes to win. He was determined to put an end to this, even if it would cause him his "second" life. The reflection of the sun bounced against his polarized visor. He never enjoyed sunrise before but after being in dark corridors for too long, the sun became an important commodity in his eyes now and he enjoyed bathing in its glow. His focus to the reality was pulled back when they entered the forestry and the welcoming trees blocked off the rays of the sun until they are submerged completely in the shadows provided by the canopy of trees. He gripped his weapon tight as they neared the village.

“What comes next… the gaze of a goddess… there is no treaty for that, no safe ground, all you need to do is to be swift and silent.” With a final nod, he and his rogues went back the way they had come, vanishing into the rock. We were alone, the four of us on the edge of an unknown part of the world. The sun was setting, painting the mist below in fiery oranges and purples. Zayne found a shallow cave, just a scoop in the cliff face. It was our only shelter from the wind and cold. He made a small fire, while Elara tended to my wound with quiet, efficient hands, using herbs from a pouch she’d somehow kept.

Chapter 48: Jayson's POV The wind howled like a beast as the helicopter blades cut through the frozen Russian air. I looked down at the blanket of white below, vast, endless, and suffocating. Somewhere beneath that snow-covered wilderness was the place I swore I’d never return to. The prison. It was buried so deep underground that even the devil would think twice before stepping in. “We’re here,” the pilot said, his thick accent slicing through my thoughts. “Five minutes.”

And Richard's scoff was like the rain threatening to take away the beautiful sun due to its jealousy. Well, who doesn't love summer? Right now, she oddly felt it inside and it's all that matters. …... Thanks for reading. I appreciate🙏