Book Hello Sunshine Novels & Stories

On a fine Sunday morning, through the closed curtains, the first ray of sunshine was peeking into the room. the room was small with no many decorations. It had white walls which was in immediate need of repainting…the room consists of single bed near the window , a small closet in the wall and a small dressing table with attached bathroom. In the bed isabella twisted and turned to wake up early…the birds were chirping happily outside her window which is her natural alarm. just when she thought of sleeping in for 5 more minutes, a sudden thought crossed her mind..

She remembered very well that she knocked Sunny’s flowers out of her hand, Sunny told her they were called Casablanca lilies. There was a twinkle of surprise in Sunny’s eyes, and then, she looked at Hazel with confusion as if she was missing something. The next moment, she walked up to Hazel. “Are you Hazel Crowe?” “Yes.” Hazel nodded. “I didn’t expect to meet you in this situation.” There was a touch of tenderness in Sunny’s voice. “I’m Sunny, but as for who I am, let’s wait until we meet formally.” Hazel was a little astonished because Sunny was a little different from… what she had imagined.

Sung-ho is an old man his age is sixty-four years old and he is unemployed he once knew Hyun-ki but as the name Ji-hoon, the last was his friend or more like a son for him that he didn't have because he is unmarried man but one-day Ji-hoon died and he let a book for Sung-ho and a letter in this letter there is a message for Sung-ho its title is the last talk Ji-hoon expressed his precious moment with his friend and he said "my precious thing is that book." He told Sung-ho once that there is a book that changed his life from down to up and made him a better person, so now he is giving it to Sung-ho, that way he can change his life and get better too, and for the last thing he said in the lett

Thank you ShineeSunshine ♥️

Whereas Celine has sacrificed so much for our children—for Sunny’s happiness. “Do you only want to go to the zoo?” “Hmm… my classmate showed a picture earlier. Her family went to Snow World. I want to go there too.” “Do you know where that is?” Sunny shook her head. “No.” “All right. Let’s go to the zoo, then Snow World. ” “Really? Can we go there?” “Of course.” “Waa! I’m so happy! Thank you, my superhero! ” When my daughter hugged me, it felt like I was frozen in my seat before slowly melting. Her hug makes my heart warm. Like Celine, Sunny makes me happy and eases my feelings.

They don’t know me very well. I settle into a pool chair, my oversized sunglasses in place, sipping iced tea made by my new best friend Cecilia who always adds just the right amount of lemon. It’s peaceful out here. For once, I let myself relax under the sun. I even manage to open a book without zoning out halfway. Then my phone buzzes. Bonnie. My first real smile of the day stretches across my face. “Hello, beautiful,” her high-pitched voice fills my ears. Typical of her.

Same Night Hazel's knock on her parents' door was gentle, a soft rap of her knuckles against the wood. She waited patiently, her heart beating with a mix of excitement and nervousness. The door creaked open, and Mrs. Wynn's warm smile greeted her, like a sunbeam on a cloudy day. "My darling!" Mrs. Wynn exclaimed, her eyes shining with love and adoration. She stepped aside, revealing the luxurious suite that Noah had thoughtfully provided for them. Hazel's father, Mr. Wynn, looked up from his favorite armchair, his eyes twinkling with curiosity.

“These must be your flames.” “Yes, my mate. You bring out the fire in me, but in a good way,” her body and voice are buzzing with a bird’s sound of happiness. “Your fire doesn’t hurt me. I mean I feel it, but not in a painful way,” I say, awed that I’m engulfed in flames. “I would never hurt you, my Sunshine. Just like I would never hurt Emmi.” The name makes me snap back and I look back at her. “It’s you who asks for the sunshine, isn’t it?”

She forced herself to read her books to kill time on her desk; before she could turn five pages, she fell asleep again. She was jolted out of sleep by the loud ringing tone of her phone. She popped her eyes open and squinted them against the harsh streaming light into her room from the window. Her vision was still blurry; she brushed her hand over her eyes and peeled them open again and looked at the phone. It was Allen; she picked the phone up immediately. “Good morning, Sunshine,” Allen greeted, optimism swelling in his voice. “Good morning, Allen.” “No need to ask; I know you are ready, Allen joked.

“Hey there, sunshine!” Theresa scratched an eyebrow the moment she heard Tomoya’s thin voice. He’s still at far distance, she could barely see him yet, but his voice could travel faster than light. She never intended to meet up with him, but the kid is too pushy. Besides, he has the grimoire and the only person that could decipher those hell of a what-not-characters she’s never seen before.