Novel & Cerita Breath Of The Sun

"All I need is the rhythm." --- Selena Gomez ●●● Hands pushing me towards the bathtub. 'Ugly ass' 'kill yourself' 'Pussy' Were the only things I could hear. They finally push me down and keep me down by my shoulders. The instant I go into the water, the voices fade away. Underwater, I feel almost... Peaceful. Away from what the world is bringing for me. The water goes into my mouth. I am screaming 'help me, I can't breathe' but I can't even hear my own voice. No one can.

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

"I need to hear the planet. I need to know what I’m fighting for." The Song of the Sun They entered the rift. It wasn't a tunnel; it was a cathedral of fire. The sun’s surface was a roiling ocean of white-hot plasma, arches of solar flares reaching out like the fingers of a vengeful god. The ship began to groan. The metal was screaming. But in the center of the bridge, the six infants began to glow. They weren't afraid. To them, the sun wasn't a threat; it was just another frequency. They began to "hum"—a sound that bypassed the air and resonated directly in Leo’s bones.

someone breathes. But they were wrong. Far beyond the forest’s edge, where the river bends towards the mountains, a pulse of light flickers in the mist. It hums with heat, with power, with rebirth. I gasp — first breath of a new life. My skin glows faintly beneath the soot. The air is cool, clean, alive with energy. My hair, once tangled and dull, flows like black silk streaked with ember. My tears dry instantly. The whisper returns — softer now.

I scoffed at him, even though I was a little bit tipsy I still wanted him, seeing the naughty smirk on his lips I had no idea of what he was thinking at the moment. “Don't beg me to stop then, because I won't be able to stop if I start” I whispered seductively in my ear, as his hot breath hit my neck sending chills down my spine. ************************************* Under a brilliant sun, the day unfolds with a symphony of warmth and light. The azure sky stretches endlessly, adorned with wisps of cotton-white clouds drifting lazily. Golden rays cascade through emerald leaves, casting dappled shadows on the earth below. The air hums with the gentle buzz of life awakening, as nature flourishe

It was only after a few hours of consolidating his strength at that stage, that Mane finally opened his eyes. The first thing he did was to exhale a breath of air. The gust of wind that escaped his mouth was as white as mist, and full of power. Mane had so thoroughly baptized his spirit with Chaos that even his breath was infused with it. The small gust of wind flew across the horizon, travelling at speed comparable to a comet as it whizzed past several planets in orbit and finally crashed into a stray meteor, boring a small, almost indiscernible hole in the large rock. Yet the small wind Mane had exhaled so simply was still travelling, and its power remained undiminished.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

The morning air was crisp, carrying the scent of pine and wildflowers through the open windows of the Hale family's home. Veyra stood on the porch, a quiet moment of peace before the storm that loomed on the horizon. The sun, a pale golden orb rising above the distant hills, bathed the world in its gentle light. It was a rare morning when there was no threat, no impending danger, and Veyra found herself grateful for the stillness.

Sunbringer As Nio travelled toward Canestor, he was unaware of the chaos he had created after breaking the magic bubble around Raal. After so much time the sun was moving again. In a split second, he changed something that most thought was immutable. The lands immersed in darkness were again pampered by the warm rays of the sun and people who had never seen the night were greeted by new and wondrous colours of the sunrise. After the initial shock and fear, and once the sky did not fall, the creatures in Raal began to adapt to the new situation. But Raal's rulers were not happy. At first, they didn’t know how

CHAPTER 3: Finding, my savior. Subtle noises coming out of children’s laughter playfully hum in my ears. Add to that is the melodious chirping of birds which soothes my being. It offers a tender and comforting warmth that lingers up in my chest. The light coming from the sunrise is also kissing my skin and it provides a golden glow that gives color to my paleness. It is truly refreshing to bathe under the sun and inhale the fresh breeze of the morning. I’ve always loved to walk under the mellow warmth of the rays and watch how the sun embraces the clouds and its azure curtains. It is a piece of my tranquility, a small everyday event that reminds me that everyday is a new beginning.