Chasing Sunsets Novels & Stories

In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"

It was a beautiful place. We are here right now at the part of the hill where the sunset is more visible. It was a magnificent experience, and my anger vanished when I saw the beauty of this view. I would kill to see this again. I am a nature lover, and I love watching the sunset because it signifies the end of the problem, and I will wait again for the beginning of the day. I love how it goes down and the reappearing of the moon after that. They are all perfectly aligned, and that’s what I want with my things. While everyone loves to watch the sunrise because it means a new beginning. However, I love the connection between the moon and the sun when it sets down. It’s just that the moment is

If time permits me, then 4 chapters. And yep, this is the book 2 of “Chasing his”. To understand this story better, read the first book. That'll help you how the story started. I appreciate everyone who reads this, and please don't forget to drop a comment/review. God bless! For updates info, reach me out on my social media. FB page & group: Author Praise Odulesi & Praise Fam respectively. IG: official_praise_ewa :-)❤️

“I-Is this really happening? Is this for real?” I wanted to laugh at his face but I suddenly felt my tummy contracting. “Dummy! Just take me to the hospital!” I hissed. WE WERE ANXIOUSLY WAITING in front of the delivery room and I can’t stop my legs from shaking. Dawn was finally taken in after 5 hours of labor. Aunt was silently praying while Pops and Dusk were having a one-on-one talk. Dusk. I wouldn’t even know that she was there if this man called Shinichi didn’t approach me. He said that he saw me in the talk show before and was struck in awe when she saw Dawn. He told me that a woman named Sunset was living with him who looks exactly like her.

Then I move towards the chairs in the glen. Even with how sacred this place was, Citra gave very little care for ceremony. There are two gaudy plastic lounge chairs like you would expect to see by a public pool in the glen. She had always wanted her body to be comfortable while her mind was projecting into the Astral Plane. She hated coming back into her body with a crick in her neck. Caleb and I sit and I get right to the point. I have never been one to beat around the bush. “I think that you need to take some time away from Fatima. I think that you need to really and truly search for your mate.”

Nothing was holding me back now. I still wanted to find Larisa and watch her suffer for what she did to my son and Jessica but I could do that from home. In fact, becoming Tristan’s Luna would give me the power I need to fish Larisa out and with Iris’s journal, I could take my abilities to the next level. “I believe tomorrow will be a good day to journey back home,” I uttered, smiling at Hazel whose face dropped as shock took over her body. “Seriously?” Hazel gasped. “Yes, Hazel. We’re going home tomorrow.” I confirmed, laughing at Hazel’s facial expression.

The rooftop of the penthouse was breathtaking, a sanctuary of luxury against the late afternoon sky. Glass railings wrapped around the wide expanse, offering an unbroken view of London’s skyline—towers glittering in the fading sunlight, the horizon brushed in hues of gold and rose. Soft couches framed a sleek fire pit, and polished marble flooring gleamed under the glow of hidden lights.

The afternoon of the wedding, the Spanish air hung heavy and stifling. When everyone arrived at Castillo de Sol, excitement buzzed through the guests. They wandered the grounds, snapping pictures. Even Mr. and Mrs. Dawson beamed, pulling Tania close for countless photos. Only Shane frowned at his phone, staring at the empty thread. A few days ago, he had sent me the castle’s address, along with the selfie he’d taken with Tania in front of it. I hadn’t replied.

Fucking distraction. When Mrs. Middleton dismissed us, Rowan, Grayson, and I made our way to the cafeteria, the usual buzz of students already filling the space. The noise, the chatter, the scattered trays—all of it was the kind of chaos I had learned to block out. But today, my focus kept slipping.

Hunter and Charles wasted no time heading to the small town where Aleah had been spotted. It was late afternoon, and Aleah stood by the shoreline, watching the sun dip below the horizon. The golden light bathed her as the wind played with her hair. Watching the sunset had become her refuge—a quiet moment where she wished, over and over, for her memories to return.