Chasing Sunsets Novels & Stories

After being imprisoned in the dark tunnel for 500 years. Rose Blair, a grim reaper was sent out on a mission to find the Soul fragment of the lord god, which was scattered in different worlds. But the problem is why does the invincible lord god keep chasing her around, professing his love in every world. First World- You belong to me and no one else Second World- You dare to run away from me! Third world- I will tie you to my side and make sure you never leave But then will every world go without obstacles from those trying their best to stop god from awakening?

Shamsiya, a conservative, unconfident, and optimistic woman, juggles part-time jobs to support her husband of 2 years in chasing his singing career. Silent and submissive to his every abuse, the betrayal of being sold like a used property shatters her world and throws her into the dark and brutal world of supernatural beings. In the middle of savagery and brutality, how will a fragile, seemingly ordinary, woman survive? ------------------------------------------------------------- Follow me on my socials! Early releases on Patreon, sneak peeks on Instagram, fun activities, contests, and chats on discord. Patreon: patreon.com/Raising_Moon Discord: https://discord.gg/6kEsGuaqfg @ raising_moon#3913 Instagram: @ raising__moon Follow any of my socials to connect with me!

When Stacey’s mom gets transferred — again — Stacey is forced to start over in New York, bitter and lonely in her new high school. After she meets Derrick, the school’s star basketball player, everything changes he becomes her first real friend… and so much more. Family expectations, secrets, and the pressures of chasing big dreams sets in, Stacey and Derrick must make the toughest decision: Can their love survive the challenges that come with growing up? Follow Stacey and Derrick as they chase first love, stumble through heartbreak, and learn that growing up means sometimes letting go. Book 2 — Loading ………..

“She danced to stay hidden. He paid to possess her. Neither expected obsession to feel like fate.” ~ She’s spent years building an empire behind a name that isn’t hers, dancing in the dark while running the fashion world in silence. He’s a ruthless billionaire chasing a contract, not realizing the woman he’s drawn to is the key to everything he wants and everything he thought he’d buried. One private dance ignites a craving he can't escape. One hidden identity threatens to unravel it all. In a world of secrets, betrayal, and lust, falling for the wrong woman might be his greatest mistake… or his only salvation.

It is neither love nor lust. It was nothing but an Obsession. And I am nothing but his ETERNAL OBSESSION. *** Cadhill, A normal girl, enjoying her life and doing a simple at the bakery with the dream of opening her own one day. Being a painfully oblivious girl, she couldn't notice the despair chasing her. When Raymond Smith, an arrogant billionaire saw her for the first time, he was instantly attracted to her as the urge to make her his was aroused in him and he was willing to do anything to get her. Blind in the fire of possession, he forced her to marry him. Aware of the fact his actions are not the result of his love but rather... obsession.

By year four of our marriage, Scott had picked up a college girl—Gigi. Bright, beautiful, full of life. She had him, a billionaire, eating street food and chasing after her favorite esports player. Scott called. "Not coming home. Watching Joel Arnoult's match." Beside him, Gigi scoffed. "That boring old woman—does she even know who Joel Arnoult is?" They had no clue. The second the call ended, Joel had me pinned in the back of a dimly lit car. His teeth grazed my neck—sharp, teasing, a little painful. "Leila, if I win, how are you gonna reward me?"

Faraiah Villegas; a woman with a simple life. Since losing her parents at the age of eighteen, she has learned to work for herself. She provided her own food, daily expenses, et cetera. As she grows, the cost of living she has to maintain also increased. Because of that, she had to find a job that can provide an income that would meet her needs. Luckily, Zarelli's mansion—owned by the richest family in town—was looking for a maid. Without an ado, Faraiah grabbed the opportunity not knowing that it would be the beginning of her chaotic life. After meeting and finding the dark secret of the master of the house—Cleon Reve Zarelli—her world turned upside-down. "The alpha . . . has been chasing me."

She was cursed, killed, and she got reincarnated in a dangerous world. Karla Allen is the only daughter of the Allen couple. Cursed before her birth, she was lived a normal life without making any friends. And on one busy day, she met Hazel Finn, a mysterious purple headed girl. After that day, nightmares started to make a fate she never wanted. Two women seeking for revenge, a death angel chasing after her, her one and only family died. What's more? Her getting a power she cant control? They are still warm ups, there are more coming. [Book 1 of Karla's Curse Series.]

"Earth cries when sun sets. If I am Earth will you be my sun?" I was a liar, but even liars deserve a love story. Everything turned into pure chaos when Bright, an alpha, started chasing after Win, an omega; who was unknown to him, hiding a huge secret. The alpha was such a charm, after all. Maybe Win's heart cells started betraying him. But past lies started haunting him. His actions turned into arrows which were dipped in pure poison piercing his heart in the most painful way. Would Win be able to resist Bright? Will they have their own love story? Even if that happens.. will it be a sweet one? Or end with tragedy?

On our wedding anniversary, I canceled all my meetings and made a reservation at a restaurant. That evening, my wife, the renowned investigative journalist Amaya Shaw, called me. “Efim, I’m sorry! I just received a tip from a source. It’s urgent. “It involves inside information about a well-known company. I have to go verify it immediately!” But the next day, I saw that Javor Furey, the junior she had brought along, had posted a collage on his social media. The central photo showed Amaya wearing a childish birthday hat. Her head was pressed against Javor’s, as they made a wish together in front of a cake covered in candles. This was the caption. [Thanks, my dear Ms. Shaw! Even in the midst of her busy schedule chasing big stories, she remembered to give me this surprise birthday!] [Chasing big stories.] I stared at those three words. Then, I glanced at the limited-edition bag on our dining table. It was the one she had been raving about for half a year. It was the anniversary gift I had prepared for her. I felt absurd. I commented just two words under that post. [How touching.] Her call came in almost the second I hit send. She sounded furious. “Efim, do you have to be so sarcastic? “It’s just an anniversary. How old are you? Why are you still celebrating such childish anniversaries?” From our first year of marriage to the present, her “tip-offs from informants” and “special circumstances” always took precedence over our promises. This time, she could not even be bothered to come up with a plausible excuse. I did not say anything. I hung up and blocked her number. This marriage was over.