Chasing Sunsets Novels & Stories

It was the happiest he had seen his father in years. How could Mackenzie hide such a source of joy away from them? Away from his family? His rage lit up like a match in his stomach again, and he fought to suck in deep breaths to put the tiny flame out before it turned into a whole burning bush. Chase stopped by the sea shore and stared into the horizon. The soft wind blew past his face, the breeze rustled his silk locs of hair, along with the leaves on the trees. The sun above was setting and looked beautiful. It was like every normal bright and sunny day.

Well, she was right about the sunsets. I’ve never seen anything as spectacular as this in my life. The sun is slowly glowing down the sky, and it’s not just sinking, it’s shooting rays of pink and orange with such dramatic force, I’m put in mind of one of Noah’s superheroes. “Sunset” sounds quite passive, quite nothing-y. This is more like sun-pow! Sun-take-that!

I looked down at a profile, verified, hundreds of thousands of followers, and at the top of it, in bold beneath a photo I recognized instantly: Rowan Archer. Grand Prix driver. Second in the championship standings. There were articles about his race results, sponsorship deals, and one from three days ago asking who the mystery woman was that he’d recently been seen with. I stared at the screen, my phone still in my hand, as everything from lunch came rushing back. It all clicked into place at once. A puzzle I hadn’t even realized I was putting together until suddenly, somehow, I had the whole picture. "Lav?" Jennifer's voice sounded very far away. "Say something."

I asked the driver to stop along the coastal road. The Mediterranean wind smelled of salt and orange blossoms. The sun was sinking low, turning the water fierce gold, then red, then a deep rose that stretched across the harbor like burning silk. I took out my phone and photographed the sunset. No cockpit glass. No permission. No man deciding whether I deserved the view. Ava replied almost immediately. [Your first official photo after becoming a terrifying charity queen is a sunset? Iconic.] I typed back, [Come here and you can see it every day.]

He is not like that, I know something is going on right now. I went outside the house and just stare at the skies. This is my comfort, this is what I do when I feel so tired in this world. We all have to find something to become our coping mechanism, we all need to find a reason to look forward to. I smiled when I saw my favorite flowers blooming now. I love how pink my bougainvillea is. I decided to go inside the house and prepare my dinner.

My mind is full of negative thoughts like darkness embossed with fear and do I find peace in it, I will say yes because this is what I have become; a perfect yours in an utterly peaceful existence. -Rain Rain POV I looked ahead of me to see an ocean of trees. It was beautiful. But I also knew that beauty comes with a cost. I looked around of me and realized I had never been here before. I looked up at the sky to see the sun was setting.

She let out a deep sigh, her eyes gazing out the window. * Moonstone Pack The car came to a stop at the palace entrance, and Elisa’s eyes widened as she took in the sprawling estate. The Moonstone Pack’s headquarters dwarfed Ravenwood pack in size and grandeur. Elijah opened the door, and Elisa stepped out onto the polished asphalt, her gaze sweeping across the familiar landscape. The palace’s imposing facade, with its tall spires and gleaming stone, seemed unchanged. However, the increased security presence was striking, the guards patrolled every corner, a testament to the pack’s formidable power.

"Is two minutes up yet?'' ''Good night Kris.'' ''I like it when you call me Kris.'' Chance didn't reply, instead he laid on his back, staring up at the ceiling. Thinking about his next move. while Kristoff talked on until he fell asleep. There was a deafening silence, leaving Chance with his thoughts until he drifted off. Making up his mind before he did. He rolled on his side, closing his eyes, forcing himself to fall asleep. Chance groans, then flung his arm over his face to block out the early morning sunlight. He always hated where his room was situated. The sun bothered him the most both with the heat and the light.

I pause, looking up at the daytime-blue sky. A sliver of a crescent moon can be seen, though, oddly enough, just across the sky. “Werewolves would wear the ceremonial items and gather around the unshifted young werewolf. The unshifted wolf would kneel before the full moon…” I crouch to my knees, fixing my gaze on that sliver of crescent moon. “Offer themselves to the Moon Goddess herself…” I raise my palms up towards the sky.

We were our own hearth. “The world is colorful, Sadira,” I said softly. “And from now on, you’ll see all of it. Sunsets. Sunrises. Storms. Snowfall. Not through glass.” She turned in my arms until we were facing each other. Her back rested against the railing, the red light of the sunset illuminating her face, drawing a halo around her silhouette. “And you?” she asked, placing her hand on my chest, over my leather jacket. “What do you see, Jake? Now that the chase is over?”