I've Got A Pocketful Of Sunshine นิยาย & เรื่องราว

masking whatever I was feeling seconds ago. "Hey, sunshine." I called, spreading my arms open for a hug. Sunshine was the nickname I gave her since she was little because she was so bright, she never failed to light up a place. “It’s Andrea, not sunshine” she grumbled, her face flushing a deep red as I struggled to hold back my laughter. I wrapped my arms around her waist, and the moment I did, I felt her soften against me, a contented sigh escaping as I stroked her back.

Now, He should be familiar with a girl's power. looking at the sun, I realised the beauty of this chain. 'People forget the beauty of life in the well of their sadness. Rather than being satisfied with what they have, the urge for a different thing. The sun never thought of asking for anything but gives all it has to everyone' I calmed a little seeing the scenery in front of me. I sat on the edge of the window and felt the heat of red sun rays. It soothed me a lot. Time passed remembering my last few days until someone knocked on the door.

Sunny excitedly told Felix as they were coming out of the restaurant. She did a lot of shopping and Felix was stunned to see her buying things. This night lamp was cute and she bought it. That teddy was so pretty. She needed colours and paint brushes. She needed kits so she could make things herself. She had a strange taste. "Oh, I forgot my phone." Sunny suddenly remembered as she touched her pocket. "I will quickly go and bring it." She told Felix who held her hand. "I will go and you can wait in the car." He gave her the keys and turned to leave knowing the car was in the safe distance.

Jasmine Pov: The sunlight directly fall on my face peeking through the drapes of the window, sunlight itself have many advantages, but for me it brings out a new day which should be done with a fresh start, it's rays indicate that the day which consists of bad memories is gone by giving a new ray of hope.

“Is it too dramatic for me to say that you are the light of my life? Like the Sun.” “So…. I think if we don’t wake up in time for the sunrise, we won’t miss out on anything.”

"Like the sun just burst through the clouds." My giggle is a melodic symphony that fills Lucas's heart with joy, my eyes sparkling like diamonds in the morning light. "I feel like I'm floating on a cloud, and I never want to come down," I whisper, my voice barely audible over the gentle hum of the coffee maker.

~ Maya ~ Sunlight spills across the skyline, painting it soft pink shot through with molten gold. Admiring the sunrise, I’m glad I came out to jog this early. I can’t run with the pack or train the way the others do, but jogging and the gym are how I stay fit and shake off stress. I’m just turning from the lake back toward the packhouse when I notice a familiar figure — a short sundress, high heels, long straight golden-blonde hair swaying in the wind.

A MESSAGE IN A BOTTLE “Okay, I’m here. Are you ready?” Roman grabbed his bag in his hand and opened it, ready to reveal what he picked in the gift shop. “Yup, we’ll each reveal one item at a time.” Sierra reached into the bag to pull out the first item. Their eyes landed on the items in their hands and both of them smirked, Roman held up a 7-inch vinyl record with Ain’t No Sunshine by Bill Withers written on the cover and Sierra held up a polaroid camera.

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine You make me happy when skies are gray You’ll never know dear, how much I love you Please don’t take my sunshine away I have tons of questions inside my head, his identity is slowly becoming a mystery to me, he won’t see me, he won’t even text me, he wont do the things other boyfriends do, but he protects me, he knows how to make me feel better, he take cares of me when I’m sick, he cried with me, laughed with me, In all my dreams, dear, you seem to leave me

Olivia The sun spilled gold across the horizon, painting the sky in soft streaks of pink and orange. I sat curled up on the balcony outside my chambers, clutching my teacup between my palms, letting the steam rise against my face. The warmth tasted faintly of mint, bitter and calming all at once, and I tried to lose myself in the serenity. I wanted to breathe it in, hold onto the peace, because deep inside I knew this might be my last morning here. If today truly ended everything, then at least I would remember the sunrise and the silence before the storm.