Into The Sunset Novels & Stories

"That's why I come to places like this. It's the simple things that can make us forget our biggest problems. Like watching a sunset or a sunrise or looking up at the night sky for comets and shooting stars." "You think so," I ask this stranger. I can't believe I'm having a conversation like this with someone I barely know. "Shhh," he says and glances at me from the side. "Don't think ....Just watch", and as he says that the sun begins to set over the water. The sky is now a perfect mixture of yellow, orange, and red. "It's beautiful." A comfortable silence begins to settle between us as we watch the sunset over the horizon. "Peaceful isn't it," he says after a while.

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!"

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 can't take another heartbreak again, and this time it is much painful than before. I looked at the window. Softly I take in a deep breath. The evening came with the sunset setting, and far corner of thick clouds darkness invade them I could be a poet right now. Sunset is my perfect subject. It mirrored my life in general, and to some people, they say that sunset is also proof that no matter what happens, every day can end beautifully. So, I close my eyes and think that this is the end of my suffering and look forward to a better tomorrow. My baby and I crave that betterment.

The waves rolled and crashed before coming at them again, but not violently. Soft and serene, like the flow of music. The sun cast a golden orange glow in the distance as it disappeared along the horizon The sunset was beautiful, like fading music. Kayden held Crystal's icy hands, feeling bubbles in his chest. He gave her his jacket because she was cold, but she wanted to watch the sunset. The citric scent of her shampoo tickled his nose. When she placed her head on her shoulders, it smelled so lovely he barely stopped himself from taking a bite of her head.

Shrugging, I shook my head. Ikaris nodded, then glanced at the book. "Your parents were members of an ancient society known as Into the Night. They were a group of warriors hand-picked by the dark goddess herself to destroy all species. They were defeated by a group of warriors known as the Valerious, who joined forces with other vampires, witches, and werewolves. Together, they were able to contain the power that threatened to destroy everyone and everything," he paused for a moment before continuing.

In a swift, decisive motion, he drove the dagger from his sleeve straight into his heart. As blood gushed forth, Eric swiftly wrapped his arms around me, shielding me from the horror. ... The day of the funeral was draped in a curtain of unending rain. I was there to bid farewell to the past, to see Chester off on his last journey. Seth stood by the grave, his gaze fixed on me. Rain soaked his hair, his eyes were red-rimmed, and a shadow of stubble darkened his jaw, giving him a worn and weary look.

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.

Her tears dried on her face as the sea breeze blew. "I'll live well from now onward, Jo," she said, facing the sea. "And on your behalf as well." As the sun set, her figure gradually disappeared into the distance, and my soul finally walked toward that warm light in the sky.

Pallavi Sunsets is the most beautiful scenery. It says, When the Sun sets, he took everyone's misery with him and When the Sunrises, he gave everyone a new hope to start new day with more positive attitude and more opportunity. But Today Sun won't set alone because i'll accompany him. Today i'll end my misery or should i say my parents misery that is me.