Jingga Dan Senja Novels & Stories

He rolled to her side and carefully settled her against his chest. Mort covers their nakedness and gently caresses Sumire's belly where their unborn child is. He entwined their fingers and let himself drown to slumber. 5:30 PM. The sunset, unlike the hot sun of the afternoon, it gives up the strong dazzling light. It is blazing with brilliance and splendor. The vivid red sunset appears as silky, smooth collusions of sky burst red and yellow in the night’s calm. The birds watched the sky darken over the beautiful infinite ocean ahead. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window.

Venus giggled, as she tidied up by picking up the hospital gown from the green medium-sized non-slip rubber pedestal bath mat, folding it. “To think that you’d be grateful,” Azara grumbled, helping me with my tangerine bra. In short order, I was dressed and sitting in one of the chairs by the large rectangular glass window around dinner and a glass of cold fruit punch. The sunset had me on edge. Flame tones infiltrated the eventide's recumbent light in a smooth rolling poem. It was as though those soft rays were going to produce a masterpiece with the vast expanse of orange-gold, the tints of fireplace hearths and tangerines. The land would once more retire to rest, but what of my heart’s to

Rhaena's POV By the time we pulled up to our villa, the sky was streaked with color - vivid oranges and pinks and purples that looked almost unreal in their intensity. The kind of sunset that made you stop and stare, that made you feel grateful just to witness it. The clouds were lit from below by the setting sun, creating layers of color that shifted and changed even as we watched. We both got out of the car and stood there for a moment, neither of us quite ready to break the spell of the beautiful evening. The air had cooled slightly but was still pleasant, carrying the scent of jasmine and herbs from the villa's gardens.

She also promised us that the next time we'll visit her, she'll make us their family recipe of pastries. On our way to Highcrest Mountain, Mama Melly fell asleep because of exhaustion while Ayla and I are feasting our eyes with the colorful bulb lights hanging on the branches of the trees. "This is what I love if we travel during the night. The colorful lights are stunning." Ayla sighs with awe. "I agree. The lights are---" I wasn't able to finish what I was about to say because of shock. Our carriage suddenly made a quick turn in the west part of the woods.

Yadiel’s perspective: Looking out my window, I am greeted by a vibrant scene of autumn splendor. The leaves, in their various shades of red, orange, and yellow, dance gracefully in the gentle breeze. They rustle and sway, creating a mesmerizing display of colors against the backdrop of the clear blue sky. The branches of the trees, once lush with green foliage, now showcase a mosaic of hues, painting a picture of nature's transition.

Their palm became pinkish. Nathan smiled while looking at Zitrey. Who would have thought that this person who hates physical contact would high-five with them. 'The gap between us is slowly closing bit by bit everyday.' It was a nice afternoon. An autumnal brilliant red and amber are shown elegantly at the sky as the sun set down in the west completing it's journey for a day.

~Thea There is no doubting, that everything has changed. That I am no longer how I was yesterday. Jasper stood behind me, staring into the mirror as I did. Something was so common between us, there is no mistaking it. Our eyes. Just looking at it made me want to claw my eyes out. That deep-set violet shade had taken over my once hazel eyes, infecting me with the colour I had admired about Jasper. Now it belongs to me too, although, it hardly amounts to what I see in Jasper's eyes. His are alight and dazzling, vivid with colour. Mine are still bland and rather lifeless.

the two women laughed. “Celeste and Adrian have been giving away a jar of fruit jams,” Josefina helped Epifania to her hand a small jar of fresh fruit jam. It had been labeled to say: “Jack Fruit Jam – Thank you from Celeste and Adrian Linaw.” “How very nice! I really like the bright yellow ribbon tied around into a bow,” Epifania admiringly said and showed it to Macario her husband–– there had been a hint of asking 'why-the-bright-yellow-color' tone in her voice and sounded plummy.

His Princess had once enjoyed watching the sun set whenever they made love, but now… seeing this for himself made him agitated instead of the usual contentment because she wasn’t here. The colors are all too familiar and it was then (Aria’s eyes... her eyes... the light fading like the sun setting because of the stupid sword of his own flesh and blood, of a traitorous knight foolish woman why did you have to die–) Jin realizes that he may begin to hate the damn sunset, after all.

Terrence asked. “I don’t know. Plan something so that I can refuse or agree to it.” I snorted. “This Irian’s Jasmine flower has a beautiful color like a rose. Do you agree?” Terrence asked. After a while, I nodded and was silent for a while. I quickly went to retrieve the grain from Terrence’s hand. I looked closely at it and said that we could do it tomorrow morning. Terrence smiled quickly.