Jingga Untuk Matahari Part 2 Novels & Stories

Finally, he seemed to have gotten a resolution. "Affirm, doing it now. 4, provide security." The girl stopped what she was doing and raised her rifle back up to the north. Mountain grabbed what seemed to Joseph to be a grenade, tossed it in one of the holes that was once the armor's visor and moved on to the next. Tall guy grunted and did the same.

She slowly lifted her head towards the other two- "That my dear, is Zhilerian" Mama said and moved to start the healing ritual. ************************************ The evening sun casted a brilliant golden glow into Noah's apartment, the scattered furniture that was rapidly moved for space, the huge splash of blood on the carpet, the blood soaked towels- They stopped looking out of place, as if it belonged. The Sun, the light burnt the gloom and impurities away. It's glow, it's rays- In the middle of the room stood a tall man, he fitted perfectly under the rays of the sun, seemingly glowing.

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.

She felt the erratic, thundering hammer of his heart against her own. "Don't die," he breathed into her mouth. His hands shook against her cheeks. "Neoma, don't die." Day twenty-one was Barzil. They sat on the highest spire of the Dead City, watching the sun set. The sun wasn't yellow anymore. It was a dull, angry orange, filtered through layers of atmospheric debris. Barzil sat with one leg drawn up, his arm resting on his knee. He cleaned his sword. Shing. Shing. Shing. The rhythmic sound of the whetstone was hypnotic.

He nodded to Mara, his boulder pendant catching the sunlight, the sunlight casting a golden glow on his face, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared ending. Lila stood near the totem, her chestnut hair tied back, strands catching the sunlight, her hazel eyes bright with emotion, her festive gray tunic embroidered with silver runes, her quill pendant hanging around her neck, her leather journal in her hands, her skin lightly flushed, the sunlight dancing on her face, the grove a sanctuary, the warmth a shared legacy. Spark, her wolf, stood beside her, her golden fur shimmering in the sunlight, her amber eyes reflecting the light, the grove a haven, the warmth a shared connection. Lila’s voice

Every fucking thing is messed. I slowly stride towards my window. I pull it's adjustable rope. It slowly pull open. It Windows pull open. Am welcomed by the rising sun's solar reflection. I squeeze my eyes and introduce protection with my palm. Sun after all day including an extra six hours nap really is painful to eyes. Werewolf not excluded. My body though will adjust after few seconds. As expected, it does. The sun's effect ain't painful or felt again. Everyone and everything seems pretty clear now.

Reddish colour we had in our eyes when we became more angry or felt relaxed after a long nap. It's the sun who doesn't want to come but he used to because of his mother. Punctuality always matters if our motive of fame. It's not like he wasn't famous. He is still famous ; in winters with All Lots of love, in summers with unbelievable extent of heats of billions. After we cried, the colour of relaxation coloured made us feel good in the whole sky.

“Mommy’s fine. I’m just making sure you don’t get any wild ideas up here.” Jasmine turned to us with a grin. “It’s so pretty! Look, the sun is almost setting!” She pointed toward the horizon where the sky was painted in hues of gold, pink, and lavender, the colors blending like an artist’s perfect masterpiece. I turned my gaze to Aria, unable to help myself. The light of the setting sun bathed her in a warm glow, catching the soft waves of her hair and illuminating her delicate features. She looked peaceful, radiant—like she belonged in this moment, in this place, with us.

Sa madilim na silid ay makikitang may maliwanag na ilaw na nanggagaling sa araw ng buwan na nakapasok at nakatuon sa direksiyon sa kama kung saan nakahiga ang binatang natatakpan na ngayon ng silaw ng liwanag ang maamong mukha. His long curved eyelashes fljtter at irritation hanggang sa dahan dahan niyang buksan ang kanyang mga mata. His slightly orange and yellowish eyes that resembles the sunrise calmly faced the sunlight that blocked his handsome face.

The sun greets, its rays pass through the slit of the window and through the lacy white curtains. The light was shining right on Jes's innocent face. The natural glass shines even more because of the sun. Jes wriggled from her sleep, too early to wake up but the rays of the sun were shaking her. Jes smiled thinly even though her eyes weren't open yet, maybe her dream was so beautiful that it had been carried away until now.