Lovers Of The Red Sky Novels & Stories

Rain said as Daniel nods his head and Rain gives a peek kiss to Daniel's forehead. ~~~ After the two clean up the mess this time Daniel decided to drag Rain with him to a street bar karaoke to enjoy themselves and escape what situation they've just in and just enjoy themselves together. "What are you making?"Rain asked as he peeks at Daniel's work. "I'm trying to make some short story."He said. "What kind of?"Rain asked. "It's about our love."He said as Rain's interest got caught. "What's the title?"He asked. "It's about.."Daniel gives a pause as he gives Rain a kiss on the lips before he continues as he smiled. "Loving Rain.."

He rarely fought him when he was a kid. They walked in silence as they trod the path of the moon road silently lighted by the white glowing flowers and insects. The ceiling above them appeared like it has a glass ceiling but it was actually made of water. It reflected the clearness of the ink-black night illuminated by the moon. “This moon path is very beautiful,” said Rana admiring the path they walked on. “How I wish I knew this path existed then we could have entered here, Enos.” She said as she looked around and up the sky like they were simply strolling in the village park.

I stopped to rest, I propped my elbow on the table, placing my cheeks on my hand. What will be of our love story? If we have a genre, it will be an out-of-this-world fantasy and I don't want it to end tragically, like how it always has been for the past millennia. I'm kind of glad I am not able to feel the way of how I died before. "Ms. Eva." Natalie entered the office, disturbing me from my genre choosing of my own love story. "I heard from Mr. Adam! He said that—"

"Grey? Please open the door. It’s Sky." I pulled the blanket tighter around my shoulders. I didn't want to see anyone. I especially didn't want to see anyone who was happy and in love. It felt like salt in a fresh wound. Riven and Sky. Their life looked perfect. I knew it had been one hurdle to the other for them but… there has always been strength in their love. A lot of it. And above all, no cheating. No one cheated. They loved each other so genuinely. And me?

A large brown sofa with many cushions on it, a small barbecue in one corner that looked brand new. She sat down. She took a sip from her glass and immediately Sultana jumped into her lap. Arthur sat down next to her, and they watched intently as the orange sky grew darker. “It's a beautiful sight,” he said. He was trying to make conversation. “I love the peace that these few minutes bring.” Morgana was distracted. She was looking at the sky. Simultaneously, she petted her puppy. “My family is a bit fussy. You could tell.”

The twinkling lights resembled scattered stars, casting a warm glow over the flower beds, where vibrant hellebores were still in full bloom, bringing life to the winter night. As the countdown on the television echoed through the air, Lena clasped her hands together, closed her eyes, and silently made a New Year’s wish. She hoped that all the unpleasantness of the past year would fade away with the old year and that everyone she cared about would stay safe and healthy in the new one. When she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was Alaric’s gaze locked onto hers. He stood there, bathed in the glow of the lights and fireworks, his lips curved into a gentle smile. His deep-set eyes reflec

He is pointing up at the stars, showing me the different constellations. “See those stars?” He says as he points to a cluster of stars. He grabs my hand and traces a unique shape in the sky, amongst the cluster of stars. “Those are the Lost Lovers.” "Why is it called that?" “It is said, that years ago, a man and a women fell hopelessly in love. However she was taken from him. They would look at the stars every night, and think about their lost soulmate. Until one day they would be reunited.”

list. All I really know about Ios is that it’s a party island along the Greek coast. So why in the actual hell would Loviatar, a goddess, keep the Riding Hoods there? And why would she want anything to do with them? Compared to the gods and goddesses of this world, the Riding Hoods are nothing. Oh, they want to be something. And if they’d succeeded in turning me into the most powerful witch of all time, maybe we could’ve clawed our way into the room—but we’d never have had a seat at the table.

The distant hues of orange and red covered the whole sky making it look like the sky was on fire. "This is really the best spot," commented Noah. "I guess Angie's evaluation is right. Not only is this spot the best. I also think your house lacks some colors. You should buy some paintings or artworks to add some color to your space." Vivienne stood by his side but her eyes were focused on his side profile. That chiseled jawline, the tall nose, those kissable lips that tasted even more heavenly than she had thought, and the eyes that had the ability to charm her. He was the real color in her monotonous life and now that she met him again, this realization struck her even harder than ever.

I snapped, feeling uneasy. “It’s the sky... You have to see it,” he replied, sounding unsettled. I sighed and followed him outside. What was so important about the sky? But as soon as I saw it, my breath caught in my throat. The sky was red. An omen. “Is someone dead?” I asked, my voice low. A red sky usually meant someone of Alpha blood had died. Ivar shook his head. “No... but something’s different. This is... something else.”