Midnight Sun Kindle Novels & Stories

We had to come around the house to face east. Already the sky was lighting up in warm oranges, the sun near the horizon. To my surprise, Veronica was already there, reading the book she had borrowed from the merfolk. She had a tiny book light clipped onto the top of the book. I marveled for a minute at how it could do so without bending the pages. “Magic,” Veronica said when I asked her. I had no idea if she was serious or not. “Mommy, look!” I turned my head just in time to see a line of blinding white stretch out across the entire horizon. Then the top of the sun brought all of the sunshine back into itself.

"I shouldn't have bribed him. He deserved… so much more than that. I wish he had shown me these plans before he left. He left them in my office, practically hidden them there, like he was embarrassed of them but still wanted me to see." "It is time for Rowan to find his mate, Ethan. You're not wrong about that." "It's the way I went about it that's the problem." I sighed, looking out over the railing at our view. We could see the entire inlet from the deck and the village below, the metal roofs of the cabins reflecting in the blood-orange light of the sunset. This time of year the sun barely touched the horizon before lifting again, the sky a seemingly permanent violet blue. 'Land of Midnigh

Chapter 18: A Day of Light The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden hue across the landscape outside the castle. It was the first truly peaceful morning Karina had experienced in what felt like a lifetime. The weight of the past few weeks—the secrets, the betrayals, the fears—seemed to melt away in the warmth of the early sunlight. It was as if the world outside had decided to pause and give them a moment to breathe.

She got up in a rush from their king-size bed and looked at the time. The time was 1: 00 am. “Today is the 2nd day of July 2019. Game on, Brother. Game on, F-ing Moon goddess!.” “Why are you speaking to yourself, my beautiful vixen?”. Salvatore inquired, yawning and putting his curling midnight hair in place. Velda stood by their large window staring outside at the full moon, she felt the moon mocking her. A single tear fell from her eyes. Salvatore rushed over to her, hugging her from behind. He kissed her red hair, adjusted her luscious hair from the nape of her neck, breathed on it, and gave her light kisses on the neck to the collar bone.

Even though what happened back in the bookstore angered Ryder to death and crushed all the high hopes she had for finally getting an accurate idea of what Midnight looked like, by the time the sun sank into the horizon, she had waved away all these dark feelings. All that was left, unexpectedly, was anticipation.

Instead, while he was fumbling inside a drawer, she feasted her eyes on the marvelous view behind the large glazed window walls to her left, noting that the sun was receding quickly below the horizon, stretching sleepy pink fingers over the clouds closest to the west in a stifled yawn- an indication that it was done for the day, and would leave them to the silvery guidance of the moon and her constellations of stars till the next day would dawn. As Kate watched in fascination, it soon ducked behind a mauve cloud, and she thought that'd be the last she'd see of its light for that day. Katie was about to look away, when, bursting forth from a tiny keyhole like opening in the clouds, a tiny ray

He tastes like black coffee, his favorite beverage that he holds in the other hand, but the bitter dark roast can’t hide the sweetness of his kisses, like wildflower honey. “I take it you’re on a study break.” He nods toward the deck behind us, where my lounge chair sits empty. On the table beside it is the book I’m reading, one that was given to me from the High Priestess Silanya back in Winter Realm, which I’ve closed using an embroidered handkerchief as a bookmark. “It’s not quite bright enough out to read yet,” I explain, though the sky is quickly warming, fading away the magic of the sunrise. “I’ve always liked the sunrises, too,” he admits.

The nursery lights steadied. Then the sun rose at midnight. Ra's boat had arrived over New York. A voice like noon over desert temples filled the world. WITNESS? NO. The windows turned gold. The old sun looked down. I REQUIRE WORSHIP.

III The night was dark, darker than any other night before. Iltiras walked down the lonely path, the darkness didn’t bother him. He was more than curious what will happen on this path in the middle of the night. Stories were told about power-eating demons and faeries that attack travelers around midnight. He wanted to see them for himself, or as he liked to say with eyes unclouded. No one really dared to walk the path alone; no one wanted to because of the trees and their long, dreadful shadows, which fell on them, that looked like men with bony fingers that ended with talons. The leaves in their bases were bloody red in color. His leg stepped on one of the piles that were in his way, he exp

The one which you want to never get over. It's you who make my life better Everyday Everyday. Forever yours, Meg 2. Dear Val, Dressed as a night sky, She gave hope to my dreary nights. Carved from amber, She held stars in her eyes. She was the beautiful sunrise, With the blend of orange and red. Carrying spring in her curls, She blossomed the way ahead. Forever yours, Meg 3. Dear Val, Standing at the beach, listening to the waves, together as we watch the sunset,