Selling Sunshine Novels & Stories

"Hahahaha. I'm sorry. Was that you? asking a favor from me? I thought you knew everything!" Andrew laughed at his words. Pia Drew stood there for a moment with her usual face but getting a little annoyed already. Andrew composed himself. "Okay. Sorry, it's just....it sounded like a joke. but okay what's the deal, Sunny?" "I'm paying you. I mean my dad will be paying you. Treat this as a tutorial." "Are you kidding me? how much are you gonna pay? a million?" "come on star boy, can't you give me a discount?"

Lessia POV "You are my sunshine, my only sunshine; you make my happy when skies are gray. You'd never know how, how much I love you, please don't take my sunshine away..." I sang while I stroked my belly, imagining just how much life would become different when I finally would finally give birth. Would things still be as they were? Would I still be caged in? I did not want to think about it, but still I couldn't help but doing so.

SUMMER. The heat of the sun beamed against my face as I slowly opened my eyes to the warmth of the sunlight. He was right beside me with his hands already stroking my hair and I sat up with a smile across my face. “Good morning” I said softly and he heaved. “Morning, Sunshine” Vincent puckered his lips in a way that made me blush lightly. “The brightest of them all” He added. My cheeks were the brightest red of them all.

She opened the door, revealing the gloomy Sunshine standing at her doorstep with a blank expression on her face. "Good morning, Miss Aliyah. Is Nancy awake now? I need to get her to bathe her," Sunshine asked. From the moment they stepped foot into this mansion, Aliyah couldn't help but notice how displeased Sunshine felt, and it made her uncomfortable even though she didn't want to talk about it. Something was not right, her behavior and the way she has been since yesterday was a bit off that she couldn't help but keep questioning herself about what was wrong with this woman.

The morning was breathtaking. The golden sun stretched its radiant arms across the city, kissing the skyscrapers with warmth and illuminating the streets with an ethereal glow. It was as if the world itself had paused, basking in its own reflection. The crisp air carried a promise—of power, of opportunity, of something shifting just beneath the surface. Mika stepped out of the sleek black car, her heels clicking against the polished marble driveway of Red Carpet Productions. She barely noticed the admiring glances that followed her; she was used to them. Today, however, admiration meant nothing—results did.

In this house, she lived like a high-end housekeeper. As for me, I barely left my room except to eat. I cleaned out the storage room until it was spotless. Even though it was still packed with old furniture, the sunlight there was perfect. I often dragged a chair to the window and sat there for hours, basking in the sun, like an old man waiting for the end. Sometimes Jonathan would pass by my door. When he saw me sitting in the sunlight, he would pause for a moment, but he never said anything.

CHAPTER NINETEEN — OPEN HEARTS The second day of their getaway dawned with golden sunlight spilling over the ocean. Yara awoke to the sound of gentle waves and the faint scent of coffee drifting from the porch. Jamal was already up, sitting with two mugs of steaming tea. He looked up as she emerged from the cabin, smiling softly. “Morning,” he said, handing her a mug. “Morning,” she replied, taking it and letting the warmth seep into her hands.

Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.