Sinless Sun Novels & Stories

The letters were neat and permanent. I stood under the sunlight, yet I felt like a rat that belonged in the shadows. I felt small and ashamed, like a person with no identity I could admit out loud. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and answered quietly, “Just a distant relative.” The old man nodded. “That makes sense. If you were close family, there is no way you would have missed the memorial ceremony Mr. Ferguson held three years ago.” “You should have seen it. The whole thing was grand. Mr. Ferguson organized a private memorial for his parents and invited relatives, friends, and many important business people.”

Both of them were topless, their skin glistening with sea spray, their bodies leaning into each other with an undeniable, intimate familiarity. The other man had his head turned, his face partially obscured by the shadow of a baseball cap and the angle of the sunlight. It was almost familiar. There was something about the sharp line of that jaw, the broad expanse of those tanned shoulders, that sent a strange, haunting jolt of recognition straight down my spine. I leaned forward, my eyes narrowing, trying to see through the glare— A hand clamped down on the device.

The pillar of dark red light vanished, replaced by a clear, freezing mountain wind that rushed through the cracked ceiling. Selene was thrown backward by the concussive force, her immaculate uniform tearing as she skidded across the ruined, cracked stone floor. She stopped near the edge of the arched window, her breath catching as she stared down at her palms, which were now covered in small, superficial burns from the solar feedback. "This... this isn't over," Selene whispered, her voice trembling with a manic, desperate insanity as she pushed herself up, looking out at the valley where the neon-green lights were beginning to recede back into the northern horizon. "The Consumer still sees y

It is about to crystallize and make it clear to all of them, “She is nicknamed the Daughter of the Sun.” Shocked murmurs came at the name of their King, Daughter of the Sun! One of the legends of the ancients, they hear tales about which it is not known whether they are true or not. The daughter of the sun, which is a miniature sun that walks over the earth, has supernatural abilities to erase the impact of every area it enters, burn it to nothingness, concealing its trace, destroying any kind of witnesses that can tell about it. They say she lives alone without a partner in the lonely mountains until she dies,

We got out and halted our footsteps by the front of the car, admiring the setting sun and all the colors in the sky. "You ready?" I asked as I took the position, looking like I was about to run in a track event after the gun sounded. "Ready for what?" I looked up and informed him as if it were obvious, "We are going to chase the sunlight." Kiran looked back to the horizon and stared for a moment before laughing, "You aren't serious." "I told you I was going to show you how I have fun," I straightened to look at him in the eye before gesturing to the sun, "This is my fun."

Sins try hard to live unnoticed by anyone. My name is Rayne Martin and I am one of them. I am a Sin. .. “Newsflash, another body was found this morning under a…” the news anchor stated as the TV flashed the place where another dead person was found. “That is just so creepy. It’s obviously one of them again.” A girl accused as she drank her milkshake on a table not too far from me. “THEM? You mean… Sins?” another asked as if confirming they were thinking the same thing.

A discomfort churned my stomach. “So what if you cut the curse on this world?” Killian smirked. “The sun is already dead and without the sun… the day can’t live. All you can do is enjoy this colourful sky and be satisfied until it turns completely black again.” My breaths trembled as I looked at him.

Before I left, I gave him one last parting message. "Oh, by the way, you’re going to be moved to a new facility soon. I spent quite a bit to make sure you’re transferred. It’s a special prison, full of inmates with... particular 'tastes.' A soft, defenseless college boy like you? I’m sure you’ll be very popular. Enjoy your life sentence." Stepping outside, I looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful day—the sun blazed down on me. I didn’t bother with an umbrella; it was a bit hot, but I felt lighter than I had in years.

[ IN WHICH HE GETS HANDLED ] SIN'S POV: Daylight streams in through the windows. Streaks of light shine down on November's face. I watch her twist a little from the discomfort, so I lift my palms up, blocking the light rays, and after a few seconds, she settles back into her sleep. Her olive skin glows under the light, while mine shimmers underneath it, the painful sting causing the skin cells to awaken. Sunlight always complimented her beautiful, caramel skin, and it still beautifies it, even while she is asleep and unaware.

His heart screamed in pain and only if anyone could hear the shattering sounds. He kept his gaze on the villa as boys and girls were dancing and laughing around the pool. Some swimming. Some go for food. Some girls were leisurely enjoying the warm sun laying in the pink flamingos floating in the water. He was about to gaze his eyes but just then he caught the sight of Xiana sauntering out in her neon green string bikini. He rubbed his eyes and it didn't change. It was practically the first time in his life that he had seen her almost naked. Those cups were doing nothing to hold the precious curves and bursts of her lavish breasts and….