Sinless Sun Novels & Stories

“Solar Purge! From her palms, a blinding jet of pure, concentrated white-gold plasma struck the mammoth square in the chest. The sun's fierce heat collided wildly with the void's absolute zero. Steam billowed into the air, obscuring the battlefield. The mammoth shrieked silently, its icy body melting under the divine assault.

One evening, as the red sun dipped below the crystal spires, Aevon was looking at Sela's tapestry of the two suns. "Why?" Aevon asked, pointing to the yellow sun. Sela paused her weaving. It was the first "why" Aevon had ever asked. It was a question about possibility. About a world that could be different. "On my world," Sela said slowly, choosing her words with care, "the sun is yellow. It is warm. It helps things grow. It... sings a different song." Aevon considered this. "This sun," it said, pointing to the red one in the sky, "sings a sad song."

Even so, she could feel the sense of loneliness emanating from the girl. It didn’t match her name. SUN. Didn’t the sun only bring warmth to others? "Do you want to go take a photo and ask for an autograph?" Caleb suggested. Rebecca softly said, "Wouldn't that interrupt her? And it seems like she is not very happy. It might not be a good idea to go over." Rebecca could understand why SUN was looking desolate. Losing a game, no matter who you are, would surely put you in a bad mood.

I caught myself doing it over and over while I stared at half-edited photos on the laptop screen smiling like someone who’d lost their damn mind. By the time the sun set, my skin felt stretched too thin. The moon wasn’t full tonight. I showered twice. Shaved slow and careful until every inch was smooth. I selected a black sundress, with thin straps, stopped at mid-thigh, nothing underneath. No bra, no panties, barely any makeup. I wanted him to see me exactly like this: stripped down, wanting. The lighthouse bar was still open when I pushed through the door at half-past ten, but it was quiet. Just a couple regulars at the corner table, sipping their drink. Calder stood behind the counter, wi

I explained. "Who?" he asked, peering at me. Damian turned in his seat, facing his body in my direction. He was close enough for me to see how thick his eyelashes were and how dark his eyes were. I nearly frowned in jealousy. He was handsome, effortlessly so. Dimples, full lips-tattooed skin. He was the base of all erotic fantasies, mine included. "A friend, but something came up and she cancelled on me," I said and knowing Silvana, I had no doubt that it was an emergency.

It felt like gravity had chosen him as its center, and I was already caught. God, how could anyone look like that? As if he’d been sculpted on a day the universe was feeling indulgent. He lifted a hand and slid his sunglasses off. I sucked in a breath. His eyes were dark and slow-burning, the kind that didn’t rush but promised. The kind that could dismantle a woman’s defenses without ever touching her. And then, worse, they settled on me. My heart stuttered, a sharp, almost painful skip against my ribs. “Who the fuck is he?” I murmured, leaning toward Lilith before they reached us.

Third Person POV Lucas sat beside Serena, their backs against the large rock where they had been sitting for hours. The wind blew gently across the shoreline, carrying with it the salty scent of the ocean. The orange hue of the setting sun washed over the horizon, giving everything a golden glow. His heart was pounding, not from the peaceful surroundings, but from the thoughts in his mind. He looked over at her, and noticed how distant her gaze was. Her words from earlier still echoed in his head. Could she really be related to him? Could they be family? It felt impossible, like a cruel joke, but neither of them knew for sure. And it haunted him.

"Well then let's go with the head writer's suggestion, shall we? We'll name her, Summer. And who says we'll pay for another actress? If it's for a short time, then we can open an audition to the school where the shoot will take place." Andrew, seated at the farthest left of the conference table, voiced out. "It's a lame name." Everyone looked at him. "I guess the name's just in time for the series' airtime. It's aired during May so the name Summer is fit." A junior writer explained. "I'd like to name her differently but without compromising the season. I’d like to call her Sunny." The meeting wrapped up with a new plot for the 4th season, new school, an audition for the new girl, and...The n

Present. The strong beams of the sunlight invaded the room from the slits between the curtains. She shifted on the bed and a groan escaped her lips, why the hell did her body feel so heavy and battered? Angela slowly blinked her eyes open, and they scrunched because of the sunlight enlightening the room. It took her some time to adjust her sight. The girl sighed as she lay there blankly for a while. She noticed that she wasn't tied with a chain this time.

Expressive touch, Passionate embraces, Strong hands upon me. Oh, those hands. They ignited sensations, Intense and forbidden, Like words unsaid beneath a larger form, a form warmer, wilder, and longer. Moans beneath his sculpted body, a blend of heaven and transgression. Pure desire, a carnal dance of sin. Though prayers for forgiveness may be whispered, The allure lingers, Drawing me back again and again. ISABELLA’S POV If there was something more frustrating, it was having to stay married to a man who was not only old but sexually dull.