Sinless Sun 소설 & 이야기

I woke up sore. Every inch of me ached: my thighs, my back, and especially between my legs. I blinked against the sunlight peeking through the blinds. My body was sticky, sweaty, and still full of him. But we weren’t at the motel anymore. I sat up slowly, wincing as a sharp sting pulsed between my legs. The sheets were a mess. My phone sat beside me, it was silent. But Mom’s name was still burned into my brain.

She was lovely as far as I got to know her. After chit-chatting, we binged watched peaky blinders until she dozed off to dreamland on my shoulder and I shut my eyes in the same sitting position. In the morning, I was woken up by a ray of sunlight blinding me. I blinked before noticing Cindy standing near the window looking out at the water because the loft was beside the sea, a prime location indeed. “Hey, you’re up early, what time is it?” I asked, rubbing my eyes and watching the sunrise.

Luna continued, blatantly ignoring the fact that the family beside them was giving her their full attention, "Point is, it's literally raining cocks here. Just walk up to the guy behind me and kiss the concealer off his face. He's been staring at your boobs since you walked in" And he was staring at her boobs. This time, Sreya threw her head back and laughed out loud. The sound sweet and serene, taking all the attention her boobs were getting. "Luna, he looks like nature threw up on his face and the concealer only makes it worse. Plus, if someone is going to be stimulating my nether regions he has to look like sin". "He does look like sin, girl. I mean, something holy couldn't possibly look

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

6 Days Until the Rejection Ceremony Selene’s POV Early morning sunlight filters through the windows and bathes the room in dappled light. I feel Bastien tracing the patterns its rays form on my skin, trailing his fingers down my spine, circling the shadows and delicate illuminations across my ribcage.

Selena's POV The garden is behind us, the sun has set, and the stars twinkle through the window. Damian's warmth is comforting against my back, his hand resting on my stomach, and his breathing is slow and steady. I should feel secure, and I do. But there’s something nagging at the corners of my mind, something dark, something lurking. I shut my eyes. The darkness envelops me. I find myself standing in a barren field. The grass is dead and brown, crunching beneath my feet. The sky is a dull gray, with low-hanging clouds, casting an odd light. There’s no sun, no moon, and no stars—just an endless grayness pressing down on me.

-----~[AMELIA]~----- The late afternoon sun shines through this idyllic town of ours called Willowbrook in a warm, golden glow as I stroll along the tree-lined streets. School has just ended for the day, and the air is filled with the excitement of the approaching weekend. But amidst the carefree laughter and youthful chatter that filled the air, I am currently carrying a heart wrenching secret, one that weighs heavily on my young heart. It's inevitable and ignorable. No matter how hard I try to shove the matter away, I can't. It keeps wrecking havoc in my head.

For them, human was fated to die, be it from plagues or wars. “Oh, my sun! My powerful sun! Please show my baby the way back home!” Even though the old lady bathed in the sun until her skin cracked, the god would never hear her. Still, as she passed by, this time, Sierra put down a bottle. “Ma’am, at least drink a water-“ “No! No!” The old lady shushed her away, “The god of sun won’t like it if I drink and eat! This is the only way for him to hear my prayers!”

Apollo, the Sun God, stood on a plateau of blazing light, the heat and intensity of the sun's core muted by his divine presence. He gazed across the golden expanse, where Jolene, his radiant fiancée, played with their children. The backdrop of towering solar flares and swirling plasma clouds only highlighted her ethereal beauty. Her laughter echoed like musical chimes amid the sun's roaring energy.