Sun Breather Novels & Stories

I put it in my boots. "Please where are we??."I asked her. "This is the Thompson club."She said . "Can I take a train from this place to crescent palace."I asked again. She looked at me weirdly."That place has been bought by the government." "Ok." "Can I spend night here,I don't mind sleeping on the floor."Bethany continued. "I have an even better idea."She said. "What is it.". "We are currently looking for waitress ,you could work here."She said.

Saturday morning, Conner was back at Santa Monica Beach, leaning against the front fender of his BMW, straining to catch his breath after a twenty minute run. The sun, pleasantly warm on his face and arms, floated in a powder blue sky flecked with puffy, cotton ball clouds. A gentle onshore breeze carried the briny marine scent across the beach. The surf was flat, and only a few surfers bobbed in the water. Conner could barely hear the stunted waves as they broke weakly against the shore, especially over the delighted screams of frolicking children who romped in the sand along the water’s edge.

Then he began slowly Watch the sunrise along the coast As we’re both getting old I can’t describe what I’m feeling And all I know is we’re going home So please don’t let me go, oh Don’t let me go, oh-oh-oh And if it’s right I don’t care how long it takes As long as I’m with you I’ve got a smile on my face Save your tears, it’ll be okay All I know is you’re here with me Oh, oh, oh, oh-oh-oh-oh-oh Watch the sunrise as we’re getting old, oh-oh I can’t describe, whoa-oh I wish I could live through every memory again

chapter five By about three in the afternoon, they were ready to set off. Or as ready as they’d ever be. Andrew Strauss and Bridget sat on the bus which led the way through the cordon, their driver a young Scottish soldier named McBride, chosen for his experience with heavy-duty vehicles. Like them, he was wearing the Hazmat gear provided—dark green in colour, unlike some of the more vivid kinds Andrew and Bridget had grown used to in the past. The air canisters on their backs were good for a few hours and a plentiful supply of them were on board. Mikes would allow them to keep in touch with each other, and whoever was in close proximity.

"Oh God, I don't want to know about that last part. Look, we reached Monterey. Have you ever been here before?" "No, but it looks beautiful!" She stepped out of the car in a trance and stared at the sea lions and the red algal blooms all over the ocean. "So many colorful poppy plants on the beach! This place has some magic for sure." They explored the town a bit and Rafael told her about the 17-Mile Drive and Big Sur they were going to go to. She was relieved when he said they will be staying the night at one of the inns at the pebble beach. Their drive seemed too beautiful, and she didn't feel like bringing up his ex and ruining her mood.

I yelled back, already halfway down the hallway, the other half of the toast still clenched between my teeth. The morning air hit me as I burst outside, and I inhaled deeply. I jogged the short distance to the bus stop, chewing as fast as I could, my bag bouncing against my back. My mind was still half-asleep, replaying fragments of last night — the vibrator, Ezekiel’s video, the way my body had trembled when I came thinking about him. By the time the bus arrived, I was slightly out of breath. I climbed on, found an empty seat near the window, and leaned my head against the cool glass as the bus started moving.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

Sunshine filtering through sheer curtains, golden from California, spilled into the honeymoon suite perched high up above the cliffs of Big Sur. Down below, the Pacific crashed rhythmically against the rugged coast, its steady sound a lullaby of peace and renewal. Inside, the faint scent of jasmine mingled with a fresh sea breeze slipping in through the open balcony doors.

"Hmm... thanks for your kindness, Reig." -00- The fresh air on the beautiful Balboa beach gives Avelyn a different impression. She exposed herself to the warm sea breeze without any protection. She felt the sea breeze had a positive effect on her soul. She can let the wind blow away all the stress she's been feeling lately. At nine o'clock the shores of Balboa Beach were crowded with tourists and local residents. Most visitors enjoy the morning at Balboa Beach by playing on the beach or sunbathing in the healthy morning sun.

I grabbed a granola bar and headed out of the house and waited for Ryder to come pick me up. -Aspen P.O.V- It has been two nights since I marked that girl and two nights of me thinking about her nonstop. I unwrapped my body from my black sheets, let my feet drop to the floor and walked to my bathroom. I did my business and took a shower. I put on a clean pair of boxers and a pair of basketball shorts I grabbed my flip flops and put my black I phone 12 plus on charge then headed out the door. I walked to the dining room to get breakfast.