Sunkissed Novels & Stories

As Drew pulls me closer and kisses me softly under the faint shimmer of lights, I can’t help but think… How could a man so sweet have been hiding beneath the surface all this time? THE END

was activated in the right sequence of colors, Aki hung from the trapeze and mouthed back down to Sasha: {What’s next? “Jump to the Lock Sinkhole… hole… hole…” {The what?} Aki gestured her inability to hear. “Look up… up… up…” Sasha shouted while pointing up. Aki did. That was when she noticed something had changed in the flat surface of the play field. Several blocks of ice had retreated, creating a square indentation that was big enough for her to crawl into. Along the smooth and slippery cabinet, seeing this was like seeing an oasis in a desert.

He swiftly removed his shirt before hovering above me, pressing my body down onto the bed. Anxiety coursed through me. My mind screamed for it to stop, but my body hungered for this connection, and it won. His lips crashed onto mine once again, drawing me into another passionate kiss. But the moment was fleeting as his lips traveled to my neck, then trailed lower, stopping just above my cleavage.

They came unbidden, vivid and immersive. In the gentler ones, I saw Callan on his knees for me after a particularly vicious mission, his hands steadying my shaking frame as the link once amplified our mutual relief. I felt the electric spark of our first real kiss after the gala, the way the world had narrowed to the heat of his mouth and the desperate press of bodies. I heard his voice, low and intimate, murmuring that he loved me in stolen moments between battles. Those fragments brought fleeting warmth, like echoes of sunlight in the gray.

She was the joke of the pack. The fat omega nobody wanted. The girl they laughed at, looked through and never looked twice at. When the Moon Goddess's sacred mark burned onto her wrist at another woman's wedding, the entire pack laughed harder. Alpha Zane rejected her in front of everyone without blinking. She accepted it without crying. But the Goddess does not make mistakes. And the woman they called Fatso? She just woke a man from a five year coma with her bare hands. Now ancient symbols are crawling up her arms, elders are dropping to their knees and the most powerful Alpha in the region is realizing that the woman he humiliated before every pack in the region was never the omega

Richard murmured, his smile softening into something tender, sweet, and deep. He leaned down, pressing his lips to mine in a slow, sun-drenched kiss that tasted of freshwater and summer heat. I melted into his arms, closing my eyes, floating weightlessly in the warmth of a peaceful memory, drifting deeper and deeper into the quiet, healing dark.

"I need you to grab it for me. You're gonna be my Bounce for these photos." She got up, dusting the sand from her arms. "Okay.... What does that mean?" she asked as she picked up the object, a folded up disc. "You'll see. Hold one side and give it a firm shake." I said and watched as she did exactly that. Instantly the tension released and it unfolded creating a large, flat disc one yard in diameter. One side was a soft white fabric, the other a highly reflective crumbled aluminum. I continued. "Your job will be to use the sun to bounce light back into our models face. Kinda like a soft spot light."

Just Ray stops laughing, wipes the red honey off his lips with his shirt, and moves around the metallic cave, trying to find something. “I’m not taking you—” “Why not!?” “I am not getting killed,” Just Ray shouted. “Just Ray, do not fret. No one will kill you,” I promised. “We will keep you alive forever, your honey is wonderful!” He eyed me suspiciously and moved piles of his treasures to the side, useless things until he found a life-saver. It’s black with various patches sewn in to keep it together, the metal rusting, the handle made of wood, and he rubs a strange substance on it to get it to open up.

No words exchanging. A flicker of humor danced across Josh’s eyes. What’s he thinking now? His raven-dark hair was all mussed over his forehead and his eyes were the bluest of his variant blues. Suave and quiet, his voice sliced through the silence. "I like the way your cheeks redden when you dare to hold my stare." He smoothed his index finger gently between my brows. "I like the crease that forms right here when you worry what I might be thinking." Heat surged through my body, the air shifted as I was instantly enveloped with desire. His touch was...scorching, branding, possessing.

Sunny is doing her usual routine, her face is serious as she skillfully strokes paint on the canvas. Linus felt his chest tightening. He wanted to call her, to embrace her, but he knew it was impossible. What he is seeing are only fragments of the past he cannot go back no matter how he wished to. The woman continued painting even though her hands are already shivering. Tears started streaming on her face until she fully breaks down. The paint brush eventually fell from her hands. She covered her face as she cries. “Sorry. I’m so sorry Linus, my moon…” He felt warm tears trickling down his cheeks. Sunny used to call Linus his moon. She said that the angel became her light when her life turne