Sunny X Starflight Novels & Stories

Sunny left the building in a daze, hailed a taxi, and, wearing a mask that concealed her eyes brimming with sorrow and despair, tears slid down her cheeks. The beautiful future Leo had painted for her yesterday might have been nothing but a dream. Now, with the dream shattered, it was time for the curtain to fall. Sunny decided to leave—this city, this country, seemed to hold no place for her anymore. At that moment, her phone rang. Seeing Moira's name, she answered. Moira's anxious voice immediately came through, "Sunny, have you seen the news? Your and Olivia's past have been exposed. People are cursing you left and right."

The plane left the atmosphere of Lunaris, soaring across the vast canvas of purples, blues, and pinks space, clashing together and dotted with over a million tiny stars. Throughout the ride, Luna was engaged in a warm and friendly chat with Sasha as she got to know that the other girl's home realm was Ignis, the hottest planet in the Starry Galaxy.

"Mister Sunny, if you're going to stay, can you watch over Corinne for a bit? Wake me up when she wakes up." "Fine," said Sunny angrily. 'I hate it when people order me around like a kid. Why do I always get treated like a kid whenever I go?' Not having any interest in watching Xante sleep, Sunny glanced at Corinne to make sure she was still asleep before walking over to the window to look out at the view, thinking about what he should do about his mother and sister in the future. After a while, he suddenly heard the sound of metal hitting the floor. He immediately turned around and saw Xante's glasses had slipped and fallen to the floor when she turned to her side.

Within seconds, her eyes closed, and her head fell heavily against the pillow, slipping into a deep, peaceful sleep. Vulcan smiled. As he slowly pulled himself out of her and rolled to his side, his eyes caught something through the large balcony windows. The dark, star-filled sky was beginning to fracture. A thin, pale streak of golden sunlight was slowly cutting through the dark horizon, signaling the end of the well anticipated and well executed mating ceremony.

“You aren’t unable to move because of sleep paralysis anymore.” Jaladri’s stomach twisted. “That was my strike. You won’t be able to move again until sunrise. So if you'd like to perform the dawn prayer, you'll have to do it spiritually. Your body is temporarily unavailable.” If Jaladri had been capable of moving, his eyes would have bulged out of his skull. Until sunrise? Like this? With his chest feeling as though a horse had kicked through it? “Control your breathing and the pain will lessen. But moving? Forget it. Not until morning. And if you suddenly need to urinate...”

“You’re new here.” Sunny chooses that exact moment to trot proudly into the café like he owns the place. His tail swings happily as he sniffs the floor, then the tables, then Luca’s shoes. Luca crouches automatically and scratches behind Sunny’s ears. “So this is the famous Sunny,” he says. Ethan nods. “Yes.” “He’s a menace,” I add. Sunny immediately sits beside Ethan like he is personally offended by that statement. Mara watches the exchange and tilts her head.

Thank you. *

"Okay, so our advanced courses are..." "Actually," Rudy speaks up. "The Luna would like to try your entry-level classes." He steps in a bit closer and whispers, "She's doing a very hush-hush comparison of several different Rental Luna branches," he nods conspiratorily and Sunny mirrors his movement. "So if you could keep it a bit of a secret it would be..." "Of course, Beta," she whispers back and then with a motion across her mouth, pretends to zip her lips shut. "Wait here, I'll...get you the beginner's package."

Adrian opened his eyes. But he was no longer on the battlefield, no longer surrounded by the blood and ash of a war-torn land. Instead, he found himself standing in the most beautiful, serene place he had ever seen. A vast meadow stretched out before him, green and lush, with flowers of every color blooming under the soft golden light of a sun that hung low in the sky. The air was warm, and there was a gentle breeze that carried with it the scent of freshwater and blooming jasmine.