Sunrise Aesthetic Novels & Stories

He was oozing with sex appeal and gifted with a handsome face! Huh? Crap! He’s attracting me too much that my mind kept thinking weird things. What I was trying to point out was, he’s too gorgeous – one trait that a narcissist has. Don’t you think? He looks egoistic too! Judgmental much, Dawn? “Fierce and glorious, dazzling and intense. Just like the sunrise.” He continued and ended it with a smirk. “You’re not a kitten, you’re a lioness.” I simpered. “Let’s cut to the chase, Mr. Caleb. Why are you here?”

Ez smiled at the sun with the same admiration as he had for Amor. Celeste and Yule were together, standing beside one another, peering at the rising sun. Morfan and Aria were holding hands as they looked at one another and then at the sun. Mother, Lexi, Vance. Every eye was on that sunrise. It was as if life had paused for a while on the planet just to witness the rise of a new future. A brighter and better future. “It feels so fresh and exquisite and serene and beautiful and…” I said, peering at Amor and his heavenly charm shining brighter than the sunlight.

It was a beautiful place. We are here right now at the part of the hill where the sunset is more visible. It was a magnificent experience, and my anger vanished when I saw the beauty of this view. I would kill to see this again. I am a nature lover, and I love watching the sunset because it signifies the end of the problem, and I will wait again for the beginning of the day. I love how it goes down and the reappearing of the moon after that. They are all perfectly aligned, and that’s what I want with my things. While everyone loves to watch the sunrise because it means a new beginning. However, I love the connection between the moon and the sun when it sets down. It’s just that the moment is

The back of my neck prickled as I followed the voices, my coffee forgotten in favour of seeing if Ares’s voice was among the others. I pulled my cloak flush to my sides as I stepped out of the front doors and into the snow. The sun was just barely starting to rise, the horizon paling into shades of peach and tangerine. I paused and stared at the colours for a moment, my breath catching in my throat. It was so rare to see anything other than endless swathes of white and grey here that anything new, anything different, appeared even more beautiful. I would miss seeing in colour almost as much as I would miss Ares, when I…