Sunset Of Passion Novels & Stories

Not long after I left Dawson Corporation, Shane Dawson sent me an address and a photo of our wedding venue: a Spanish castle named Castillo de Sol. The picture showed the castle’s facade consisting of ivory limestone walls and a blazing golden dome, luxury carved into every line. Right in the center of the shot stood Tania Collins, her curls tumbling over her shoulders, a crimson gown hugging her figure. My fingers hovered over her radiant smile for two long seconds. The absurdity sank in like ice.

Funny, because just yesterday, he had held me in his arms, our bodies tangled beneath the sheets. On the nightstand beside the bed sat our wedding photo. Salvatore took it everywhere he went, saying it was his lucky charm. Now, the same picture was spattered with white stains. My chest clenched in pain, but I forced myself to keep watching. I wanted to see just how long he could keep up the act. When it ended, Salvatore rose and headed for the shower. A beat later, Rosa turned to the camera, a triumphant smile curving her lips.

Is your wife nothing to you? [That’s not all. I saw this with my own eyes. When the art exhibition caught on fire that day, Joshua Thompson ignored his wife just so that he could save his first love’s painting. That’s why Rain Zimmer nearly died in the fire.] [But here’s the most disgusting thing! When Rain Zimmer finally stopped being such a lovestruck idiot, Joshua Thompson lied to her that he had cancer so that she would return to him. He even paid to have news about this trend so that we’d pity him! Bah! It’s no wonder why your wife divorced you!]

Again. “We are here,” he announced with no excitement in his voice. “It’s beautiful.” Silence. Mason cupped my face, his stormy blue eyes lowered to my lips. “We can spend the next hour watching the sunset on this hill, or I can give you the best sex of your life under the sunset,” he bit my lower lip and I shuddered. “Your call.”

Cullen mumbled while staring at Heart’s face. Heart then looked at Cullen with an angelic smile. “I can’t wait to see another sunset again with Dimitri once he wakes up!” Heart said happily and she was even giggling. Cullen then nodded and looked away awkwardly. He started the engine as the sunset was already over. “Uh, yeah. I know you will be both happy.” Cullen said while doing reversal driving. Heart just fastened her seatbelt on and smiled.

Tom, outside the door, couldn't continue to feign indifference and quickly put on his earphones again. Frost didn't explain, but instead opened a window, stepped onto a mahogany pedestal outside, and extended his hand to Bianca: "You want to go back to Courtyard 3, right?" Bianca suddenly realized, and put down her fists, looking at the sunset on Frost's 45-degree profile underneath, which added a touch of tenderness to his handsome features. Bianca suddenly thought of a saying, "The lover's face at sunset is the most beautiful." She faced it, became awe-inspired, and rushed over to grab his hand. The two exchanged glances and jumped out of the window.

"The old world is empty, Victor. Even the military has stopped firing. They’re just... watching." "Let them watch," Victor said. He looked at the horizon. The sun was setting. It wasn't a red sunset. It was a jagged, black line, as if someone was cutting the sky out with scissors. "The last sunset," Elodie whispered. "It’s not a sunset." Victor stepped toward the edge of the balcony. "It’s a deadline. And I’m done being a ghostwriter." He looked at Leo. He looked at Elodie. "Together?" Victor asked.

Now, it had been voiced, not just that, but declared, as if our passion had shaken the very air, loud enough for love’s goddess and the listening elements to bear witness. Reuben’s sleep was not ordinary but a rest. Not just from tiredness but from the turbulent ocean we had finally dared to cross. Yesterday’s confession hadn't been words, it had been a dam breaking, a flood that swept away years of careful restraint. We’d clung to each other not just in passion, but in sheer, desperate relief, as if the force of it could rewrite the world around us.

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