Sunset Paradise Novels & Stories

We went to our favorite place, Hermosa Colina, and as usual, we hopped in the back of the trunk and had our picnic with our favorite takeout food while watching the sun go down. "You know what, I like sunset better than sunrise, although they're both a good view. I've always loved the sunset view here in Hermosa Colina, and I love watching it with you," Inigo suddenly said while gazing endearingly into my eyes. "Sunset for me is such a beautiful art of God. It gives peace and a calm feeling, just like harmony to my soul. It simply reminds us to rest and reset our hearts and minds at the end of the day. That even after all the bad things that happened the whole day, it still reminds us that b

The sunset is painting the sky with strokes of orange, pink, and purple, a masterpiece that even the greatest artists would envy. As I lounge in my bikini and wide-brimmed hat, sipping a refreshing glass of juice, I feel like I’m part of the landscape. The vibrant hues of the sunset reflect off the water, creating a mesmerizing dance of colors. Brandon can’t seem to take his eyes off me, and I can’t help but smile. His gaze is warm, filled with admiration and love. I catch him looking at me and smiling, a look that speaks volumes without saying a word.

Pulling back, he clasped my hands with his and pulled me up "Come, I know you love to see the sunset, so I made arrangements." Following him, we rode a few minutes to a hill where a private villa was situated. Entering the premises, I was awed by the beauty of the trees and the flowers. It was like stepping into paradise. Helping me out of the car, Iñigo lead me to the stone pathway towards an open space where a candlelight dinner was waiting for us. The view was majestic as it was overlooking the island, the sea and the yellow-orange sun. "I thought you might like to see the sunset in Oia but it gets crowded at this time of the day, " Iñigo spoke as he let me seat on the chair and he sat ac

It would be so amazing. “Let’s go enjoy the rest of the party.” Selena said pulling me along with her. She took me to meet so many people that I could barely catch my breath. By the end of an hour, my feet hurt, my stomach ached from hunger and there was a blur of faces in my head. I finally found an opportunity to escape so I grabbed a plate of meat skewers and a cup of soda and escaped outside. The sky was dark and stars were glistering. I love the night sky which was why I always liked to run when it was dark. I found a rock and sat on it. From there I could see the lights in the small county. It was an amazing sight here I have to say. It was the highlight of my evening.

“That is probably because Paradise Valley started only as a flower garden, Miss Emily. But since Sir Apollo took over the business, he has expanded its features. Now, more people are coming and visiting this place. Not just locals, but even tourists from neighboring towns, cities, and abroad.” “Speaking of villa, Sylvia. Is there an ocean nearby too?” Sylvia told her more of the details. Paradise Valley is a 213 hectare land. “The villa is down this road on the right while this one at the left will lead you to the garden. To arrive at the garden, you can take either a horse, take the stairs, chopper, or use the golf carts, Miss Emily.” “A golf cart? You have it here, really?,” she asked in d

The splash zone is great for kids with drenching water bucket sprinklers and waterjets which were ideal to cool off on a hot day. The family on the last day had a special request for an intimate function where they ordered a barbeque of smoked sea fish, pork ribs, and a chicken tikka which was so juicy they had some music playing in the background a waiter to serve them their drinks of choice while they watched the magical sunset in the horizon reflected at the vast sea and brought up the tranquility of the sea and the beauty of nature. The sunset over the ocean was a beautiful sight and watching the sunset from the ship's railing gave you that feeling of you are on vacation and love is good

Samuel asked me and I quickly said, “A rum and coke. I heard they make the best rum here on the island and I’d love to try it.” Samuel then ordered two rum and cokes for us and tipped the bartender and Samuel pointed to a lounge area for us to sit at. Sliding my shoes off I slipped onto the oversized couch which reminded me more of a circle bed with outdoor pillows and I made my way onto it getting comfortable. It was positioned where you could see the ocean and the sun was setting at this moment casting orange and red hues across the water. It had to be the most beautiful sunset I had ever seen. Samuel moved his way beside me and handed me my drink and wrapped his arm around me. “This is pa

I couldn't possibly tell him all and picked only some. "Hm." He followed me, humming as we took a turn on a small road. It would bring us to a field where pups were usually playing. Also, there is a garden nearby. "It is a good idea. But maybe we should make a little change to fit the pup's schedule. How about the afternoon? We can see sunset together." "Sunset?" I slightly pushed my body away to look at my mate, raising my brows. "We don't have a beach in our territory." The best spot to view the sunset is either on the beach or on a mountain. We have hills, but walking casually there is too far.

The afternoon of the wedding, the Spanish air hung heavy and stifling. When everyone arrived at Castillo de Sol, excitement buzzed through the guests. They wandered the grounds, snapping pictures. Even Mr. and Mrs. Dawson beamed, pulling Tania close for countless photos. Only Shane frowned at his phone, staring at the empty thread. A few days ago, he had sent me the castle’s address, along with the selfie he’d taken with Tania in front of it. I hadn’t replied.

Charlie The sun sets differently over the mountains now. Six months ago, I nearly watched the sun die. I saw it swallowed by a black disc, turning the world into a cold, purple twilight that smelled of rot and end-times. But tonight the sunset is a riot of tangerine and bruised gold, painting the snow-capped peaks of the Northern Territory in fire. It’s vibrant. It’s loud. It’s unapologetically alive. I stand on the balcony of the Alpha Suite at Bloodmoon, leaning against the stone railing. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of pine and the distant smoke of a bonfire down in the village.