Sunset Shimmer Fanart の小説・ストーリー

When morning came, light seeped in through the window, falling perfectly on Ikaros's shoulders and chest, making his beautiful skin glisten. In moments like those, I could see the scars on his body, crossing his chest and shoulders, as well as some moles that looked like constellations. His jeans clung so low on his waist that it felt like I could see parts I'd seen before, but seeing them again would catch my heart unprepared. There was a tattoo on his ribcage, only the tip of that tattoo that I could see because the rest was covered by his hand.

All the men were staring at me head to toe, some even whistled. Hayden let out a warning growl, telling them not to stare at his mate. I walked down and took Hayden's hand. "Stunning." He whispered to me. I blushed. "Today we are here to present my mate, Annabel Ferrars, as the new Luna. " He turned to face me. "Annabel Ferrars. Will you sacrifice yourself to protect your pack?" "I will." "Will you uphold your title as Luna and do your duties with pride?"

The moment the call connected, a mafia goon's voice, laced with panic, blurted out, "Mr. Kane, we've got a huge problem! At an old factory just outside town, they found a dead woman, her uterus missing, and she's got a birthmark on her arm just like Miss Tania's!" Chester's mind went blank with a thunderous crash. "What are you talking about?" Seth grabbed the phone and yelled, "You've got to be wrong!" Juliana, shaken by their outburst, her voice quivering, said, "Dad just told me the life-signs chip we put in my sister went dark last night..." The room plunged into a deathly hush. Chester felt his blood turn to ice. "No! There's been some mistake. Tania is still at the casino waiting for u

“Which means council approval isn’t needed, according to section twelve. But thank you for the concern.” Vance’s jaw tensed. Then his eyes drifted past Cassian—found me. He’d been waiting for this too, and I knew exactly how I’d handle it. I met his gaze and didn’t move, didn’t give an inch. He looked at me like he was seeing something he thought he’d wiped out, somehow still standing. “Aria Sutton,” he said. Tight control in his voice—if you knew where to look, you could almost see the effort. “I didn’t know you’d returned to Darkwood.”

I continued to dry my camera with the towel when the girl from the beach pop out in my mind. Full of excitement, I hurriedly open my camera with my shaky hands. I quietly wish on my mind that my camera would turn on while waiting for its screen to light up. I gasp with excitement and sighed in relief when it suddenly turned on. A photo of a woman smiling as she watched the sunset while she paints is currently displayed in the screen. You can see in her smile how much she loves painting the sunset. FLASHBACK

CHAPTER NINETEEN — OPEN HEARTS The second day of their getaway dawned with golden sunlight spilling over the ocean. Yara awoke to the sound of gentle waves and the faint scent of coffee drifting from the porch. Jamal was already up, sitting with two mugs of steaming tea. He looked up as she emerged from the cabin, smiling softly. “Morning,” he said, handing her a mug. “Morning,” she replied, taking it and letting the warmth seep into her hands.

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.

She has seen countless sunsets before but nothing prepared her for the scene right in front of her. The sun, in its graceful descent, cast a warm, golden glow across the horizon, creating a seamless fusion of orange and purple hues that adorned the sky like an artist’s brush strokes. The tranquil water mirrored this celestial display, as if the lake itself sought to pay homage to the celestial spectacle above. The gentle ripples on the surface caught the myriad colors, transforming the water into a living canvas of shimmering reflections.

In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"

He rolled to her side and carefully settled her against his chest. Mort covers their nakedness and gently caresses Sumire's belly where their unborn child is. He entwined their fingers and let himself drown to slumber. 5:30 PM. The sunset, unlike the hot sun of the afternoon, it gives up the strong dazzling light. It is blazing with brilliance and splendor. The vivid red sunset appears as silky, smooth collusions of sky burst red and yellow in the night’s calm. The birds watched the sky darken over the beautiful infinite ocean ahead. Tiny specks of dust seemed to dance in the shaft of afternoon sunlight that slanted through the window.