Sunshine Threads Novels & Stories

“She might be working late.” Marvin didn’t reply. He rolled onto his back and kept staring at the door. Pete spoke in smooth tones, pausing often, letting Ivory absorb the offer. “Threadline?” “Yes, we’re calling it Threadline,” he said. “A showcase of five designers. Not just clothes— perspectives. Identity. Just like you did with the dress at the museum. It was a perfect work of art.” Ivory smiled softly. “Sounds nice… but we have our own event coming up next month…”

Caroline, a she-wolf who has been considered a monster since she was a child, can she break the tragedy spell and find her MATE?

the guy on her right side added. She shook her head. She couldn’t believe that jail booth was also a trend in BSU. “So, what are the rules?” “All you have to do is choose from those three threads. And once you’ve made your choice. We will tie the red string to your left little finger and all you have to do is to pull it until you reach the back of the bars.” Upon hearing the thread, Meredith felt something in her chest. It feels like it has a big role in her life.

SHAWN One minute I’m sitting on my bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, staring at nothing in particular and the next, I’m waking up to sunlight cutting through the curtains and a dull heaviness sitting behind my eyes. For a second, everything feels normal. Then it comes back.The pack. The bond. Kane. I exhale slowly, dragging a hand over my face before reaching for my phone on the nightstand. A notification blinks on the screen. Mike. " I know you left.Just… whatever you decide, I'm on your side."

It pierces through the air, undimmed by the sun's rays, guiding me to the target's location with unwavering precision. its light casting a faint shadow on the ground below, a shimmering echo of its path that seems to pulse with an energy all its own. The thread's luminescence was so bright that it casts a faint glow on nearby surfaces In the room illuminating hidden details. As the thread continues on its journey, it leaves behind a trail of glittering, shimmering light that seems to pulse with an energy all its own. The other end of the thread fell in my hands. The spell was getting close to its target.

The Sweeney's always pulled through! __ It was a hot summer day on a Friday towards the end of June, and Sunny was just about to get off work. Sunny worked at a furniture store called Buttons. She could not wait to get off and have a drink with her coworker friend, Beth Clark. Beth was funny and cursed like a sailor at times. She had long, straight, jet black hair and loved to wear red or black clothing. Sunny could always count on Beth to make her laugh, and when she needed an extra hand at work, Beth was there for her.

Meanwhile, Nutty was laughing heartily. The two seemed to be getting along very well. Although I felt indignant on Sarah's behalf, at least everything seemed normal. I couldn't worry much about Sarah's feelings at a time like this. But when we turned onto the dirt road leading back to the village, everything became eerie. The morning fog had completely cleared, and pale golden sunlight spread across the fields on both sides. Winnowing baskets, hoes, carrying poles, and baskets were left in the fields, but despite it not being lunchtime, no one was working in the fields.

Didn’t think I was ready or had reached that level for such contacts. Placing Top 3 for the prestigious Sterling Threads Showcase really had its perks. Serious perks, and I couldn’t be more excited! Already thinking of another to register for, even if I know we have to slow down for a bit. At least until we clear the heavy workload of orders we’ve got on our hands. Mae’s swollen fingers would agree. “Are we still going to check out some new fabrics, Madam?” Mae asked as we rounded the car, ready to leave. I opened my mouth to respond, but got cut halfway by my phone vibrating.

Chapter 46 – The Poisoned Thread The morning sun cut through the tall windows of the Steele penthouse, but even the light seemed heavy. It spread across marble counters, polished wood, silver fixtures all gleaming perfection. Yet the air itself felt suffocating, thick with invisible threads that clung to Sierra’s skin.

“It’s still available?” “Yes,” she admitted. “If I’m being honest with you, that damn fast fashion company that’s been getting bigger lately—Nightfall Threads, I think it’s called—is deterring a lot of potential buyers. But you didn’t hear that from me, the lady who’s supposed to be selling the place.” That name, Nightfall Threads, was familiar. I remembered Avis mentioning it a couple of times over the summer; not just on the night we’d discovered that the thrift shop went out of business, but after that, too.