Sunshine Threads Novels & Stories

I had known from a young age that I wasn't the Blackwood family's biological daughter. So I knew that I wasn't worthy of being compared with Claire Blackwood in any way. I had only gotten her doll dirty while cleaning the room, yet Mom punished me by locking me out in the rain all night. When Claire blinded one of my eyes with a laser pointer, however, Mom protected her instead. “Your sister didn't mean to do it. She was just playing around.” After I lost sight in my right eye, Claire showed me a triumphant smile. “Who told you to enter our lives in the first place? You deserve it.” They all said I was an outsider. So for eighteen years, no matter how hard I tried or how desperately

I'll love to show you to many people there, you might be surprised to get many clients. Don't forget to send me the address. Xoxo! Sasha was used to getting good reviews and referrals from her clients. She knew how to deliver what was ordered. This was what has kept her in the business for so long. She had plans to stay in the business for many more years to come. Linda's invitation was something she needed. She needed money to fund her lodge and get herself together for a while before She would get a permanent place to stay and start-up a bakery.

Joseph felt the wind knocked out of him as he heard the whistle followed by the loudest sound he's ever heard in all his 16 years under the Tau Ceti sun. A whiz and BOOM. Whiz and BOOM. Explosion after explosion came pummeling down onto them. An unending barrage of terrifying heat and sound and fireball crashed all around them. Joseph covered his face as clods of disturbed earth pelted and rained down on him. His screams were drowned out by the loud thunders. It went on forever. Until it didn't. Then it stopped. He heard nothing afterwards except the constant ringing in his ear.

“It’s what I do with YOU now, yes. Don’t get me wrong, chasing the sun is awesome and you were right about the exercise and getting out of the house, but what about just sitting back and enjoying what nature had to offer?” “Twizzlers?” She asked with amusement. “Nature’s greatest achievement,” I joked before taking a bite and Aurora laughed. We laid there on the cold hood of the car for a while until the sun began to rise, “Oh, the shows starting!” I exclaimed with excitement to have Aurora laugh again before taking another bite of her Twizzler and looking back at the sky. It was a comfortable silence as we watched the sun illuminate the sky slowly with an array of colors. “It’s funny, come

“I saw your collection online. I’m interested in a particular design, the midnight blue scarf with the silver thread pattern. Do you have it in stock?” Emma nodded without hesitation. “Yes, we do. It’s one of our signature pieces. The silver threading is hand-stitched and uses sustainable metallic fibers. How many would you like to purchase?” They moved to a quiet meeting corner. Emma spread out sample books and fabric swatches on the table. Adrian’s mother sat with perfect posture, examining each piece closely. “I’ll take fifty pieces for now,” the older woman said. “I want to test them in a few private boutiques. The quality looks excellent. Tell me more about your production process.”

Ever since Bloodmoon intrusion into my company, some of the investors that made my fashion company a success, withdrawed affecting my initial investment for the company. NyxThread wasn’t just any brand. NyxThread defined luxury. Their designs walked every major runway, their commercials aired during the Super Bowl, and their influence reached even Bloodmoon royalty. So, when I sent my collaboration request from Dawn & Dagger, I didn’t even bother hoping, but I’didnt stop sending. Every other time I’d tried, the answer had been a robotic response “Not at this time.” But this time… it wasn’t rejected. It was still pending. That had never happened.

Because of the threads, I have a bit of a reputation at work as a daydreamer. The sleeves of my work top are long which cover my mark. The swirling patterns in my mark are supposed to represent the threads of fate, there are three of them in red, black and white. The mark is actually quite pretty but it is nothing compared to seeing the real threads. Still, at work I keep it covered and as long as people don't look too closely at me, I usually can pass for an ordinary human which makes serving human customers far easier than serving the Magics who tend to be stuck up towards humans.

Then stopped. Because Thread itself added: “Provisional.” Good. Current Lucas stared into the depth. “Are there still fake me’s?” Thread answered: “There are Lucas-patterns.” “Are they me?” “No.” “Are they people?” “Some may become.” “Are some just you?” “Yes.” Lucas thought. “Can you stop making new ones?” Thread paused. “I can stop deliberately generating them.” “Do that.” “Yes.” Current Lucas looked at Elena. “That was easier than most chapters.”

Like I was electrocuted, I pushed him off me and also took a step back. "Erm...erm...," Well f*ck me because I had no idea what to say. My thoughts were all jumbled up and the only thing keeping me sane by the minute was the fact that I was staring straight ahead the cell and not into those confusing orbs. Lest I forget, why were their orbs so haunting? One minute both orbs of the brothers are beautiful, the next minute their scary and then a disaster. What the hell is going on?

The sunlight streamed in through the long-furnished window, illuminating Lydia’s blonde hair and adding a beautiful glow to the moment. Except for their beauty and resemblance, Lydia's hair is different from her mother's. While hers is pure white, her mother’s is a striking blonde color that Lydia's younger sister inherited. “Is something wrong?” she asked, noticing that Lydia's scent was giving her away. Lydia's silence spoke volumes. “Don’t tell me you’re still thinking about that old dream of yours.” Lydia stepped away from her mother and walked over to the large window, which overlooked the pack lands in the distance and the garden. Their land spread miles away, behind forests and hills,