Sunshine Threads Novels & Stories

’m sorry…” ‘Breathe. Breath.’ It took her a moment to gather herself. ‘Look.’ Golden light filled the void, unraveling into a vast web of bright threads. They hung suspended in the air as strands of sunlight spun through mist—hundreds, thousands, millions—some fine as hair, some pulsing. She rose unsteadily, every inch of her trembling, and stared. Each thread thrummed with a different rhythm—heartbeat, life, bond. The air itself seemed to hum in recognition. “This…” Her voice cracked. “What is this?” ‘The weave,’ Sirius murmured. ‘The bones of the world. The ties that bind life to life.’ One pulsed so close to her. Saeris reached out, unable to stop herself. When her fingers brushed

Sun Keeper

She request. "Definitely not!" I instinctively shouts. Sunshine raised her eyebrow at my odd response. "I mean err. Definitely not a problem precious." I corrected. Damn it. I opened N*****x and starts to browse on the list. "Do you want the lead shirtless?" I grit my teeth in annoyance. "Yes please!" Sunshine answered excitedly. "We can watch another episode of that pimple popper precious." I tried to convince her. "No. I want the shirtless man please."

arms. Come back to me my Sunshine Beautiful...beautiful..Sunshine Mine...Mine...Mine… Mine…Mine…Mine… I know about our deal I know we can't be together I know we don't have future I know we have no chance But all I want is you in my life Mine...Mine...Mine… Come back to me my Sunshine…. Mine... She never thought she would be that important in his life. She never thought he would write a song about her. She never thought he would still remember her. After she woke up from her trauma she immediately called Selina, it’s nine in the morning for her.

Threads of sunlight in your hair Weave a magic pure and rare. Fairies will guard your sleep And gather moonbeams in the deep. Dreamland rivers, wild and free, Calling you back home to me. Though the night is deep and wide, Love will always be your guide. Sleep, my light, my shining star, No matter how far away you are. Threads of sunlight in your hair Hold you safe with tender care. *** The night stretches thin and finally softens as pale light seeps through the window. I know this tower better than I know myself.

"I don’t want anything to do with you. Do you understand? Nothing. You need to stay away from me. We don’t… we don’t come from the same world. Our lives are completely different and I can’t let you come from nowhere and disrupt my own just because I helped you one night, I don’t want to have anything to do with you and it will do us best if you completely stay away from me, do you understand?!” I poured out without censoring my words and when I was done, all I could do was breathe heavily. There was a moment of silence, a long silence where I could hear nothing but the faint sound of his breathing on the other end, it felt like a breathing competition between us and I wouldn’t be the first t

I glanced at the name inscribed on the building. Threads Of Sicily… Even the name made my pulse quicken. I hesitated at the heavy oak door, my fingers brushing the carved emblem of a needle crossed with a thread. A faint scent of lavender and fresh fabric drifted through the hall. I pushed the door open and stepped inside.Sunlight spilled through tall windows, catching on racks of partially finished gowns and bolts of fabric stacked like towers. Sketches adorned the walls, pinned with delicate gold clips.

Feeling the shift in the air, Zoe quietly slipped away. The word "ex-husband" hit Nathan like a sudden blow. His hopeful demeanor crumbled, giving way to crushing despair. Even his posture sagged ever so slightly. At the cafe just outside the office, the beautiful roses he carried caught everyone's attention. Unfortunately, he'd overlooked something important—I was extremely sensitive to both scents and pollen.

When I passed by the greenery, a branch suddenly snagged my hair. I tugged slightly, but instead of freeing it, I pulled down a whole spray of petals. A hand suddenly reached out and gently helped untangle my hair. "What the—" I winced inwardly, blaming the overly lush landscaping in these rich neighborhoods. How were there already flowers blooming at this time of the year? "Are these peach blossoms?" I muttered exasperatedly. A calm voice came from above, "They're cherry blossoms."

Emma was there and helping out Shae with the orders some more, and I wondered what happened to the thread. “Where’s all the thread?” She didn’t even look up at me when she answered, “In your office.” I went into my office and turned on the lights to find roughly fifty spools of thread neatly placed from light to dark on my desk in the shape of a square. How the fuck did she get this done so fast? I looked back at her in question and she still wasn’t looking at me, but she obviously knew my question. She reached her hand on her desk and grabbed a pair of scissors, then without looking at me, still, she opened and closed them a couple of times dramatically.