Sunshine Threads Novels & Stories

Even though I should have guessed what was happening, I just never expected it to be so blatantly displayed before me. Julian hesitated when he heard my hoarse voice. Then, he noticed where I was looking and instinctively touched the marks on his neck. He said awkwardly, "I was helping Nadine fix her refrigerator. It took until late, so I dozed off at her place. I didn't want to disturb you and Ezra by coming home, and these marks are just bug bites—don't overthink it." A mosquito bite in the dead of winter and right after Valentine's Day, no less. Julian's excuse made my expression grow colder as I gently soothed the baby in my arms.

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,

’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

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.

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.

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.

The chamber was lit by nothing but threads of light, glowing faintly in the dim air like veins of starlight pulled from the heavens. They floated around Zara’s body in delicate arcs, twisting as though alive, responding to her trembling hands. Every tug drew a spark, every knot a hiss of heat. She bit down against the pain, but her fingers would not stop. The threads were burning her from the inside out, stealing fragments of her strength with every movement, but still she worked.