Tangled Sun Novels & Stories

I said gasping in awe. He chuckled a bit before ruffling my neatly set hair. I frowned at him and set my hair again properly in a high pony. I have a natural caramel balayage hair. It is a mix of caramel, honey and black hair. He pulled my hair-tie out and secured it around his wrist. I frowned at him but he just chuckled and tucked a lose strand of my hair behind my ear and placed a pin in my hair to keep it from falling back on to my face. I pouted and looked away but I smiled touching the pin in my hair. Someone cleared their throat and I looked up to see Rowan standing there with his hands crossed over his chest making his biceps bulge and his black Henley shirt is not doing any justice

I chuckled We drove down the winding mountain roads, taking in the gorgeous view of the rolling hills and the trees swaying in the breeze. The sun was just starting to set, painting the sky in vivid shades of pink, orange and red. I felt the warmth of the sun on my skin and the wind in my hair, and I couldn’t help but smile. As we drove, I noticed a small lake off in the distance, its crystal clear waters shimmering in the light of the setting sun. I was so captivated by the beauty of the landscape that I almost forgot where we were going.

Even Chaz Duffy, her boss was an asshole and treated her talent like it wasn’t worth paying for. “Oh, wow… Would you look at that? This is such a lovely tattoo,” Tora exclaimed when she fell behind Sunny so they could climb up the stairs. “Thank you, Tora. I think so too.” “It’s such a ferocious panther… A crawling one… Is there a meaning behind this choice?” Tora asked again, genuinely curious. “How long it took? Did it hurt?” In front of such a quizzical tornado, Sunny laughed. Her ‘mother-in-law’ was so dear, so sweet.

Treat me like a queen, and I'll treat you like a king. Treat me like a game, and I'll show you how it's played. ATHENA Tangerine gold glimmered through the glassy window, specks of yellow sunlight splashed with floating cotton balls handing in the ominous sky. The unforgiving sun at the head of the universe and far from the horizon made it clear that it was late noon. I fluttered opened my eyes and groaned as my body was squished under a heavy weight.

My eyes fluttered open, and I lifted my head slightly, and there he was. Scout. He was fast asleep, His face was a few inches from mine. His hair was messy,and his lips were parted, one arm wrapped around me like I was some kind of oversized pillow. Panic punched me in the chest. What the hell happened? I tried to remember last night but all I got were pieces, Loud music, Riri, A guy with slick hair who called himself Ray or Roy and then I got drunk, then when I looked towards scout something flash in my head.

Time couldn’t scrub away what had burned between them. It didn’t try to. Some flames weren’t destined to fade—they were forged to endure, to sculpt souls, to whisper reminders in the dead of night. But those embers no longer devoured. Not anymore. The city thrummed beyond the walls—its ceaseless roar a distant heartbeat, wild and indifferent. Yet within Lily’s apartment— A sacred hush reigned. Mellow morning sunlight cascaded through half-drawn curtains, painting the room in honeyed glows that danced across worn wooden floors. The air was thick with the scent of fresh coffee and something sweeter—possibility. Still, but alive with quiet promise.

I brush his messy braids out of his face, my fingers grazing the smooth skin of his temple. His hair was always so fucking perfect, neatly braided in the middle, the sides shaved clean. But now— It’s a fucking mess. I run my thumb along the edge of his jaw. Even like this, bruised and broken, he’s still sexy as fuck. My teeth clench. He did this to me. Turned me into a fucking lunatic. I don’t think I can take another night of jerking off to the thought of his perfect fucking face. He needs to be mine. Right beside me.

*River* The sun hangs low in the sky, its warm glow filtering through the canopy of trees that line our path. Aloria walks beside me, her vibrant presence illuminating the trail like the sun itself. I can feel the excitement radiating off her, the thrill of returning to our pack swirling around us like the gentle breeze rustling the leaves. But beneath that excitement lies a shared melancholy, a bittersweet reminder of the family we leave behind, if only for a little while.

I felt a little relieved. The weather here was a little cold at evening or night time. I let my eyes wander to the orange sun and keep my dirty thoughts blocked in my mind. I couldn’t help but ask. I swear his endearment game was slowly becoming my undoing. First, it was love then baby. But now tesoro? I couldn’t afford such a distraction.