Tangled Sun Novels & Stories

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Java, 1586 The wind howled across the coast. The sun blazed from the peak of a sharp blue sky, while massive waves exploded against the black rocks lining Karang Bendan's shoreline. On a stretch of smooth sand, two men stood facing each other, separated by little more than eight feet.

It was Hazel. She stumbled into the kitchen, completely oblivious to my presence. The afternoon sun caught the fiery strands of her messy red hair, illuminating it like a halo of embers. She was rubbing one eye with the back of her hand, a picture of sleep-drenched innocence. But there was absolutely nothing innocent about the way my body reacted to her.

The thin fabric doesn't do a good job at covering my assets and I blush. I look at myself in the mirror and the sight makes me wet. I have never looked this sexy and I love the feeling. With that, I make my way out of the room. As soon as I step outside, the summer heat hits me. The sun is out and shining, with the occasional clouds blocking its path. " Finally." Lance greets me, making his way to me. He's in a black swimming trunk and is shirtless. His body is glistening under the sun. I can't help but drool at the sight.

The morning sunlight felt stifling. Not enough darkness in it, not enough concealment. Isolde flicked a glance at her reflection in the cracked bathroom mirror of her East Village flat. The lingering night’s makeup clung to her lashes, and fatigue peeked behind her eyes. She wiped it away, hard. One week of Velvet had drained her mentally, physically, emotionally. And yet…the club’s mystery clung tighter. She drew a deep breath and forced herself to let it go.

He laughed as he deflected her spells and counterattacked. Uno and the rest of the coven members fought bravely, but they were no match for Ethero's army. The room was filled with chaos and destruction. Just as it seemed like all hope was lost, something unexpected happened. The sun began to shine brighter, and a beam of light shone down on Tangerine. Tangerine felt a surge of energy, and she knew that something was happening. She closed her eyes and focused her energy on the light. When she opened her eyes again, she was surrounded by a bubble of light. She looked around and saw that the dark figures had disappeared.

The old voice said. "She must not see the sun" T.B.C

The company is one of the best well-designed sculpture buildings with the most expensive materials and designed to match the standard of the Company Name. Its tower was one of the tallest in the country, the Hazel group is a company built by Mr. Patrick Hazel, Andrea’s grandfather in the 90s, and has kept its reputation and company values, which made it one of the best designing companies in the country and world at large, Hazel group also enlarged and spread throughout the years, owning different businesses across the country.

Embrace the beauty of spontaneity; sometimes, the most meaningful connections are born from chance encounters. -Unknown. |A L E E Z A| I woke up to the soft caress of sunlight spilling through my bedroom window, its gentle warmth cajoling me from the depths of slumber. As I slowly opened my eyes, the hazy memories of last night's party began to unravel. My honey blonde hair lay scattered across the silk pillow, a ruffled testament to the wild festivities that have unfolded. With a dopey stretch, I reached up to tuck a strand of my hair behind my ear and blinked away the remnants of sleep.

he whispered, his fingers continuing to caress her thigh with tenderness. The quiet lingered on as they sat together, taking in the view. The moon was bright and there were only a few clouds to obscure the plentiful stars in the sky. Camden hoped that meant a clear night for the Unbonding Ritual. She shivered as an icy chill ran down her spine and snuggled into the crook of Clayton's neck in an attempt to escape it. She felt safe. Her lips brushed against his skin and she felt him tense up momentarily as his breath hitched.