The Sunlit Man Ebook นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Mena’ “Ugh” Why is it baking in here! Waking up from my sleep drenched in sweat. I try to kick the covers off,but can barely move because everything is sticking to me.Making my covers heavier in weight. I can’t even sit up It’s like I’m routed in place It has to be around 100 degrees right now.You would’ve thought It’s a furnace in our room how hot it is.Walls probably peeling get it together Mena starting to hyperventilate but after my panic subsided I try to gather what’s going on I don’t smell any smoke or see flames so it can’t be a fire so what’s happening right now

Sunny’s POV I was yawning while walking down the road off to our University when a man suddenly appeared in front of me. He’s wearing a black suit and black shades on his eyes looking like a complete member of men in black. “Sunny Peruvian, am I mistaken, ma’am?” I blinked. “H-How did you know my name?” The man took his shades off and bowed at me. “I apologize for the unexpected approach. I’m Edward Wilkinson, Ma’am Peruvian.”

A horse thundered toward the pavilion at a full gallop. Several servants who were lighting lanterns around the sprawling estate looked up in alarm. Whoever was arriving wasn't an ordinary guest. He leaped from the saddle before the horse had even come to a complete stop—and somehow managed not to land face-first in the dirt. The sun had just vanished beyond the horizon, leaving streaks of gray-blue twilight overhead, when the broad-shouldered man strode hurriedly toward the pavilion. Behind him, several house guards chased after the runaway horse.

If not, well, then Alpha Team would handle 8 power-armored Marines as they saw fit. A faint groan broke her concentration. The civilian is coming to. She looked away from the data pad and finally gave the civilian she "rescued" a good look. If SA-2614 was capable of surprise, no one would have known it. But at that moment, she threw her head back slightly as she finally saw who she carried with her. He was young; as young as she was. There was youthfulness in him. A hardness was also there in his face, creeping at the sides, hinting on his days spent under the Tau Ceti sun. A farmer's son, no doubt. This planet is purely an agricultural one after all. Strange, really. How could a farmer carr

The sun's rays coming from the open window make the room feel refreshing, soothing, and to my dismay, brilliant. A tall, well-dressed man, in the colors of the flag, was sitting in an armchair by the window while his whole being seemed lost among the pages of the book he reads. His brown hair with a few white strands seemed to shine in the sunlight. I'm not exactly in the mood to be ignored. I look at one of the maps on the table and clear my throat as I wait patiently for the water-green-eyed man to notice me. The man fumbled over the sudden noise, casting a startled look in all directions before finally finding me in one of the shaded corners of the room.

One year Later The man stood outside the beautiful home, his golden lock glinting in the warm morning sun. It cast a soft, golden glow on his skin, illuminating every freckle and line on his beautiful face. The gentle rays felt like a caress, warming him from the inside out and filling him with a sense of peace. As he closed his eyes and tilted his head back, he could feel the sun's warmth penetrating his skin, melting away any remaining traces of sleepiness.

Rita Rita woke to sunlight streaming through the curtains, her body lighter than it had been in days. The deep, bone-weary exhaustion had receded, leaving only a dull ache—like the echo of an illness fading. She stretched, her fingers brushing the thick Sotho blanket that had cocooned her all weekend. Freda glanced up from her spellbook as Rita shuffled into the common area. "Look who’s alive." "Barely," Rita muttered, collapsing onto the couch beside Pru, who wordlessly handed her a bowl of oatmeal drizzled with honey.

Bright light was entering inside the room through the huge window illuminating the whole room. The warmness of the sun light was warming the whole room from its heat. The two figure lying on the bed were shining because of the direct light hitting at them. It made the man lying on the bed to shuffle in the bed. Mikhail's pov:

SELENA He was there again. The man with the storm-gray eyes and a grin that felt like déjà vu—familiar in a way that made my chest ache. He stood by the window, bathed in soft morning light, the sleeves of his shirt rolled up like he belonged here. Like we had done this a thousand times before. “Babe,” he said, voice low and teasing, “hand me that book.” His eyes twinkled with mischief. I blinked. “What book?” A slow grin curved his lips. “Come on, sweetheart. Don’t play dumb. You know which one.”

In the picture, Harold was listening intently to a doctor in a white coat, while Jacob sat obediently beside him. Susan's face was only half visible in the corner of the frame, but she was smiling brightly. The caption read. "I thought I'd hit rock bottom, only to realize a new path was waiting just ahead. I'm so lucky that you're always here." I thought I'd be angry when I saw the post. Yet, to my surprise, I felt nothing. It felt like I was observing two strangers who no longer had any connection to me. I liked the post and commented, "Such a lovely family. Congratulations."