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the man shouted, so he immediately raised his eyebrow. From being poor. “She was a poor. That was not obvious on her slender and white skin. It looked very smooth,” Daehwan said next to him, but he ignored that and just focused his eyes on the woman. It went to the middle of their row, so his eyes even less wide. When they looked each other, he frowned even more. He knew it, the woman was familiar. “Oh Yoon Seo is instructed to remove the cloth from her face to be poured with holy water and to be fed by mudos,” the man said.

I didn’t bother with an umbrella; it was a bit hot, but I felt lighter than I had in years. Even the darkest places eventually see the light.

Sunlight was peeping through the window. A man and woman were sleeping, cuddling each other. A man's hand is wrapped around the woman's waist while the woman's head is on his bare chest. Sunlight rays fell on his face, which disturbed his sleep. His head was paining like hell, he held his head and opened his eyes. Opening his eyes, he got the biggest shock of his life. He was lying naked with a woman.

“My sister loves her books” Uhm, who the fuck is this? “Can I help you?” I asked the man. “Hi,” he smiled. “Is there a reason you’re blocking my sunlight?” I asked, quite rudely if I may add. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t realize,” he apologized, then moved to the side. “It wasn’t my intention”. I took a deep breath, then put my book down and sat up straight. “That’s fine. Is there something I can help you with?” I asked with a more relaxed tone.

a collector seated in the front row asked curiously, “the lighting in this piece is incredibly gentle. What was your state of mind when you painted it?” Ethan held the microphone, his gaze soft as it landed on Jane. “At that time, I had just woken up. I didn’t remember anything, and the world felt empty. It was Jane who gave me a second life. When she stood in the yard feeding the chickens, sunlight falling on her, I thought to myself that this was the kind of peaceful life I wanted to keep for the rest of my days. This painting is of the woman I love and my salvation.” Thunderous applause filled the room. Jane’s eyes brimmed with tears. Right there, in front of everyone, she threw herself i

She slowly lifted her head towards the other two- "That my dear, is Zhilerian" Mama said and moved to start the healing ritual. ************************************ The evening sun casted a brilliant golden glow into Noah's apartment, the scattered furniture that was rapidly moved for space, the huge splash of blood on the carpet, the blood soaked towels- They stopped looking out of place, as if it belonged. The Sun, the light burnt the gloom and impurities away. It's glow, it's rays- In the middle of the room stood a tall man, he fitted perfectly under the rays of the sun, seemingly glowing.

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation—

Justin POV The sun dipped low on the horizon, a golden glow casting over the calm waters surrounding my yacht. I leaned against the balcony railing, a glass of wine in my hand. Isabella lay stretched out on the outdoor sofa, her legs curled slightly, her hair spilling over the cushions in soft waves. A book rested in her hands, its cover sporting the title The Glass Castle. Occasionally, she reached for the bowl of strawberries and grapes beside her. She smiled as she read, her fingers grazing the fruit before popping one into her mouth.

He just kept on looking at me with an unreadable expression. I studied him and noticed how handsome he was. He had sharp eyes, a hard jawline, lips I wanted to kiss forever, tousled brown hair, and beautiful blue eyes I wanted to get lost in. His body looked hard. I was snapped out of my musing by Wade's voice. "Ahh. Mr. Asher. It's nice to have you around. Please ignore the foolish girl." Mr. Wade said, trying to pacify the man. "Why is she crying?" The man referred to as Asher questioned my boss.

Every time a soldier reformed, Kael and I hit the same rhythm — sword, flame, strike, breath — until the air hummed with the pattern of us. Then the ground burned. Not from fire. From presence. Light gathered on the horizon, trembling — not stable, not real — like a god’s echo clawing its way back through its own death. Solen. Or what was left of him. He stepped out of the light — translucent, cracked with fractures of gold, his form flickering between glory and ruin. “You cannot kill the Sun,” he said, voice hollow. “You can only delay dawn.” I smiled. “Guess I’m hitting snooze, then.”