The Sunlit Man Ebook Novels & Stories

' A scruffy-looking man says with a toothless grin, pointing at the young women clinging to each other and crying in a corner. 'Reckon we've got around a dozen, should bring us a good price, don't you think, Alpha?' His eyes move to me, and they darken with lust. 'You got her?' The man who had picked me up smiled broadly. 'Yeah, this is the Solar Eclipse Luna, and before any of you get ideas, she belongs to me.' I look at him and frown, 'What's a Solar Eclipse Luna?' I ask, pushing myself to my feet and staring at this huge, ugly man who had 'caught' me, not quite understanding what was going on, but sensing it wasn't good.

It was there, plain as the sun in the sky, in the rigid line of his shoulders, hard as a city skyline; present in his shallow breaths, in the vein bursting in his temple. “I don’t either,” I said. “I wish I did, but I don’t.” The ice between us melted, and I burst through its remains, taking his warm hands in mine. I could see clearer, all of a sudden, as though the fog had faded and the sun had broken through the bloated clouds. Struck by a sudden sense of poetry, I murmured, “It’s like you’re the sun: full of light and warmth. You’re safe.” He huffed, but his smile broadened. “The sun is hot. Are you saying I’m hot, Cals?”

Damien asked and Kira hummed in reply. Damien's eyes glanced at the window that was closed and he walked towards it. He looked at the creature cursed by the sun once again before he opened the window, letting the sun ray in and the creature cursed by the sun groaned in pain as the harsh sunlight burnt him. Damien smirked. "Indeed they are cursed by the sun. We finally got a weakness," Damien tells Kira who realised what the sunlight had done to the skin of the man. "If he is put under the sun now, there is a probability he would burn to death," Kira muttered.

This time around, the darkness in Basiton would be expelled and plants would begin to grow, the clouds would begin to condense, evaporate and then the rain would come. Old man Tim smiled at his work. But right now, he needed to sacrifice fifteen hundred more men that would do, 'hanging the artificial sun.' Dr Revarale stared at the burning and back at the old scientist. A couple of miniature narcissist; "Neuman is getting the men ready to lift the sun" Raverale said dusting his white lab coat and Levia turned to look at him, his eyes brooding down at him and back at the sun. "Don't you mean, we have to leave from here? The sun is going to burn once its out of the battleglass."

"Are you sure you don't want to at least stop the bleeding?" "Don't need to. Isla will handle it." I fought the urge to roll my eyes. The man was beyond stupid. Another long night passed. By the time the SUV finally entered the territory of the Moonridge Pack, the sun was rising. I'd been driving for twenty-four hours straight, and my eyes were bloodshot. But Damien immediately perked up. "Quick, to Isla's clinic." I followed the GPS to the small clinic. It was less a clinic and more a shabby little house. There wasn't even a proper sign out front.

He was resplendent in his ceremonial attire, his eyes fixed on the horizon where the golden disc of the sun was being slowly, inexorably devoured by the encroaching moon. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as the world plunged into an eerie, midday darkness. It was a premature night; stars blinked into existence, shivering in the sudden, biting cold. To the superstitious, it was a terrifying omen of divine displeasure, a harbinger of doom. But for Elena, it was simply the elegant mechanics of the universe—a celestial reminder that even in the deepest, most suffocating shadow, the light remained, waiting patiently to return.

‘Great Scott’. Starlight picked up ‘Love Me Forever’, the fourth romance book she was just reading, and glanced at the back blurb and its tantalizing promise of ‘Hot! Hot! Hot! Eroticism on every page!’ with a sigh. “Well… If this is what it takes to set the right mood for my encounter with Great Scott…” But a slight movement from out the large picture window caught her eye. Starlight froze, a prick of fear running down her spine. A man stood on her front porch railing…

I removed the pink frilly top and was about to change into my regular clothes when… "Then I'll— excuse my…self." A man. Tall and firm body build, his fringe almost covers his hazelnut eyes. He froze as he saw my naked body and muttered, "Flat chest." I didn't realize that the light I've been chasing for a long time would perish and be replaced by something else. Something much brighter than the sun. The warmth I could feel from his gaze and gentle smile. As if pulling me from the deep sea where I continuously sink into, his warm hands gently hold mine, vanishing the coldness I've been feeling.

•A MAN OF REVENGE• A man has been wearing his sunglasses to cover his wanted face as he walk under the sun of Miami. Although he never actually cares if his face is on view, he never cares, he's free. Looking at the beach with those amused eyes of him. Watching every people passing by him, waiting for a chance to know someone who could dance with him in his insanity. He's wearing a pair of beach shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian polo, his head is secured from sun with a brown beach hat. Sitting at one of the stools while sipping mango juice.

"Hello," an unfamiliar voice spoke. "Oh! Um hello," Aeliana replied as she glanced at him, smiling nervously. The man was laying down on a sunchair, dressed in a beige short and printed shirt. He held a book in his hand and had a pair of sunglasses over his eyes until few seconds ago. "Do you live here?" he asked, with a small smile secured on his face as his caramel brown orbs glistened through his narrowed eyes.