The Sunlit Man Ebook Novels & Stories

SHAWN One minute I’m sitting on my bed, still in yesterday’s clothes, staring at nothing in particular and the next, I’m waking up to sunlight cutting through the curtains and a dull heaviness sitting behind my eyes. For a second, everything feels normal. Then it comes back.The pack. The bond. Kane. I exhale slowly, dragging a hand over my face before reaching for my phone on the nightstand. A notification blinks on the screen. Mike. " I know you left.Just… whatever you decide, I'm on your side."

The bell above the door gave a soft little ring. “Do you have any sunflowers today?” The man’s voice was warm and low, touched with an easy smile. I looked up and saw a tall man standing just inside the doorway. He wore a light gray coat and held a newly bought book in one hand. His features were clean-cut, his eyes clear. When he looked at me, there was no lingering stare, no intrusion in it. “Yes,” I said, setting down the shears. “We just got some in. They’re fresh.”

His hand went limp, dropping beside him on the hospital bed. In an instant, my parents’ cries echoed through the hospital. Amid the chaos, a hand, slender and cool to the touch, grasped mine. “Let’s go home,” Isolde said. I murmured a soft “Mm,” tightening my grip on her hand. Stepping out into the autumn sunlight, I squinted instinctively. Isolde shifted me to her side, letting her shadow shield me from the glare. Thayer’s death was like a stone tossed into a lake: it rippled briefly before the surface returned to calm.

In this house, she lived like a high-end housekeeper. As for me, I barely left my room except to eat. I cleaned out the storage room until it was spotless. Even though it was still packed with old furniture, the sunlight there was perfect. I often dragged a chair to the window and sat there for hours, basking in the sun, like an old man waiting for the end. Sometimes Jonathan would pass by my door. When he saw me sitting in the sunlight, he would pause for a moment, but he never said anything.

I chuckled at myself, I really need to stop thinking I’m worth that much space in anyone’s head, well the head with a brain in it anyway. I scanned the area the second I reached the deck, my girls weren’t here yet but that’s not my concern, I spotted a godlike man laying on a lounger, his body was all muscle, tattoos covering his arms and upper chest, his skin was dark and rich. His light brown hair sun kissed with blonde highlights ruffled in the wind. I smiled as I walked towards the chair next to him and cleared my throat, “hi, is this chair taken?” His massive arm moved, his hand covering his brows, shielding his big brown eyes from the sun, and a smile graced his face as he looked up

AUTHOR’S POV Late morning sunlight streamed through the restaurant’s tall windows, casting sharp shadows across the polished wooden floor. Richard stepped inside, his gaze scanning until it caught the man he had come for—Lucas’s assistant, sitting alone in the far corner, phone pressed to his ear, his face softened with a smile.

Her looking like that now made him feel like he could kill someone. "Do not worry," the man replied. "Nothing has happened to her yet... But from now, it depends with your response and your willingness to cooperate..." Malden swallowed hard. "I am bringing the book," he said. "I hope that is all that you want. Do not do anything to her... Where should I find you?" And even Deagan was shocked. That book meant so much to this man! Was he going to give it up like that? But again, he did not speak. This was Sunna they were talking about. He was sure that nothing could ever be compared to her.

There was also such light radiating off the man coming through that it was hard for Caitlin to see where the sun ended and the man began. Caitlin watched as the man, seated on a donkey, rode in through the Eastern gate. The animal ambled through the thick masses, as all around him swarmed dozens of followers, dressed in long, flowing white robes. The man himself wore a long, white robe and hood, which was lowered, exposing his face to the crowd. He had light brown hair going down to his cheekbones, and a short brown beard. His eyes were large and hazel, and they radiated light, like two glowing marbles. In fact, there was such light radiating off of him that Caitlin had to squint. He had suc

The man smirked as he cracked his neck" You'll have to make me" Sunni was looking at both guys from behind. She advanced closer to have a close look at Lucas and then at the man. They were just glaring at each other and then smiling. She was confused for a while there. what was going on here? Were they insane?? She didn't have the guts to ask as she simply raised a hand to Lucas's face, waving before him to bring him back "Hello....you in?" But his eyes was still fixed on the man in an odd manner that gave Sunni the freaks. She drew back and simply watched the drama between these two weirdos.

She opened her eyes behind her sunglasses when the glorious heat was abruptly reduced by Christophe’s arrangement of an umbrella above her. “Stop spoiling my date with this wonderful sun,” she muttered. “You’ll burn... And if you burn,” Christophe said with single-minded cool, “I won’t be able to touch you, to kiss you, to explore every inch of your body with my tongue.” “In this case, take this umbrella away! I would prefer to burn…” “Liar.” He reached for her with hands that brooked no argument and Lara trembled as the sun-warmed heat of his body met electrifyingly with hers. He had dispensed with the towel he had knotted around his lean hips.