The Sunlit Man Ebook Novels & Stories

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.

I squinted and gave the bomb expert a half-smile. "There’s no need to waste time with words.” "Just do your thing, and quick." He nodded and got down to business with his tools. I licked my back teeth. Great. Now of all times I was dying for a smoke. The afternoon in Safrana? It was blazing hot. I had been standing in the blazing sun for what felt like an eternity, and it seemed like the sun was trying to cook me alive.

I slowly shut the door, not even allowing myself to make a little noise inside of this place. “Finally…” a deep voice trailed off, shocking me in the process. When I look around to try and find him, I saw a swivel chair nearby the desk slowly turned around, revealing a man wearing a dark cape. He looks so familiar, and somehow, I feel like there is some kind of connection between the two of us. It felt like we are magnets, pulling and attracting each other in a way that no one can ever explain.

I’m not a gloomy person by any means, but when everyone thinks of you as this ray of sunshine, some high expectations come along with that, and I don’t like to disappoint people. Why do I have to be a ray of sunshine for everyone? When do I get to just be Aurora Williams: human being? _______________ Authors Note: To anyone familiar with my previous work, I will go ahead and tell you that this is nothing like what I've done before. I've written this book to challenge myself as a writer. Also, there are some rape scenes that may trigger some readers, so keep that in mind before you begin reading. The book is yet to be edited so some slight adjustments will be made in the future for redundanci

Morning Light and Choices Evelyn stirred as the soft warmth of sunlight kissed her face, filtering through the open window. The golden rays danced across the room, casting delicate patterns onto the walls and the polished floor. She blinked slowly, her mind a haze of half-remembered dreams and lingering tension from the previous night. The weight of her new reality pressed against her chest, but for a moment, she let herself bask in the light.

He pulled them open with a jerky motion. Noontime sunlight, merciless and unyielding, bathed the office. It illuminated everything: the fine cracks on the tablet screen, the forgotten coffee cup, the sheer exhaustion on Clarkson's face as he flinched away from the blinding light. "Wha—" Clarkson's voice was gruff, drained.

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

I can get a coffee and a donut since I missed breakfast because of my unnecessary mood swings. The small shop was unoccupied, it was still early in the morning and the only customer was a hooded man at the corner. I say man but I really don’t know the gender of the person. I only assumed he was male because no self loving female would be out here in the cold when she could be under warm sheets, except me of course. I ordered coffee and a donut to go and was about to take my order and head for my car when I bumped into him. Him.

I smiled back warmly at my old friend also bowing to her. A black swirling shadow appeared before our pleasantries could continue and a tall man in a purple velvet suit materialised. "Selena the sun is garish." He murmured shelding his eyes with the brim of his top hat. "Apologies.' I murmured waving my hand and turning the sunshine to twilight lighting with a wave of my hand.

“Now step into the light.” Silence. Then— A small shift. Not forward. Not back. Just enough that the shadows seem to deepen around them. And for a second— Just a second— The moonlight catches something. Eyes. Watching me. Sharp. Focused. Not amused like the others. Not careless. Cold. My breath catches slightly, my instincts screaming something I can’t fully name yet. Danger. Not the loud kind. Not the obvious kind. The quiet kind. The kind that waits. That studies.