The Sunlit Man Ebook Novels & Stories

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.

Now my skin tingled at the thought of its touch—so real, as if I'd felt it against the most sensitive of my parts. When I stepped past the woman and exited the glass doors, my breathing hitched. I hadn't embellished, not really. With the orange glow of the setting sun sending prisms dancing off the waves below, the man casually leaning against the rail was everything I'd imagined and more. Despite the ocean breeze, his casual stance, the way one hand lingered in the pocket of his pants while the other held tightly to a tall fluted glass of light-colored liquid, filled me with warmth.

Cael’s POV The pages of the book remained open in my hands, yet I hadn't read a single line in several minutes. I sat alone in my private wing, occupying the oversized chair positioned beside the towering windows that overlooked the vast lands of the Duskborne Dynasty. Golden sunlight poured into the room, washing over the black-and-gold royal robes draped over my frame. One leg rested over the other. My posture was relaxed. At least it appeared that way. In reality, my mind was anything but.

~~~ I squinted my eyes as the morning sunlight conjured the most brilliant of mosaics, reflecting from each leaf and wisp of cloud. It was as if there was a pure joy in the light, as if it were happy to create art where it shone, warm and steady. I took a glimpse of the back of a tall man standing at the window. I protected my eyes with my hand as he spread the curtains to allow the sunshine into the room.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

But her bright smile and sweet personality got rid of any negative thoughts that I had. Christine Gyamfi Stanzolio is the Light to my Shadow.

For them, human was fated to die, be it from plagues or wars. “Oh, my sun! My powerful sun! Please show my baby the way back home!” Even though the old lady bathed in the sun until her skin cracked, the god would never hear her. Still, as she passed by, this time, Sierra put down a bottle. “Ma’am, at least drink a water-“ “No! No!” The old lady shushed her away, “The god of sun won’t like it if I drink and eat! This is the only way for him to hear my prayers!”

THE MAN IN YELLOW