The Thousand Sunny Novels & Stories

Sugary Goodness "That's not how it is supposed to work Mr. McCain. Yes... I know you had paid a large amount of money. Yes... but our girl is still free to decide. It is quite clear on the agreement sir. Let's see, how about if I set you up with a more suitable girl for you? I'm really sorry about this. Why don't you take Jaquelyn to dinner first, anyplace of your choosing all expenses are on us, as a token of our apology. Then if you deemed appropriate, she will replace your previous one? And I will take care of everything personally. Yes sir, I understand. I will set it up with Jaquelyn tonight. Thank you, sir." Damn billionaires! I finally ended his call. Mr. McCain was one of our top pay

Although, he would never know that. My heart still ached at the thought when I woke up. The sun was already rising as I held the cup of coffee while watching it rise from my unit. I am a lover of sunrise and I am a morning person. I would never start a day without looking at the run rises wherever I am. And, a cup of coffee will also make my day. Although, I am feeling lazy today. What? Am I broken? “Okay. It’s another day.” I whispered to myself. “Why am I getting sad over him?”

His arms wrapped around me in a warm, protective embrace, holding me close and safe. "I'm here," he whispered into my hair, his voice breaking as he spoke, his words raw with promise. "Always." And for the first time in days, I let myself believe it. I let myself lean into him — into us — and let the world outside fall away. No matter what storm waited for us in the shadows, No matter what secrets still lingered beyond our reach, We would face them, together, with all our might. * The sunlight poured gently through the cracks in the curtains, warming the hardwood floors and bathing the bedroom in a soft, golden glow. It felt so good to wake up without the usual dizziness or nausea! I'm just

He had not really spoken much ever since his sister had died. Sunny had become almost like a shadow of his former cheerful self, the exact opposite of his name. Tohya and Ren have tried to include Sunny in as much of their activities as possible as a result, even occasionally dragging him to the reopened Starlight’s Hall. “You might as well give up, Shibasaki,” said Sunny, a sombre tone in his voice as he slumped over where he sat, looking at the streets below him, the can of beer in his hand resting on his right knee. “Kirisawa is—”

This time, when I did look around, I saw she was holding a big old jewelry box filled with lots and lots of pink paper hearts. "Wow! what's that?" I asked feeling excited. Mummy placed it in my hands, and my noona tapped the lid. "It's a thousand love from the kisses of the one who's dearly special to you. Or at least it will be, when you find the one that's special to you, then you'll fill them out." My eyes widened as I tried to count all the hearts. But I couldn't. A thousand was a lot! "Sophie," my noona said, as I looked up to see her green eyes shinning. " This is your adventure. How I want you to remember me while I'm gone."

Paige replied as the smile on her face disappeared. He smiled, "Come on, why are you looking so serious? I was just pulling your legs. Don't be too rigid, Paige. You've got to be flexible." "Alright, now I'll be going," Paige replied. "Hold on, hold on, we need to take some pictures to promote our upcoming music," Sunny said. As he spoke, he made a phone call, and a few photographers who seemed to have been waiting around suddenly came out and began to take pictures of them.

Before I left, I gave him one last parting message. "Oh, by the way, you’re going to be moved to a new facility soon. I spent quite a bit to make sure you’re transferred. It’s a special prison, full of inmates with... particular 'tastes.' A soft, defenseless college boy like you? I’m sure you’ll be very popular. Enjoy your life sentence." Stepping outside, I looked up at the sky. It was a beautiful day—the sun blazed down on me. I didn’t bother with an umbrella; it was a bit hot, but I felt lighter than I had in years.

Jump says, her eyes going wide. "This is big," Hothead says, dropping his luggage. Even I must admit, Yellow Sun Academy is unlike anything I have ever seen. Yellow Sun Academy looks like a giant, shining, white castle. It looks bigger than our hometown. There are dozens of towers, shining as well. They're hidden behind a large stone wall, with the only entrance being a tall iron gate, and painted right on the iron gate is a yellow sun. The stone path we're on leads us through a beautiful courtyard with lush green grass and big red bushes. On the sides of the path are statues of who I can only guess are past fighters of the Yellow Sun Academy and even they are shining.

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In my sixth year of running an inn in Rimevale, I'm diagnosed with bone cancer. I leave the inn in the hands of my fiancé, Eric Jones, and head to Varenia with nothing but an old enamel mug. Once I'm there, I start a livestream called "My Last 100 Sunsets." Every day at 7:00 pm, I turn the camera toward the snowcapped mountains and make coffee just out of frame. On my 31st livestream, a comment suddenly catches my eye. "Wait. Does that mug at the edge of the frame have a V-shaped chip in it?" Six years ago, when a blizzard left us stranded in the mountains, I kept that same mug filled with hot spiced cider for Eric all night. The chat explodes. "That's Alice Graham from Veylune Inn!"