Whisk Sunset Paradise Novels & Stories

Until I am ready to claim her. The chocolate covered strawberries are chilled along with the wine. I have an array of sex toys that I haven’t gotten to use on her yet. No time like the present. I sit in the neighboring hotel suite watching the sunset over the New York City skyline. The lights from the buildings begin to glow. I’m ready to put away my accent and give her a night we both can fantasize about.

I said, and pushed my chair back. “No! There’s dessert,” he said, and jumped up from his seat. “You know I don’t eat dessert,” I said, and stood up as well. “You can have coffee while we have dessert,” he yelled from the kitchen, and Kiran gave me a look so I sat back down. I had managed to get through dinner without once looking at Adelie. “I’ll start clearing the table,” Adelie said, and stood up. She leaned toward me to get my plate, and I held my breath as she picked it up. She smelled like wild orchids, and I looked out through the sliding doors, into the dark garden beyond.

The yacht sat on a short hook in Castries Harbour, white hull ticking against black water. Sunset had already spent itself on the Pitons. What remained was diesel warmth, warm salt, and music from the town coming late across the bay. In the cockpit, teak still held the day’s heat. Below, the cabin smelled of sunscreen, cold wine, and rope.

The red-orange light of the sunset was slowly covered by purple, then black, as the night sky descended on the sea. The cries of the seagulls became drowned by the chirping of the crickets. Vivi Willows breathed in deeply, savoring the salty, fresh air as it poured into her lungs. She liked sitting by the beach and watching the sunset after a long day. Twilight was her favorite time of the day. It was the only time when she could allow herself to rest and be calmed by the gentle waves on the beach.

Justin remained staring out at the blackened sky from the window. He hadn't spoken to me for some time seemingly content to stand in silence. Emma left for her shift a while ago to prepare breakfast for the morning meal. She wouldn't be back for some time. The stars flickered through the curtains dotting the ceiling in starlight. The snow capped mountains beyond stood proud and ominously against the star flecked sky. “Goodnight Val.” Justin eventually murmured heading for the door.

Willow asked when she saw Ava was back to the present time. “Sorry,” Ava sighed deeply; she wished that she could wash the day away from her mind. “I believe I found Blackie.” This caused Grandmother Willow to stop whatever she was about to say to the young woman. When she found her voice again, “But do you know for certain that you’ve found him?”

under sunlight direct, they both took off their sunglasses and smiled at each other in approval. A waitress with long, wavy blonde hair and a Hawaiian dress came over to ask what they would like to drink. He looked at Theresa. "Pina colada?" When she nodded, he said, "And I'll have a mai tai." While they waited for their drinks, they studied the menu. “Normally I would order the shrimp salad,” she said, “but I'm so hungry. I'm going to try the grilled mahimahi. And you? “Coconut shrimp with fries and a salad.

I heard a familiar voice beside me, and my head turned to the side to see a face I thought I could never see again. "Azazel...?" He was also watching the sunset in this what I call paradise. "It feels real, right?" He smiled, his gaze averting back to the sunset. My brows furrowed in confusion. "At least just for a short time, we can watch the sunset together. I'll savor it." He added. "This... this paradise is the same as the park we always went to before, the blooming flowers, the beautiful scenery of the sunset on the lake. It's so pretty," I thought as I also accepted watching the sunset. The grazing scorch is agonizing yet mesmerizing.

Champagne was mostly used for celebrations. But tonight, it was clearly unnecessary. I placed the champagne back into the wine cabinet and selected the red wine Nicholas had prepared earlier, pouring myself a glass. Outside, a vast mist enveloped the entire city of Radiant City. The dazzling and shimmering neon lights formed a river of color, cutting through the haze and glowing faintly. I held the wine glass and walked over to the floor-to-ceiling window. The view was obscured by the fog, allowing me only to see my colorful, lonely reflection in the glass.

“You’ll see I’m right, Alpha. Rhys is on his way, and he’s not alone. Marissa’s handed him maps and the patrol schedules, even whispers about the altar. He’s closer than you think.” Serena’s placed her hand on her shoulder, and I saw her wince. “It’s burning again,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. My heart lurched. That accursed lunar mark of hers was... bound to the altar, to her magic, to the prophecy Sophia referred to. I took two steps across the clearing, my hand hovering above her wrist. The crescent gleamed, a pale silver heartbeat that seemed to throb with life.