Whisk Sunset Paradise Novels & Stories

The sea was calm that morning, its surface like glass, reflecting the pale sky above. Lucia stood barefoot on the balcony of the coastal villa, her silk robe fluttering in the breeze. She had barely slept. The silence was too loud. Amaro joined her, a steaming cup of espresso in hand. He offered it wordlessly. “Thanks,” she murmured, taking a sip. They watched the horizon together, the quiet between them filled with unspoken thoughts. “Do you think it’s really over?” Lucia asked.

The sun was starting to set outside as I took my leave from Cleo. On the drive home, I pulled up onto the roadside in a layby. There was a quiet road on the way back home from Cleo’s that overlooked fields for miles. This view, coupled with the changing colours in the sky from the sunset, offered a great view. I took a seat against the bonet of my car, watching as the last reds and oranges left the sky and changed into blues, purples, blacks. I sat listening to the wind whistling through the air and the odd sound of a car passing occasionally. There was an air of peace that fell over me.

"Ursula, we'll keep walking like this. Always." I nodded with a small smile on my face, full of hope for what lay ahead. One day, I ran into Fiona at a high-end bar by accident. She was wearing revealing clothes and heavy makeup, laughing and drinking with a group of men. I couldn't exactly tell what I felt as I watched her in that moment. When she noticed me, there was surprise on her face before it turned into hatred and bitterness. "Are you happy seeing me like this? Tell me, why?! I regressed and was given a second chance in life! So, why did I still lose to you? What are you?!"

Hence this beach has lost its popularity, and now it merely serves as a fishing port anymore. Coming here in hopes of seeing the vaquita wasn't the main reason why I always come to this place. The truth is that whenever I'm here, I feel like I am the only alive person in the entire world. It feels like I'm in an apocalyptic setting, where monsters dominate every inch of the planet, and I am the protagonist whom the author wants to keep alive until the end of the story. Thinking that way, as I look at the dark ocean beyond me, makes me feel like I'm important in the midst of chaos. From that illusion, I could feel a sense of worth, contrary to what reality gives me. For, in reality, I was jus

He sighed and let me go, stepping back reluctantly to answer his phone. “What is it?” Jack said harshly into the phone. His voice was full of power, but none of the sensuality from the night before. I stepped down and sat on the porch step, pushing my feet out of the shade of the porch and into the sun. Jack growled into the phone and leaned against the far railing. My feet played in the hot sand as I waited for him to finish his call, trying my best not to listen in on his conversation. Instead, I stared out at the endless ocean. The sky was a bright blue that merged almost seamlessly with the dark water in the distance. It was going to be another perfect day in paradise.

Mantilo didn’t speak until he had filled two cups up with ice and drink, and quietly handed one cup to Ezekiel. The off yellow drink was spicy and hard, tasting of pomegranate juice and lemons and an unidentifiable herb that heated up his tongue and spiced his lips. The drink had been named “Sunset” for as long as Ezekiel could remember. A strong brew that was held all year and dished out only once on this joyous occasion, during the three nights of the Celebration. The Brew was a delicacy and a treat for the Shifters, fermented juices that seemed to relax their inner beasts and amp up their friskiness at the same time. Nate jokingly referred to sunset as “catnip in a cup”

Lisa was her friend, and she had always treated her like family and she couldn't turn her back on her now. "Where are you?" "Paradise bar." "That's a g-" Jasmin started, but Lisa cut her off. "I didn't want to be hit on by anyone," she grumbled. "Fine, give me thirty minutes, I'll be there to get you." She drove to the paradise bar and unlike the thirty minutes she had told Lisa; she ended up using twenty minutes because the road was less busy at this time of the night. Once at the location, she got down from the car and hurried into the bar and not long after; she spotted Lisa in the corner in pink pyjamas, with her head bowed and eyes fixed on her phone. There was a bottle of whiskey on he

“Ignoring you would be so much easier if you were more of an asshole.” “I’ll work on that for you.” He let go of her and sat up straight. “Let’s go.” “Where to?” she asked, turning back to him, her door partially open. “We’ll put this up, and then go watch the sunset.” They found a bottle of wine in the bag. Wyatt grabbed some wine glasses out of the cabinet and then found a blanket in a closet before leading her down to the waterfront at the lake. There was a small gazebo on the beach with a double lounger. They sat in silence, wrapped up in the red buffalo print blanket and watched the sunset.

Which was all going in favor of the Final War that Y had always wanted. That is why Iris found herself drinking straight from a coconut and enjoying the natural Hawaiian scenery of a breath-taking sunset in her yellow sundress with printed date trees on it, as Dom had reassured her over and over again of the unbreachable security of the island so she could stop being paranoid and let the girl inside her get excited about her wedding.

I whisper. The rest house is indeed beautiful. Watching the sunset at the beach is really an unforgettable experience. Not to sound cheesy, but I like watching it because of the shades of yellow-orange, pink, and purple filling the sky as the sun sinks below the surface of the water. I wish to bring someone I love with me the next time I visit. I thought about Sariel, damn. I didn't get an opportunity to ask for her contacts. She's the only girl who has the urge to invade my mind. Maybe it's a sign that I should have a girlfriend, and she might be the one. Just because I don't have a girlfriend doesn't mean I'm desperate. Nah.