3 Metres Above The Sky Movie Novels & Stories

She tried not to stare. “If they have wings, why don’t they fly?” Ru asked, turning her head away from a beautiful woman with long black hair who passed by, her white wings tucked behind her. Her coat had two slits in the back of it, sort of like the openings for sleeves. “We can levitate, and we don’t,” Rider pointed out. “True,” Ru muttered, although that didn’t quite answer her question. She decided to let it go. They had assembled on the sidewalk outside of Sky’s office building, which reached so high up into the atmosphere Ru suspected it would reach the clouds if there were any. The sky was clear and blue, and Ru wondered what was above them.

After going through three floors, he flew straight to the sky. Everything was dead silent. However, all of a sudden, an enormous pressure swiftly descended from the sky...

She is different in my eyes. Fatima, what did you do to me? Why do I feel this way? What are you doing to me? *** FATIMA'S P.O.V The sky is very dark now. The clouds above are thick. It's seven o'clock in the evening. Fritz and I are sitting here in a sky viewing place on the mountain that is only ten minutes away from the city. There are only a few people here so not much noise can be heard around. We both ignored the cold wind hitting our skins.

I looked back up at the ceiling, willing the presence of the Goddess herself to calm my racing heart when I noticed one of the skylights seemed to blur. “What the–” “Oh, that?” Mistra said, following my gaze. “There’s a lake on the top of the surface of those three skylights,” she said pointing, her cozy, knowledgeable smugness a bit too much for me to bear. “There’s a waterfall not too far away.” “Are we really that far underground?” Mistra gawked at me. “Were you not paying attention on the way down here?” “Someone was hogging the flashlight,” I muttered.

meteors are raining down people are dying and there's this one guy who is currently sitting on the floor staring at the sky "n..no way why? my family, my friends why?" suddenly there's a someone standing behind him " wait somethings not right here" as he turns to look behind him he's suddenly picked up and smoothered in a hug . "master!, master!, I found you ". " wait what ? who are you and what do you have to do with me ? and let me go"

"Your highness would you please take a look at these documents regarding the wages of the workers ?" said the manager . "Leave it on my desk . I'll take a look at it later and inform you after three hours. " said Sky . "Thank you your highness ! " said the manager and closed the door then left . After the manager left Sky took a look at the city . His room was a royal suite with the best view of the city . "This view is nice ! I better go an have some fresh air outside . This pile of work doesn't seem to come to an end and on top of that I haven't found Iris yet . Once I catch her she's dead meat . " said Sky .

The cold rain lashed against my face, yet I felt not the slightest trace of chill. I had just taken out my phone when Charlotte O'Brien's call came through. Seeing the words "Her Majesty" on the screen, a wave of nausea rose in my throat. I accepted the call. Charlotte's voice was as cold and unwavering as ever, as though the woman who had just been flirting at 30,000 feet was someone else entirely. "I want a brand-new pair of Givchi black stockings. Have them delivered to the aircraft in ten minutes," she ordered.

My body trembled all over. I couldn't believe there was such an unreasonable man. Owen paused, then softened. "Don't cry, babe. Do you want to see me? I can come find you right now." I opened my mouth, but no sound came out. A gust of cold wind blew over to the balcony. It swept across my face, cooling the tears that had just fallen. I felt like a complete joke. In the end, only one word came out, rough and dry. "No."

Matteo walks up behind us, rubbing sleep out of his eyes. “Please tell me I’m hallucinating.” Ezra doesn’t answer. Because above the city skyline, a shadow is forming. At first it looks like a storm cloud. Then the sunlight shifts. And the shape becomes clear. Not a ship. Not exactly. More like a floating structure made of smooth black stone, several hundred meters wide, hovering silently above the city. No engines. No lights. Just a massive geometric shape suspended in the sky. Matteo stares. “…Okay.”

The light of the dying sun hit the sky and didn't scatter; it reflected, bouncing from cloud to cloud until the entire firmament was a blinding, silver dome. She could see the city reflected in the sky. She could see herself—a tiny, golden speck standing on a balcony of glass. And then, she saw the others. Thousands of Mirror Walkers were appearing in the sky, their silver forms standing upside down on the clouds, looking down at the district like predators watching a cage. At their center stood Subject Zero, her arms outstretched, her voice a choral resonance that drowned out the wind.