Novel & Cerita Ava Skye

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.

I looked up to see who it was and I was left enthralled when I saw a beautiful woman with silvery white hair, and grey flecked eyes looking at me with a warm smile. Her smile was so tantalizing to look at as she slowly moved her mouth as she spoke to me. "I finally get to see you." She said with such a n enthralling voice, staring at me shyly which seemed to pull the strings of my heart. But wait, do I know her? Who was she? "My name is Skye, Skye Sullivan, and I officially own you now, Alec." She said, and her words kept ringing in my head. What did she say?

Let’s face this new challenge with healing in mind. *** The second I closed the apartment door, Skye’s voice greeted me. “Winter, my dear,” Skye screamed, like we were staying on a different floor. She was that loud. “How are you feeling now? Ah, what a silly question. I know you must be thrilled. I am so happy for you, you know.” “Thanks, Skye,” I replied curtly, without showing a hint of excitement while she was so full of energy, as if she was the one who found her mate. That made me wonder how exhilarated she would be once she found hers.

And to my editor and trusted friend, Chibuzor Victor Obih, for encouraging me with kind words even when the storm was too large for me to calm. The whole sky was the colour of her skin. Rainbow Rowell, Eleanor and park.