Cirrus X Skylar Novels & Stories

From time to time, our eyes met, and his grey ones would pry into my hazel eyes. The worst part was that Emma even caught sight of me, and her piercing glare was also on me. It got difficult for me to breathe, and my throat was uncomfortable. Skyler kept giving me commentary on different pieces but I could hardly listen. "Van Diaz and Blue's Secret is a good matchup. I should do something similar with Arcrest. It is painful to admit it but Xander is a genius when it comes to business and investments." Skyler said with a bitter tone. "Can you excuse me? I want to use the ladies' room quickly." I suddenly mentioned which Skyler didn't expect. This place was getting stuffy. I needed to take a b

he said. The silence that followed after was deafening. I expected nothing less, but a small part of me had just hoped that maybe, they would be welcome to the idea of choosing me over Sabrina since I was his actual mate. But I was wrong, very wrong. “Did I stutter?” Xander must have noticed the situation of things and swooped in immediately. “From today onwards, Kieran is the new Luna of our pack and you will all treat her with the respect she deserves”

R H Y K E R My eyes are drawn to the sunset laying down in the sky as I smoke my electronic cigarette, I fell on the couch with my arm supporting my head while closing my eyes shut in order to breathe in peace and silence outside of the hospital garden, with colourful flowers and fountain. My mind went to the woman who captivated me, taking me to her body. Just the thought of her wearing a white blouse, hair up for work, her glasses on to see well since she's far-sighted and those full pink lips begging me to destroy, branding them with my mouth. Fuck. She's lovely and didn't change after all, except her hair and the butterfly tattoo on the other side of her neck. The butterfly tattoo suited

"Scars are not just a sign of a life well- lived, but one's scars show that this person is a survivor. That they are stronger than whatever life could throw at them. So don't you ever think that the scars you carry because of your past make you any less worthy, instead, they indicate that you should be celebrated even more! And as for your capabilities as Luna, I have seen firsthand that you are empathetic and emotional without being timid or self- indulgent. At the same time, you are resilient and strong without being cold and unfeeling. It is a delicate balance that you somehow maintain effortlessly, and I have experienced recently that you don't mind breaking the rules for the sake of som

Taelin- Dropping the daggers I held, I looked over my shoulder to the building where Ryan and Julian were. Then I looked at Sara who was still standing there as if she was too shocked to move. Moving my attention to Ryker, he looked torn on what to do.

But her aura and magic said she pointed her out as a white I shrugged in answer. Nub reached into her scarf and pulled out a gleaming silver hairpin. The hairpin grew into a long spear before my eyes, and Nub detached it into two in one swift motion. The first part was in the shape of a scythe, curved, while the second has a pointed end and its tip sharp. I gasped, eyeing the weapons with awe and lust. I wanted something like this too, and it looked just as impressive as the silver broadsword I saw in Thabiti’s some minutes ago.

“Who… are you?” Skylar smoothed the woman’s matted hair, offering a small, beautiful smile—one that carried both promise and deadly certainty. “I am Skylar Vance. You can call me Skye. I am here to rescue you. We are leaving, together.” We are leaving, together. It was the same promise Clara had made to her all those years ago. Spoken now by Skylar, it resonated with a mature, unflinching resolution.

Murphy? Skylar was really a social climber, wasn't she? It was so disgusting to be like that. Sienna was left out in the cold when Connor was chatting with the elders, so she just left and came over to Mrs. Murphy. There were a few ladies surrounding Mrs. Murphy. They all liked Skylar's evening gown very much and were discussing excitedly on some fashion topics. Mrs. Murphy introduced, "Skylar is a senior fashion designer. Her shop is called as Kriwa. If you want to customize some clothes, you can go to her shop and have a try. It will definitely not disappoint you."

No matter what, he deserved to be thanked for helping them out. "You're welcome! I'm only doing what's right," Skylar said with a smile. Then, he walked toward her and extended his hands. "You must be the legendary Goddess of the Great East, Miss Debra Gable, right? My name is Skylar Blanc, and I only joined the world of cultivators yesterday. I'm looking forward to working with you in the future." Up close, she was even more beautiful than he could ever have imagined. "It's nice to meet you," Debra said with a smile as she shook his hand. Then, she gracefully stood by Darryl's side. She made sure to be polite with Skylar even though she could not stand the way his eyes were roaming over her

he replied, and I was puzzled, not fully grasping what he meant by that. “What do you mean by that?” I asked. “The design you debuted with, that was the design you had sketched in one of your notes,” he explained, and I was still confused. He then looked at me. “The first day you came to our house, a paper dropped from your bag, and I picked it up and saw the design, it’s quite rare with a ‘KY’ on it, which drew my attention, so I kept it. Later, when I saw the design again, I learned it was from a new designer named Kyrie who had just debuted. I was initially baffled because the Skylar eyes I knew was different from this Kyrie on TV. Then I thought she might be wearing contacts lenses, but