Cloud Girlfriends Novels & Stories

And at the far end of the land, nestled beneath willow trees, stood the nursery—a cozy, colorful building where pups played under the watchful eyes of caretakers. Each space was set apart, like organs of a living body, all beating for one heart: the pack house. As Knox’s car pulled to a stop before the main entrance, a small crowd gathered. Pack members. Curious eyes. Whispered words. Respectful nods. At the front of the group stood a tall, radiant woman with Knox’s dark eyes and a glowing smile that reached all the way to Lydia’s chest. Emily. She stepped forward and enveloped Lydia in a warm, firm hug. “Welcome to Blue Moon. You must be Lydia.”

"The garden with long strings of little bulbs hanging on its bushes, fell into silence after the party was over. The dew had already started to collect on the leaves and the guest house was put under darkness until the next time invitations were sent. Moon was at its zenith, and Collin stood beside a tree looking up in the sky. His mind wandered as he stood in the garden quietly.

It was Athena's turn to put the question. That is to say, Cloud abandoned me and pushed me away in order to be a genuine and committed boyfriend to Athena, only to be rejected by her. After that, no one knew what happened to him, and no one ever got any information about his whereabouts or anything like that, according to what I've heard the most recently. I was devastated when he left, and I've found myself scrolling through various social media platforms to see if Cloud has a profile or what has happened. It turns out that he had similarly isolated himself, pushed everyone away, and maintained the secrecy and confidentiality surrounding his deliberate disappearance....

said Leon. Claire followed Leon's steps towards the end of the hall where the waterfall completely covered the openings. "Are you ready?" asked Leon. "Ready," replied Claire. She opened the digital bag containing her utensils and took out a bottle of Notus wind. The bottle is still about a quarter full. Claire poured it down and suddenly the liquid formed a thick cloud floating several centimetres above the ground. "On three," said Claire. Leon nodded. "One, two, three!"

Amaris promises with a laugh. The girls change and head out together to the gym where Mr. Clark and Mrs. Bass bring the group out to the baseball field where they begin to split the students into two teams. Mr. Clark ran a very comprehensive and unusual gym class compared to most. He taught everything from basketball and baseball to cross country skiing and rock climbing, but everyone’s favorite by far was the ropes course and trail hiking.

The two buses stopped together at the mountainside. The two groups of people got off the bus confused, bewildered, and even panicked. Cloudridge Hill Villas! This was the most luxurious place in Cloud City, not to mention this was the mountainside. It was well known that this place was sold at an astronomical bid of over 80 million some time ago, and citizens of Cloud City were speculating as to who was the one who could afford it. They had never dreamed that they would one day be able to stand here!

Nora asked, looking at Kael. ​Kael was staring at a bottle of scotch on the new mahogany sideboard. He poured a glass, his hand steady. "We moved from a private server to a Public Cloud, Nora. In the Asylum, they wanted our data. In this world... they want our Meaning. They want to watch the 'God of War' grow old. They want to watch the 'Silver Heir' grow up. And they want to watch you..." ​"They want to watch me love," Nora finished, a bitter taste in her mouth.

He paused, then added, "For both of us." This was their first real conversation in three years—their first since the divorce. And this time, there was no anger, no blame. Just an honest goodbye. "Let’s part on good terms," he said at last. She remembered those same words from the day he had first left her, words she hadn’t understood then as she plotted to win him back. Only now did she grasp their meaning. The rain stopped. Allen closed his umbrella and walked toward the cemetery gates. "Let’s not see each other again," he said without turning back.

Above the stratosphere, the Gulfstream G700 tore through thick cumulonimbus clouds. Inside the first-class cabin, the temperature held steady at 22°C (72°F), regulated by the aircraft’s climate control. The executive assistant knelt, placing a tactical terminal in the center of the black walnut coffee table. A holographic projection shot up—a post-modern industrial ice-and-snow complex suspended in a stream of light. “Eden,” the assistant said, swiping to bring up the schematics. “A shelter facility at the Zero Coordinates. The Elder Council’s last stronghold. The only ventilation for the underground experiment chamber.”

Despite that, they had to do their best to satisfy the clients. “Right, keep an eye out for Ms. Cloud from Morn-Glo Group.” Karine smirked. “That businesswoman is great at everything but she’s allergic to peanuts. No peanuts whatsoever when you prepare her food.” “Okay, got it.” Cordelia went out with the name list. Although this was only her first day at work, she was orderly and meticulous in everything she did. Soon, she had set up the tea party venue completely. The guests came, and everything went on smoothly.