House Of Sky And Breath นิยาย & เรื่องราว

"If I show you all my demons and we dive into the deep end and crash and burn like every time before. I would tell you all my secrets, wrap your arms around my weakness. If the only other option's letting go." "I'll stay Vulnerable." - Selena Gomez ●●● "BABY WE ARE HERE, WAKE UP." I stir and slowly open my eyes to a smiling Christian stroking my hair. I find myself still in his lap. "Good morning."

Kole. "Sit here." Sky is still heating the water for Dr. Kole and washing one cup. If the cup could speak then he would say thank you Doctor I've been washed by the master after a long time of sitting here in the sink full of cockroaches and molds. "You can call me Kole, Sky." Kole once again smiled at him. "I'll call you doctor." Sky flatly responded. "Ok. Do you have bread? I haven't eaten yet." Well, bread is the only thing that keeps Sky alive. Sometimes, his mother brings him food or his cousin's. They only brought him food and quickly leave. They can't touch anything in the house or Sky won't allow them in again.

Skyla got frozen on feeling how intense his heart was, with what intensity his heart was throbbing. Through her slightly ajar mouth, Skyla was busy drawing in long breaths. The atmosphere that was earlier filled with their wet sounds and seductive moans had got tense with their loud, raggy breaths audible. While Skyla's breaths were gruffly audible because of the fear that was induced into her feeble system while Lucas' breaths were rough, tough and so frequent that Skyla was shocked as to what was happening to her. Skyla's breaths were powered by fear and Lucas' breaths were powered by anger.

My eyes and hair are some of my insecurities, which I inherited from my trash father. My mom is so beautiful, she wears beautiful black hair and dark eyes, which Silas inherited. My mother and brother are both dead. It still stings inside my chest, but I was trying to forget all the painful memory this past few years but every time I tries, memories will flash in my head, repeatedly hunting me.

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

“Who gave them the right to act so brazenly? Who gave them the nerve?” Her voice echoes through the room, raw and jagged, like something breaking beyond repair. For a moment, all I can hear is her breathing—uneven, sharp, struggling to keep up with the storm she just unleashed. I don’t move. I don’t interrupt. Because this… this isn’t something you step into. This is something you stand through. Her shoulders shake as she drags in another breath, her fingers curling into fists at her sides like she’s holding herself together by force alone.

“What are you doing?!” Susan appeared suddenly, eyes wide as she spotted the flames. She shoved me hard. The brazier tipped, burning coals scattering across the ground. One landed on my arm with a searing hiss. “Ah!” I gasped, clutching the red welt blistering on my skin. “Those are my things, aren’t they?!” she accused, her voice shrill with triumph. “You don’t want me here, just say it! Why burn my things?” “What’s happening?” Henry’s voice thundered down the hall. He rushed in—only to shield Susan behind him first. “Are you hurt?”

His breath stank of cigarettes. "Let me go!" I gagged, struggling hard. The next second, the guy flew two feet back, passing out with a grunt. A familiar, cool scent hit me as someone helped me up. I looked up to see a handsome face, and tears poured out. "You left the party early," he said, his voice deep and soothing. "I got worried and checked the surveillance. I'm sorry I'm late."

Zayden jerked his head up A car was stopped right in front of him. He tried to swerve, but the wet, icy road betrayed him. The tires lost grip. The steering wheel spun under his hands. The vehicle skidded across the slick pavement Then everything flipped. Metal screamed. Glass shattered. The world turned upside down. And then... Silence. Cold. Dark. The snow outside continued falling, calm and steady… as his crumpled car lay still on the side of the road. *****

This was clearly the welcome of a primary consort. I smiled a bitter smile. Yet my chest no longer ached with that sour, painful feeling. My gaze slowly grew dim and lifeless. In the empty rear courtyard, I stood in plain black clothes, completely out of place among the manor's festive cheer. In the biting cold wind, my body grew lighter and lighter, slowly turning transparent. Then I dissolved into the wind and rode it away. … In the bitter cold of that winter night, thunder suddenly crashed, and a torrential downpour began.