Justine Skye Age Novels & Stories

I shook my head to get rid of this feeling I had which I couldn't describe, but it was a bad feeling. “Well, how old was she when all that was happening?” I inquired and Hunter suddenly bowed his head. The bowing of their head made me figure out that Skye must have been very young when all that happened. “She found out about the baby when she was fifteen, however, she was only eleven when she lost her Mom and her father shortly followed after that same year” I heard Hunter murmur and my heart sank. “Wait, she was so young, she didn't deserve any of that,” I wiped the tears that finally escaped from my eyes, sniffing. I was fourteen when I lost my parents, three years older than Skye but I mu

For the first time since she arrived, Mei revealed the tenderness she always tries not to show her daughter. Grasping her words, Xander was stupefied. He can't believe he doesn't know Skye's birthday. While everyone was trying to grasp what they just knew, Skye was reflective. "Oh, yeah. It's my birthday" She grins while she turns to Xander. "I turned twenty-eight today" she added with a smile. "Oh, Skye. I'm sorry..." Lexie was utmost embarrassed as she panicked. Lucien has to hug her to calm her.

She said, making me smirk. “Yup, she is,” I replied back as Kataleya shook her head. “Sky, you can’t keep eyeing up everyone.” She whispers as if someone might hear. “How old is she?” Skyla asked, raising her eyebrows suggestively, making me snicker. “Too old for you. Turn eighteen first. Plus, I don’t think she’s into girls.” I pointed out. Skyla shrugged, dropping onto her stomach.

||" Kristen Stewart and Damien Troy "|| "Come on Kristen, it's your birthday and you still holding on so stiff, why not just let yourself go and have fun," Sky pouts cutesy, "Pretty darling, please just this once," "You drunk silly fellow, you keep bugging me for drinks but yet, you can't hold your alcohol," I teased, looking around the bar. It was an exotic bar situated in the middle of the city, Sky dragged me here after so much resistance to celebrate my birthday.

The red light was invisible, but in my mind, it was a beckoning eye, waiting for her to blink. "You know," Skye said, her voice becoming airy, almost giddy from the wine and the attention. "I’ve been waiting for this moment since I was sixteen years old. It feels surreal to finally be sitting across from you without the guards. We were so young, but they were always everywhere, and trust me I understood how much the Riders needed protection." I raised an eyebrow, leaning in as if she were telling me the world’s most delicious secret. "Sixteen? You’ve been tracking me that long?"

Still, it had surprised Julian when Skye had helped him clean up after his wounds and told him, in quote, "never cry for a woman. It makes them feel like they have certain power over you. That's what they all want anyway. To make men worship them, but we don't worship them. We make them think that's what we're doing, then we fuck them, then get rid of them. But on your girlfriend's part, there was no way she could have resisted... All of THIS." Skye was never in one place, but when he found himself in Raester, he spent his time at Jules place. He was the first person he could call a 'friend' though they both spent their times together in clubs and returning back to Julian's house with a woma

I smiled and she laughed. “Anyways, I thought you should know, today is Skye’s birthday. I could have visited but you know.” “She was probably still sleeping when I left, does she have any plans?” “Nah this time she just wants to have her privacy. After the whole incident with Sebastian, she thinks it’s best that she continues to maintain a low profile.” I hummed in response. “I feel bad. Skye is the loud one and when it comes to birthdays, the town must be painted red. So I wanna ask a favor—“

“They're not even your age, Kye.” “Exactly!” she exclaimed, hands in the air like she’d just dropped a mic. “I want friends who don’t wear high heels for brunch. I want a bestie I can share secrets and Skittles with. Someone who won’t judge me for binge-watching cartoons. I want to a living model for my future children. Think about them, Bob!” He crossed his arms. “So your future daughter’s going to be fangirling over boys and writing love letters?” Kye rolled her eyes. “That’s all you got from my speech?”

I said, with a wry smile. “Immortality comes at a price,” she said, her eyes glazed over. Then she blinked, the green of her irises sparkling in the warm light, like a summer leaf held up to the sun. “How old are you, really?” Was her next question, which she punctuated with a sip of her tea. I had to count on my fingers to work out it, much to both Skye and Rowan’s amusement. “Um… Twenty-one, technically.” “So you aren’t old, then.”

Twenty years after the war with Viktor, Aria stood in the same ceremonial grounds where her grandmother had been marked. Another eclipse. Another blood-red moon. But this time, Aria was not hoping for the mark. She was sixty-two years old. Long past the age when the Moon Goddess chose mates. Instead, she watched her daughter. Skye Nightshade. Twenty-five years old. Beautiful. Powerful. And completely uninterested in the Midnight's Mark. "I do not need a magical bond to find worth," Skye had told her mother repeatedly. "I will choose my own mate. When I am ready."