Marshall X Skye Novels & Stories

Sky then continued her questioning. Expanding on the given context: Sky's revelation about her arranged marriage to Arthur Blackstone shocked her friends, Gale and Geoffrey. They were taken aback by her unexpected statement and couldn't help but wonder why this had come up all of a sudden. Gale, concerned for Sky, asked her gently, "Darling, why? What's going on?" Sky redirected her focus and shook her head, requesting, "Please, let me ask them first." She knew that her grandparents, Geoffrey and Suzanna, held crucial information about the circumstances surrounding her engagement to Arthur Blackstone.

Sophie's POV Katherine called on a Tuesday evening while I was at Tio's, and I put her on speaker because that felt like the kind of conversation he should be part of. We are doing the trip, Katherine said, without preamble. I have found us something perfect. Private cabin, two hours out of the city, pool, chef, full staff, lake view. Available this weekend if we move quickly. I looked at Tio across the kitchen counter. He raised an eyebrow.

"Excuse me! Not everyone has the same Destiny as you, to be rejected! I am definitely Paul's mate, it's just that he hasn't realised it yet. Because anyway, I had to leave the party early last night and didn't get the chance to meet him properly. Anyhow, you absolutely do not need to worry about me- I am sure he will realise it soon enough, just worry about yourself! With a face that ugly, I am sure anyone would be horrified to find you as their mate, and that is even before that horrifying scar of yours. Yes, Lexie, don't think that just because I had left the pack early, I don't know your secrets!" ***

*Skye* “Well done”. Marsden exclaims, his green eyes twinkling with mischief. “I think we can say you clearly won this round Mrs Sinclair and put my son in his place. Bravo!” “Thanks, but please call me Skye”. While Being sassy with Ben seems to have won me some points with Marsden, it still takes everything in my to stop my hand from shaking as I hand him a cookie. Trembles run through me like a slow moving avalanche, and it isn’t just the understandable annoyance causing it. It is also this unexpected and very unwanted attraction to Ben that has every damned nerve ending standing in attention.

she whispered, her voice barely audible over the growing dim of the world around them. Before Alec could respond, a sudden weakness overcame Skye, causing her to sway unsteadily in her seat. Panic surged through Alec's veins as he reached out to steady her, his hands trembling with fear, the car shook violently since he got out of control on the steering wheel for a second, fortunately he was able to stop on time or they would have crashed. "Skye, what's wrong?" Alec's voice cracked with desperation as he gazed into her eyes. But as he looked upon her, Alec's heart clenched with dread as he noticed the rose petal mark on her chest glowing with an otherworldly light. Fear gripped him like a v

Skye commented softly, making Marcus frown from this comment. "You know, just because you helped the Dark Dwellers and recovered those missing girls doesn't mean you can belly up. You still have things to do until she comes back-" "I'm tired Marcus, just let me be" Skye interrupted softly, causing Marcus' frown to deepen. "So that's it? You're going to hide in the castle and sulk? We all know that you have been. Not once have you picked up a sword properly for years" Marcus folded his arms, he tilted his head to the left in disapproval.

Strangers who’d been listening. River stood, lifting her into a kiss. It was fierce, wet, alive. And when they pulled apart, the rain had finally stopped. ⸻ Back at The Story House that night, Marla met them at the door with suspiciously raised brows. “You’re soaked. Did you fall into the East River?” Skye laughed, hugging her close. “Something like that.” They didn’t announce the engagement—not right away. Skye wanted to hold it quietly, like a secret whispered between pages.

Before I spoke, judging by Skye's expression, she had probably forgotten I was a UCLA graduate. Besides, almost everyone who returned today, apart from current students and faculty, was an invited honorary alumnus. Someone without much fame, like me, must have looked like a gatecrasher. Skye spoke with the typical arrogance of the Atkinson family. "Austin wants your cooking. I'll have someone drop him off at your and Archer's place tomorrow." Austin was Skye's son. He was a year older than Trista and had inherited his mate's rebellious nature. I knew Skye and her mate's scents had repelled each other for years.

My blood boiled in my veins. I opened the door to the dressing room forcefully. Tears were streaming down my face as I looked at him. “Filthy? Slave? That’s what you really think of me!?” “Isn’t that what you are?” His reply was so cold it stunned me. “You were a fool to think that I would ever mate with you, even if the Moon Goddess fated it.” I blinked. What? “I reject you, Skye. I, Alex Wilder, reject you as my mate.”

Whatever was coming, we were ready for it. Maude's penetrating gaze softened as the topic shifted from war to mates. The old woman had a soft spot for love, and even in her old age, she cherished the bond of a mate like it was a sacred treasure. "And what about your mate, dear?" Maude asked, a teasing glint in her eyes. "That human girl, Skye, was it?" I couldn't help but chuckle at her tone, but my heart fluttered at the mention of Skye. "Yes, Skye. She's... she's something else, Maude."