Marshall X Skye Novels & Stories

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."

My dad reject his obsession so much but it was too late. "Umm hi good morning. Is Mr. Grey available for today?" I said at the front desk officer "Who are you ma'am ? Do you have any appointment with him?" she asked "T-Tyra Louise Gre..." I was so hesitant to speak but I remember what Matt told me. " I'm Tyra Louise Skyler and I'm his..." I was so nervous. " Umm Mr. Grey ordered in our restaurant. I'm here for his delivery." I show her the piles of plastic container.

A sigh escaped Skye’s mouth as she turned back around, just in time for the door opened and out came Hakan’s parents and hers, as well as her twin whose eyes instantly went to her twin before wandering over to the man behind her. “Ah Hakan and Skye, good thing that both of you are here. It has been decided, you will both get married to each other!” Hakan’s mother, Agatha, exclaimed in enthusiasm whilst clapping her hand, not noticing how the younger woman’s shoulders dropped but a fake smile was still plastered on Skye’s face.

The owner of the voice crouched beside me, her icy gaze meeting mine. It was her...the woman who'd pinned me to Alpha Daxton's desk the day I'd attempted to stab him with the ashthorne knife. Skye. "H-how can you tell?" I choked out, and she silently grabbed one of Maya's hands and examined her fingers. "She's not in any immediate danger, but if she doesn't get the antidote, she's going to die soon." My heart plummeted into my stomach, terror gripping me.

“That beef of a man who did a better scene than those girls on America's Next Top Model was the Mark of your teenage years?” “Yes.” “That one was the one who hid his cock in your pussy and almost showed it in your mouth?” “Elizabeth Mill!” I shouted shocked looking everywhere in the meeting room, hoping that no one had heard us, but only the two of us had remained in the place since they left us here fifteen minutes ago. “Yes, or no?” “Yes... Kind of.” “So, I keep the same answer: Nicholas Spark.” she shrugged before going to the windows to admire the wonderful view of the Hudson River.