Marshall X Skye Novels & Stories

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.

"Why would I risk my own life like that?" "Mr. Sothisby has heard about this," Hector said quietly. My heart sank. My father believed them? Corbin took a deep breath. "Listen, Skylar. Promise me you won't pull anything outrageous again. Act like a normal woman, and I will marry you." I said nothing. Then I slowly lifted my head and met his gaze. "Deal." … Three days after I was discharged from the hospital, Sothisby & Co.'s founding anniversary arrived. It was also the day I had originally planned to announce my intention to marry Cyrus Brennan.

It was the last thing I could do for my best friend. "Gage has called for transport back to Greystone," I choked through the lump in my throat. "We can't stay here." "No," Skye said pulling herself to her feet and wiping the dirt from her eyes. An eerie calm washed over her. "No, I'm not leaving. Not without Maddox." "Skye..." "I won't leave. I'm bringing him home." "Skye, sweetheart..." Willow ventured. "I will not leave without Maddox." She shifted into her wolf and tore into the woods with her snout in the air.

he said to Harper and pulled her towards the table Scar and Skye sat. On getting there, Seb cleared his throat, “This is Scarlett, my P.A and Skye, a picky friend” was all he said. Hell was he saying those two were friends. Skye glared at him, but turned to Harper with a smile. What a charmer. Harper flashed them a smile and extended her hand to Scar and Skye for a handshake. “Hi Scarlett, Hi Skye. It’s nice to meet you two. I’m Harper, Seb’s fiancé”

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.

Even Skye was there, one hand resting on the swell of her own belly, smiling wide as Marcus finished the blessing and turned to us. "Kingston," he said, voice carrying easy through the room, "may you walk this life protected, and may your name carry the strength of the pack that welcomes you." Everyone clapped. Anaya laughed, wet-eyed, holding him up just slightly so the room could see his scrunched, unimpressed little face, and I felt something in my chest crack open in the best way. That's when Skye screamed. The sound cut through the applause like a blade. Every head turned. She was doubled over, one hand braced against the wall, the other clutching her stomach, water pooling at her feet.

Addison’s eyes go wide. “Certainly there’s nothing you need to say to him that you can’t say here in front of us,” Skye proclaims, setting his beer down. “You stole my Javan for the entire evening, and I’m quite bitter about it. I’ve had to wait all this time to tell him about my latest expedition, and now you’re interrupting again.” “Expedition?” Addison asks, blinking. “Yes. To the fish market. You youngsters of nowadays don’t know anything.”

"You have to drink up and loosen up. I know after this, you'll never attend a party ever till your death. So make the most of this one." Earl twirled the glass first before deciding to down the drink. The first one burned. The second went down smoother. By the third, he was already starting to feel it in his chest, the comforting warmth unraveling his focus. He loosened the first two buttons of his shirt, ignoring the faint spin in the room. Across the room, Skye twirled in front of the full-length mirror in the girls’ washroom. Her dress was a pale silver, off-shoulder, fitted like a second skin. Her makeup was perfect. Her confidence louder than the blazing red at the tip of her hair.