Marshall X Skye Novels & Stories

she choked out as she cried, her voice raw, pleading, the words spilling from a heart already fractured by grief, her eyes searching his for the warmth they had shared But then Marissa, her stepsister, who had sat silent as a shadow throughout the meal, stepped forward with deliberate movements. Her silken gown whispered against the floor as she reached Skye’s side, rising on her toes to press a lingering kiss to his cheek. With her lips curving in a smile that held no warmth, she slipped her arm through his, her fingers curling around his in a gesture that felt like a dagger to Scarlett’s chest. Skye’s face remained impassive, his storm-gray eyes avoiding hers, but he made no move to disent

She glances at Knox, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and just as she’s and just as he’s about to speak, she speaks instead. “I should go,” Skye mumbles, her voice barely audible. She doesn’t wait for a response, turning quickly and walking away. Her eyes are wet, refusing to let the tears fall as she hurries toward the hostel where she shared with Maya. When she reaches the hostel, Maya, her cousin, is sprawled on the couch, flipping through a magazine. She looks up as Skye steps inside, her brows lifting. “Hey, you okay?” Maya asks, sitting up straighter.

Yet, until departure, Adelaide only nodded and said, "Farewell." Skye forced a smile. "Take care." Mrs. Voss accompanied her as they descended the stone steps. Mrs. Voss, known for her bluntness, noticed Skye left empty-handed and asked, "Luna Skye, why didn't Adelaide give you a painting? You're her aunt." Skye's fir pheromones turned sour. The temporary mark on her neck broke out in red rashes. Her wolf claws dug into her palm, tearing the velvet skirt.

Ethan said. Steve thought he was exaggerating and smack his head. “Stop being overdramatic and spill the beans.” “Brother, don’t take it easy, it's really shocking. I bet you won’t believe it.” “Are you going to bring it on, or shall I leave.” “I have confirmed the news, our Sky is Skylar Harrison, whom you are searching desperately.” “Ethan, this is my last warning to you, don’t joke with me especially about Sky,” Steve said.

“I have no idea what you are referring to.” Nova opened his mouth for the third time, but Skye raised her hand. “See no evil, hear no evil,” she said dramatically. “In fact, I did not see anything. I was not even here. I just walked in and I am already walking back out the same way I came in.” She started moving backwards slowly toward the door, still talking. “I will be outside waiting for Brad. We have a lot to do and I will be spending the night at his place. You two have fun. Be safe. Use protection. Lock the door. Bye!”

But maybe it wouldn't be as easy as I imagined it would be to come here with a date I was attempting to disguise. Fortunately, after I was inside, they moved me to a location where I would be less obvious to others. I sat down and waited, running my fingers down the tablecloth's edge while I pondered the justification Skye had given her father for coming to see me. While the front door opened, I looked up as the background noise of talking and clinking plates resonated through my thoughts. Skye was standing there, looking extremely lovely in a short, sparkly red dress, shoes, and hair that fell about her shoulders. I raised my hand and rose up, approaching her at her seat to give her a cheek

she asked herself hemming a sigh of relief seeing the expression on Sky's face. " Okay, I will go get my bag," she said, " don't worry I can help you with that" she ran her heels in a hurry as if something was chasing her. Skylar arrived at the mansion in a cab. She draw money from her purse to pay the cab driver. " welcome madam" she smiled at the guard and pushed the door open. She dropped her bag on the couch and headed to the kitchen straight to the freezer. She grabbed a bottle of water, and she snapped her head towards the stairs with the bottle of water hanging in mid-air a little closer to her lips." It's not as if am leaving you" she heard the girlish voice approaching.

But at the moment, I’d much rather be involved with bringing down a werewolf-run drug running operation instead of a vampire-inflicted human homicide bordering pack lands. “Detective Fergeson, it’s nice to meet you. I’m sorry it has to be under these conditions.” I say, turning to shake his hand. “I’m Alpha Scarlett, the Alpha of the Crimson Snow Pack and these,” I point to Bree and Dax, “these are my Gamma and Lead Warrior, Bree and Dax.” Motioning to the others, I tell him, “this is Blake, Serafina, Theo and Conan, four more of my warriors. And this is Tasha and Channing, two of my trackers. Channing is the one who found the deceased.” I hear someone clearing their throat near me. “Oh, for

" Hey Marcus wait up " Mira called out smiling sheepishly as he approached her, Smiles beamed from Clara's cheeks as it burns red, She can not just think who is better in Jace and Marcus, Marcus has that brown eyes, Black curly hair with huge muscles which makes him super hot. Jace has similar body shape just like Marcus but the only difference is that he is blonde and Marcus is black haired, but both muscles are the same but Jace own looks bigger and intimidating to stop the attacks of Goons.

I gasped and looked up into his face, seeing his eyes fully for the first time, and gasped again. His eyes were Amber, a very dark shade, making me lost within it for a mini second as the combined scent of spring and winter hit me—a scent of newness which seemed somewhat sour. A hot burning feeling washed over me so heavy that it took my breath away. I wanted to jump into his arms, to let my body melt into his.