Montana Skies Book Novels & Stories

Jack stood there, his emotions swinging wildly from deep sadness to elation, his heart on an emotional roller coaster. He held back this time, realizing that Hannah's relentless behavior would only leave her more deeply wounded. All he needed to do was offer her a warm shoulder when the dust settled, and everything would be alright. As the helicopter faded from Hannah's sight, the dying echo of its blades pounded in her chest like distant thunder. Eventually, she could not stand it anymore and just crumbled.

She squinted her eyes. *gasp*... A person? Damn is that another? She asked as her eyes widened. She pointed at them in the sky. They were moving incredibly fast. She saw flashes of lights from the figures in the sky. A bright light was going from one towards the other while the other person dodged and raised a counter attack, sending a red beam of light. It was like watching a movie for Mia. Everything seemed so when she suddenly realized that they were fighting. Right above her head a fight was going on. She couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Just get away from everything and everyone, and live a simple life. The animals on the prairies and the waterfalls in the valleys we passed by are something else. The peaceful scenery and my daydreaming of a life so far from mine lulled me to sleep. I wake up to the sound of heavy rain. Mr. Cane’s windshield is on overdrive trying to wipe away what seems to be buckets of water poured over the front of the car. How long was I asleep? The dark clouds and thunder in the distance of the Portland sky are a stark contrast to the sky-blue and fluffy clouds of Montana.

Getting away from Montana's hold. “Roland, stop,” she cuts him off sharply, then looks back at me. “Go ahead,” I say. Her face visibly relaxes at my permission, and she immediately drags him away. Montana reaches out to grab him. "I’d advise against that, Montana.” AUTHOR'S NOTE: Yeah. The chapter title is MamaSantos reaction. Lol. It's Sunday. See you all after service. Till then, I hope this keeps your interest high.

The air was crisp, Tif could see her breath as she breathed out. Shrugging her shoulders against the cold minus 3 degrees of a normal Montana January morning, she shivered just thinking of it. She looked up only four blocks from her dorms to the cafeteria but it felt like a mile. Who had told her Montana would be a good idea? She couldn’t remember now. Another shiver as she pulled her book bag up onto her shoulder and trudged along.

Alpha Jasper West, a high-strung rodeo enthusiast, is enjoying his life and winning big as a bull and bronc rider in the lower states of the US. However, he receives an urgent call to return home to Montana and the Medicine Rock Pack. Before he can leave New Mexico, he unexpectedly meets his mate, Lianna Baca, who’s a barrel racer. Despite his urgency to reach home, Jasper decides to take Lianna and her horse along with him on the journey back home to Montana.

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My eyes, still bronze, caught the dull light of the sky, but behind them, a deep, silent fire was burning. "I am Skye," I said, my voice quiet, but carrying the weight of the mountain beneath our feet. "And I don't yield."