Prapai And Sky Novels & Stories

This is our group’s spot for practices, making assignments or projects and for relaxing. There’s a bench that can fit all of us though we often prefer to sit on the ground covered with green grasses. The trees are surrounding the whole place that made it look more relaxing. It’s filled with fresh air in here. Teagan sat on the ground and Yukira laid on his lap. Yunho wrapped his arm around Unira. Their actions made Scarlet and I vomit. “Ew, gross,” Scarlet commented and act as if she’s about to vomit. “Yeah, I don’t want to look at them,” I laughed.

’ Thoughts like this ease his pain every time his father would degrade him as if he was not his child but a mere tool used to destroy the powerhouse of the Nether World. Apollo Sky was about to stand when he saw a couple of looming shadows along with their gigantic white- feathered wings landing onto the wide landing strip were nothing but a fountain was placed. Straightening his back and clenching the knees using his trembling hands made him cough to ease the clog in his throat.

A planet on the verge of death. Somewhere in the middle of the sky's troposphere, a giant stone altar was floating in the air. While 10 giant earthen tower-like structures were also lingering and levitating around the altar in the decagonal shape. The towers and altar were brutally disfigured and looked ancient. They were distinguishable from the normal huge rocks.

Two months have passed, and all seems well. Sky now resides in a cottage by the coastline, while Zion remains with the Blue-Sky Pack. They have mated and now live with their three children, a two-year-old twin girl and boy, and also a one-year-old boy. The twins are Krystal, after Sky's late best friend, and Case, a name chosen spontaneously. Their youngest son is named Anthony, in memory of her second chance mate.

Nick~ Harley and I walk with Lauren and Cass to the water's edge. The sky over the lake is a deep shade of purple with puffs of clouds here and there. Perfect beams dance on the waves from a bright yellow moon high in the veil. The Sauther mountains are now in full view; the black mounds stand bold against the plum sky bordering the lake. I've never seen anything like it! As far as you can see, the mountainside is lit with the soft glow of homes built on its ledges.

The sky was beautiful just as she wished for should I say better than that. The beautiful colour bomb clouds were sailing like a canvas purplish pink with a tint of yellowish orange at places. The sun was getting up, shining for the world indicating a new day, new mission cutting off the darkness. While Emma was floating in the sky merrily her body doing a flip flop with with gush of wind blowing making her weight like nothing. Her cheeks were jiggling with the air brush lightly and she squeals in excitement and enthusiasm.

Moon said in a dark tone, making Sky shiver in anticipation. “Promises. Promises”. Sky walked to the bathroom in a singing song tone but his cock twitched at the idea of being taken by Moon and yes, he couldn’t wait for it. ----- Tabby ----

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.

The runway was already beneath my feet. And the sky was already mine.

I realized, after walking on the empty, deserted road, that walking and crying was not a promising idea. The desolated path was shrouded by a dense canopy of towering trees, their branches interlacing like skeletal fingers reaching towards the heavens. The moon, hidden behind dark clouds, cast intermittent shadows that danced eerily along the uneven pavement. The chorus of chirping crickets filled the night air, their relentless symphony punctuated by the occasional croak of a frog from a nearby pond.