Purity Skyler Mason Novels & Stories

A sudden ringing shrouded my head, memories of what happened that day came flooded ng in like a movie that I'm forced to see. "W-why do you need to know that?" My voice trembled. "Because your should not have survived that accident," he said, making my brows furrow. "Who are you? God? You think you can play life and death with me?" I gave out a mocking laugh, not happy with where he was going with this conversation. "Skye is a phoenix, her soul was trapped in their sanctuary for a year, and all of a sudden it disappeared exactly four years ago. The same day you and your family suffered that car accident," he said, and the realization hit me.

Various thoughts were running through Skyler's mind as she looked out of the window. She was sitting in the car with Mason beside her, who kept ignoring her as he pressed his phone. Skyler turned from the window to peep at him again. Is he really from the Delgado family? If yes then who was he because she has seen Jacob and Hudson and also the youngest grandson, Carson. Was there another one she didn't know about or maybe he was just bearing the last name? He can't possibly be the ‘Mason Delgado’ everyone was looking for.

Chapter 7 Mason'sPOV After a long search, I've finally been able to get the place Skylar lives. I heard her parents passed away so she's no longer a rich girl. I heard she lives in her parents house with her lite sister. I'm sure she wouldn't hesitate to say yes to me once I ask her out because she needs a helping hand now. I would have gone to her house first thing tomorrow morning but the winner of the contract will be decided tomorrow so I will see her in the evening after work.

He then looks past me at Elijah and says. "I guess now that we are not scaring the hell out of our mate, how about I introduce you to her!?!" "Skyler, my dear!" He brings his hand up and kisses the back of my hand, making me shiver as more intense sparks race up my arm, "This here is Elijah Mason, one of my slightly younger brothers. Elijah, this is Skyler Jackson. I found her and brought her back with me from my visit to the Midnight Lake Pack yesterday." "Oh! How did that go? Was the Alliance and protection diameters updated and resigned?"

Max coughed lightly while looking at them. "What are you waiting for?", Elliot asked angrily. "Sorry Sir", Max said and left hurriedly. Elliot asked Sky to sit down. "What's going on Sky?", he asked seriously while looking at her. "My boss asked me to take your case", Sky said lightly. "Do you mean, Mr. Riddle?", Elliot asked. "Yes", Sky said. "How do you know him?", he asked with a slight frown. "He was my senior at the law college", Sky told him truthfully.

Sky Wilson is the NHL’s unbreakable “Ice Wall”—the goalie who never cracks, never fails, and never lets anyone see behind the mask. Until a public panic attack during a championship game shatters his reputation and puts his starting position at risk. Forced into mandatory therapy with the team’s brilliant new sports psychologist, Dr. Amira Frank, Sky expects another person trying to fix him. He doesn’t expect the only woman who sees the man behind the Wall… and refuses to look away. As the playoffs approach and someone inside the organization leaks his private struggles, Sky must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save his career—and whether the one person who can help him is the on

The bag had been with him for years, and I knew every compartment better than he did. When I unzipped the innermost pocket, my fingers brushed a small velvet box. It wasn't his. Inside was a custom solo wings pin, with an engraving on the back. "For Lark's first solo." Beneath the words was a date. Three days ago. Under the pin sat a flight school tuition receipt. The payer was Ethan. The student was Skyler Hayes. Below that was a printed photograph. Skyler was in the left seat of a small training aircraft, her hand on the control yoke. Ethan sat on the right, his black-gloved hand resting over hers, his head tilted slightly toward her.

I was so screwed. Mason’s hand slid down and boldly cupped my bare pussy under the robe. Two thick fingers slid through my drenched folds, spreading my wetness. "Fuck, Skyler," he groaned, voice strained with lust. "You’re absolutely soaked. This greedy little cunt remembers me, doesn’t it?" I moaned brokenly, my hips jerking forward against his hand before I could stop myself. This was so wrong. So dangerous. So incredibly hot. And I had no idea how I was going to survive the next two months without completely losing myself to my forbidden stepbrother.

Skylar's POV 1:00 am. My parents were sound asleep in their room. Chicken was sound asleep in my room, curled up on my bed. The moon was up in the night sky, glowing brightly. And I, Skylar Anderson, was dressed up in a black T-shirt and jeans, my favourite denim jacket, and some butt-kicking motorcycle boots. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I kind of resembled those actors in gangster movies. I looked like one of those sketchy dudes lurking around the creepy alleyways of New York city, having anything but good intentions.

“What’s going on, Blake?” “I’m building a house for… my family to live in. All of us. Marianna, me, her mom.” My chest tightens. “And Skye. I bought a plot of land on the other side of the lake, in Old Moonrise. It’s quiet there. I figured, for a kid her age, she’d…. With powers like hers, she’ll like the quiet–” Mom rises, her face washed in shock. “Who’s Skye?” “Your granddaughter,” I answer. My mouth feels impossibly dry. “She’s seven. She’s… she’s like us, Mom. A Mystic. A powerful one–”