Sky In The Deep Novels & Stories

I whisper as I fall asleep. He chuckles lightly as his fingers still dance over my belly. "I love you, too, Marrallyn," he whispers against my neck. Christmas Eve morning is an overcast, dreary day with lots of snow falling. The light dusting of snow is very beautiful on the tree branches, especially the pine trees. I glance at Jason as I stand out of bed. He's still sleeping. Good. Now I can wrap his jacket and the baby clothes in a box for tomorrow. Shelbie is wrapping the gift from her and I. I wrap his present and as I was putting the silver bow on the top, I feel Jason's hand slide up my back into my hair where he scraps gently at my scalp.

Tarnished and wooden is this house, Old and rickety, the yard, sodden with black mud that sticks and itches like lice, dark and smelly, yet the sky is blue, pale blue, it is ours, ours, ours. Strife hath no shade and shame no tinge. Anger is crismon, and green is fun, but the sky is blue, pale blue, and it is ours, ours, ours, We make certain that the constellations are ours. Ours. Ours—Amanda.

” Mason ~”Oh was that you, I thought it was a figment of my imagination. Skye ~”Just get on the fucking boat.” In no time we off cruising into the open sea. Skye is standing at the tip of the end, with hands in the air and her hair blowing in the wind. She closes her eyes and she feels the wind race over her skin. She looks like a bird that is gliding through the sky. For a moment she feels free, the beauty of her smile melts my heart and that fear totally disappears. Damon ~”You know you the most beautiful woman in the world.”

The sky is colored in the shades of red, violet, and black, the sun is telling its goodbye for the day, and their room slowly turning dark. In that dozy evening, Rathi was standing before the mirror and examining her scar. It's still black in color but the pain is nowhere. The oil that Aadhiyan gave has really worked and she applies it gently on her rough-hard skin. Rathi felt like it's someone's else skin as it's so odd to touch it.

They look stupid. They have a musical band. And Bryce is the leader and drummer. Bryle is the electric guitarist, I know. And Christian is also a guitarist. I don’t know with this two men who’s busy watching on t.v. as far as I can remember their vocalist is… Kingston. But where is he? Why the hell I’m looking for him?! I just left them when my phone rang in the bag. I picked it up and looked at who had called. MONIQUE THE GREAT is calling…

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.

Doug/ /We need to get back now. Me/ /Alpha, look at the sky. Peadar/ /Shit, it looks like our Luna might be a tad upset. Niven/ /BACK TO THE PACK HOUSE NOW. ME/ Five of us broke off running full speed back to the pack house. The sky continued to darken as we grew closer. We tore through the rogues sliding to a stop as we reached the pack house. Fredrik was standing there beside Aerian as they held off the rogues. I let out a menacing growl when one of them lunged at her. I stood there mesmerized as I watched her nails turn into claws. Aerain dropped to the ground sliding under the rogue as he flew over her. Her nails raked along his soft underbelly disemboweling him as she went. He hit the g

"You still think Skye's just some regular programmer?" Edward's tone was sharp with disbelief. "She's a top-tier hacker I managed to bring back through old connections! Letting her date you back then was me doing you a favor." Julian froze for several seconds, stunned speechless. When he finally found his voice again, it was full of incredulity. "Her?!" "Yes, her!" Edward barked, his patience gone. "Skye was the best match I could've arranged for you, and look what you've done! You went and got another woman pregnant—what a disgrace!"

Now, tossed helplessly in the same icy depths, his thoughts blurred into that moment—my eyes, my voice, my final act of love. When he finally came to, the tide had washed him onto a strip of sand. Above him loomed several strangers—foreigners with guarded expressions. "Who are you? What are you doing here?" one of them demanded sharply in fluent Brunelan. Enzo struggled to sit up, his voice hoarse and broken. "I… I'm looking for Raina Arroway." Lifting his gaze, he spotted a cluster of white, futuristic buildings nearby—structures pulsing faintly with light, like something out of another world. And somehow, he knew he had found the right place.

she said to Kayla. Her hand went up again and this time the dark clouds in the sky rolled into one, converging at the point of her fingers. As soon as it touched her hand, it took the shape of a large spear which crackled with lightening. "Die, blood sucker." "Hmm!" Kayla cried, wiggling with all her strength. I closed my eyes. I have imagined my death far more times than I can count, yet I never imagined I would die by a spear. Mom...