Skye And Everest Novels & Stories

River threatened him and I couldn’t help but snicker at these two. It was good to have them both back together in one room, amidst the completely surprising circumstances. “Anyways, hi. Nice to meet you, Eva. I’m Skye, this doofus’ younger brother. I’m glad to see that he’s gotten himself a nice mate. Funny, actually, because I also have some big news.” Skye suddenly opened up and somehow the formation of those sentences made me think that he was going to say he— “I found my mate, too!”

But then I notice Skye tentatively approaching Posey, her eyes shining a brighter violet than they normally do. Posey watches her like she’s being stalked by something threatening, and for a moment, I wonder if I should intervene, to rein the powerful little girl in by calling out her name and mentioning that her great-grandfather is willing to make her another complicated pancake, possibly in the shape of the elusive Solstice Wolf, which would undoubtedly chap Isaac’s ass, but then Skye reaches out and runs her fingers over the leather satchel draped over Posey’s shoulder. “Do you want to see it?” Posey asks, her forest-green eyes taking in Skye’s dark hair and high cheekbones. Skye nods ex

Skye and I finished taking a bath, and now we're heading towards the 5th floor to grab something to eat before we go back to New York. Skye and I finished eating our dessert and it was time for us to go back to New York. The others are already back in New York, and now we're here in Skye's helicopter, going to New York. I'm sitting at Skye's lap, savoring ger soft and comfortable body. Then I heard Skye speak. "My sweet do you know why I always say that you deserve to be treated like a queen??" Skye said, lacing her hands into mine.

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."

She always did have a little crush on me. I didn’t want to mate with a lower-ranked she-wolf of course, but in that moment, I saw an opportunity. I was going to use Skye to make Eliana jealous. Skye and I had always had a special friendship since we were little and I could remember times when Eliana had been jealous of my closeness to her so I knew that it would be easy.

The morning air was crisp and cool, carrying that scent of pine and damp earth as I stood at the edge of the pack's territory. The sky was tinted in soft blue and gold, a beautiful day, yet there was nothing beautiful about this scene. Skyla stood in front of me, her partner, Eros, beside her, his arm around her waist in a shielding manner. They were all packed up and their bags loaded into one of the waiting cars. The time for separation had come.

Skye's POV The night passed in a blur of stolen laughter, twinkling lights, and Eva’s constant nudges and whispers that made me giggle like a girl I barely recognized. It was the kind of laughter that bubbled up unexpectedly, free and light, untouched by fear or shame. For a few hours, I wasn’t the omega sweeping crumbs under the rug—I was just Skye, in a dress that shimmered and spun, twirling under the golden glow of fairy lights.

Lia settled into the bleachers, her heart racing with excitement as she watched the boys compete on the ice. Tyler stood out, gliding effortlessly across the rink with a grace that left her in awe. It was as if he had been destined to play hockey from the moment he could skate. With each swift movement, he danced around his opponents, demonstrating a skill that took both Lia and the crowd by surprise, especially when he outmaneuvered Asher, a player known to be the king of hockey in Crestwood.

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.

Amid a sea of scrutinizing gazes, I walked away without looking back once. Charlotte stood frozen, her eyes fixed on her empty hand and my cold, resolute back. An unprecedented surge of panic and despair seized her heart. The kite she believed she could hold onto forever had broken free from its string. However, I was not a drifting kite; I had always been an eagle soaring above the clouds, though I had once chosen to lower myself in the name of love.