Skye Rubble Novels & Stories

Every instinct screams at me to turn back to the safety of the bridge. The canopies of the remaining pods suddenly open, exposing my companions still in hibernation, utterly unaware of the impending danger. The monitors have either malfunctioned, or this is a safety device. I force myself not to panic as my breathing becomes labored from the lack of oxygen. I have almost reached Beth. She stares up at me, and I can see relief in her eyes. There is no time to consider the consequences. I rip out her tubes and remove the restraints. Globular clusters of blood and fluid float upward to the widening fracture and disappear. Beth stretches out a hand, “Skye, help me,” she whispers.

Then, a sound —a soft, heart-wrenching sob —yet its source remained elusive. Maysie's heart fractured at the sound. She followed the trail of sorrow, her movements swift and resolute, until she discovered Skye, a forlorn figure crumpled behind an armchair, her tears a silent testament to her anguish upon the cold, unyielding floor. "Oh, Skye," Maysie breathed, her voice a whisper. She knelt beside her, her touch a whisper of solace, tenderly sweeping the hair from Skye's tear-streaked face.

“Are you alr—ight?” She turned to look me directly in the eye, and I felt like my lungs were being squeezed. I couldn’t breathe! But it did not last so long. And the color in her eyes, frighteningly red, returned to normal. I have admired the color of her purple eyes from the moment I saw her for the first time, but right now, it is even more beautiful in my eyes. I don’t want to see those red eyes ever again! “Gab! Stay away from that monster!” Skye yelled aloud. “We have to burn his body right here, right now!”

Mariam leaned on Saadiya for support as they both watched on as the people present threw handfuls of sand into the grave while reciting the verse; "We created you from it and return you to it and from it we will raise you a second time." Mariam's hands shook when it came to her turn to throw the hand full of sand into her friend's grave, she restrained herself and limited her grief to only crying although she just wanted to scream out her feelings. Immediately she was done, she left the grave site with Saadiya, unable to contain her emotions but Omar stayed until the end. He felt he owed Parvina at least this much.

Skye has been very persistent lately. I’m yet to confront her with the fact that I know what she tried to do. Or what she’s been trying to do. For the past few months, apart from her action of sabotaging Antonia’s meeting, Skye has also persistently done one thing. She’s turned my house into a minefield. Skye is very different from Antonia. She’s a different breed of human. I thought I liked her because she was different. Skye has always been spoiled and wilful, she’ll stop at nothing to get what she wants, and in my world those aren’t necessarily bad habits.

MEANWHILE – DEAN’S MANSION | SKYE'S ROOM Skye lay on her bed, her face buried in her pillow as soft sobs escaped her lips. Her friend, Paisley a white-skinned girl, sat beside her, gently rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. “Skye, please stop crying already. You’re going to make yourself sick,” Paisley murmured, concerned. “Leave me alone. How could he do that to me?” Skye’s voice trembled between her tears. “He ditched me and didn’t even bother to send a message since last night.”

"Look at you, all eager to please. You didn't even offer anything in return. Why would she help you out?" He then handed me a card. "I'm Daniel Jenkins. Here's a little something for our first meeting. ZenWave's beauty clinics are all part of my family business. With this card, you can enjoy unlimited visits." ZenWave was a well-known, high-end beauty clinic chain. A single visit there could cost tens of thousands of dollars. This gift was too generous. I didn't take the card, but Leon snatched it from Daniel's hand and stuffed it into mine.

Then, without another word, they silently stepped aside, letting me through. When I stepped forward, I finally saw how miserable Skylar looked. The makeup she had applied this morning was now smudged and covered in dust. Her once-shiny hair was a tangled mess, strands clinging to her face and falling over her shoulders. But what caught my attention the most was her arm—her elbow was scraped and bleeding from when she had fallen, yet she didn’t seem to notice. She just knelt there, staring blankly at the burning house, watching as the flames consumed everything.

I miss it, imagining simple things which I never thought I would miss making me feel the urge to cry, Am I that weak to cry for such a trivial matter? No, I am not...!! Taking a long and deep breath I fought for endurance and stability. When I opened my eyes again, determination gleamed in my eyes as the earlier stormy depths cleared and quieted down. My will was solid as the ancient glaciers again, I have endured enough, now it's their chance to endure those hardships, I won't give up, wasn't death, enough for me to learn a lesson...!!

"If I am going to win against him, I need to learn from the source.” Skye told herself with a deep breath as she looked at the building in front of her. The Sturm Headquarters looked nothing like Skye had imagined. When people heard the words motorcycle club, they probably pictured a run-down garage on the edge of town with rusting bikes and men looking for trouble. Instead, the building before her was enormous.