Skye Rubble Novels & Stories

Sky raised his head but it was late . In the blink of an eye he found himself lying in the ground and a girl was next to him . Thankfully the ground was one of the grass parts of the school's yard and it didn't hurt him . Sky got up from the ground and saw that his clothes had become dirty. Kiara also didn't get hurt and then got up . She noticed that her clothes had become dirty a bit and started to clean them . "Hey , can't you enter from the entrance like normal people ?! Or are you an intruder ? " said Sky angry .

Builders. People who knew that scars could be symbols of survival. River read an excerpt from his new novel. Marla danced on stage in a dress Skye had sewn by hand. Elijah babbled in Melinda’s lap. And Skye? She closed the evening with a simple statement: “We are not broken. We are becoming.” The room rose to its feet. Not with applause. But with reverence. And when the lights dimmed and they returned home — to the house by the lake, to the family they built from fragments — Skye curled into River’s arms, the weight of legacy a warm blanket rather than a burden.

"Aria, sa likod ko!" ​Sumugod ang mga robots. Ang dating tahimik na tahanan ay naging isang war zone. Si Skye, gamit ang kanyang liksi bilang isang pilot, ay gumamit ng isang EMP Grenade para pansamantalang patayin ang mga robots sa nursery. ​"Nakuha ko na siya!" sigaw ni Skye habang yakap-yakap ang umiiyak na si Alexander.

"AAHHH!!" Skyla screamed in pain on the sudden fall down the slope that was dotted with bushes, gravels and stones. Skyla had the lower half of her body stuck inside the drum which served as a protection layer against the rough path she was rolling onto. Skyla propped her arms in the back of her head to protect her head from the sharp stones that were coming on the path. Her arms were badly bruised and she would let out intermittent painful cries when she was met with the sharp stones that would slit her soft and sensitive skin of her hands and also her facial skin. She made sure to keep her eyes tightly shut to prevent any foreign object from going inside her eyes. Her lips were tightly shu

Scar asked as she dodged more cars facing her with bright headlights. “It's not far it's just beyond the bridge” Ethan answered. The motorcycle slowed to a halt. “I think we ran out of gas” Scar said as she shrugged Ethan off her. “What do we do” Ethan asked, stepping down. Cars whizzed past them. “Summon a private jet? Scar asked as she started walking. “I'm not with my phone” Ethan said, falling in steps beside her, as they walked together. ”Then we walk” She answered.

honest. "You don't hate it?" she asked. Lane glanced at her briefly. "No." "Even when it's hard?" "That's part of it." Mia frowned slightly. "That doesn't make sense." "It does," he said. "You just don't get it yet." There it was again. No if. Yet. Mia exhaled quietly, looking ahead. The fence stretched on, the land rolling out in uneven waves of green and gold. The sky above them felt too big still-but maybe not as suffocating as it had earlier.

He shut his eyes. The lantern flame flickered, throwing long shadows across the walls. The shack remained silent except for the soft crackle of the fire and the distant howl of wind outside. Skye stood motionless near the door, chest tight, eyes closed, carrying the weight of Scarlett’s name like a wound that would never heal. The weight of what he had lost—of what he had helped destroy—settled over the room like frost.

The moment the sun broke over the horizon, I was dragged out of the gates of the Moonbeam Pack like a traitor. The cold morning air bit at my skin, but nothing compared to the chill inside me. I stumbled forward, my bare feet scraping against the rough ground, but I didn’t look back. What was there to see? The place I had once called home had betrayed me. My mate had rejected me, and now I was alone. “Rowena!” I snapped around the moment I heard Nathan’s voice. He had finally come to his senses.

Only mine. *********************