Skye X Everest Novels & Stories

When he fin'lly got close to our seat, we immediately asked for drinks. "Isn't what you're wearing was very daring?" Skye asked seriously as her eyes looked over me. I was wearing only a tight spaghetti shirt and a short skirt. My white and long legged thighs showed up and I can say it fits me so well, especially I paired it with a long boots I bought lately. "Daring? Oh c'mon! She's prettier with that, stop being KJ Miss Gamer." Sunny teases Skye. It's because she's a streamer and loves online games.

“So perfect. Look at how well you’re taking me.” Sky’s breath hitched, her fingers curling into the edge of the desk, her knuckles white as she tried to hold onto something—anything—to steady herself. But there was no steadiness, no control. She was unraveling under him, a trembling mess of sensation and need. “Oh, Xavier! Yes daddy! Fuck! ” she gasped, her voice trembling with a mixture of awe and desperation. “I can’t—oh God, it’s so good. You're so fucking huge!”

See, among us, Kieran was best at making the best first impression. “Skye Ross. Nina’s roommate,” Skye replied and gave a small smile to Kieran. “I’m sure you know me. I’m Dante Verlice, the Alpha of the Dark Moon pack.” “Shit.” Skye cursed. Her jaw dropped as she took my appearance carefully. “Verlice, as in the one who owned The Verlices?” “The one and only.” For a moment, a shock passed through her eyes, and then she inched closer to Nina. “I can’t believe you’ve been hiding about him all this time,” Skye whispered in a loud voice, making me chuckle.

She was absolutely confident about that. ****** About Aurelia Aurelia Skye is the pen name USA Today bestselling author Kit Tunstall uses when writing science fiction and paranormal romance and paranormal women’s fiction. It’s simply a way to separate the myriad types of stories she writes so readers know what to expect with each “author.” Join her newsletter at kittunstall.com/newsletter

“Sorry, I should have asked before I looked. I just wanted to make sure you were okay after your journey.” “It’s fine,” Eician replied quietly. “Thank you, I feel much better now.” “Can I?” Skye asked, gesturing vaguely to his stomach region. He leaned forward at Eician’s nod and this time, he put his hands lower as he leaned back in his chair to give the other omega more access. The warmth spread through him again and he knew what the other omega was seeing. Finally, Skye pulled back, a mixture of sadness at his discovery and a healer’s curiosity on his face.

He got there in the end and Skye was now living with him on Stella territory. "That's different. Skye is a mere mortal," he replied. "Don't you think that if it was possible to kill your mate, somebody would have done it by now? He has enough enemies and there's been enough attempts. I'm telling you, that man is immortal." I smiled. "I suppose you're right," I replied. "As always."

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.

THE SKY LOOKED SOMETHING LIKE the early hours of dawn—not bright, not dark. Red clouds gathered in clusters over the horizon to the left, and a grey outline of the sun and moon hung up high in the sky side by side with a soft sliver glow. Everywhere as far as my eyes could see looked the same, bare and plain under the soft shadow of light, and the ground where we stood was as dark as night and soft, giving off a feeling of standing afloat on air.

Sky's wrist couldn't fit into the watch but he took it and kept it safe in a box among the things he treasured most. Sky opened his eyes as the water reached its peak, he stepped out and took his towel to dry off. Taking in his appearance in the mirror, he looked nothing like Stefan, although they share the same hair color. That's about it. Stefan was gorgeous for sixteen years old, his cat-like green eyes that glowed when he was smiling or smirking. The way his honey brown hair swept across his forehead barely touching the surface of his dark, flawless well-sculpted eyebrows, his chiseled nose that leads down to two beautiful plump lips that could rival any girl any day. Sky has always wond

Cerise thinks, Desperate to see her only star among the red, dark sky. The morning comes, and the sky remains blood-colored. Joy-I weeps like a child, far from the mature image she always puts on. Yzander and the doctor stood at the corner, as suspicious as ever. Halo and Nicholas struggle to keep sleeping, as the murmurs and crying stop them from doing so.