Novel & Cerita Skye X Marshall

He gave me a knowing look and I blushed. “I’m flattered Skyla, but your brother would more than likely kill me.” “Aaron doesn’t care about me! He is a jerk and only cares about himself and the money he makes from our parents' company.” “Skyla, I may have a bad boy past, and even though we have known each other for only a few days, I have more respect for you than you think. I am not going to disrespect you by hooking up with you. When you turn 18, if you want to try going on a date then I have no objections.”

, she had a proud smile on her face as she looked at her beautiful partner. "Stare me as much as you want tonight, but hurry up for now", Elliot said slowly as they approached the car. "I'm going to kill you", Sky said slowly as she could see the mischievous smiles upon everyone's faces. "Sure, let’s do that tonight", he again teased her. "You do realize that I can still back off on my words and refuse to marry you??", she eyed him angrily. "My bad", Elliot coughed lightly as he held her hand tightly, fearing that she might really run away.

Skye travelling with them meant change from something that had worked well for a few years now, something that was the best thing that ever happened to a few of them. The mercenary band. But Skye also represented that maybe, just maybe, they could have more. The more he learned about his mate, the more he realized that he wanted this possible future and the more realistic it seemed. There were just a few obstacles in the way and one of them was his good friend and second in command, Dyllen.

Sky insisted that he leave and tell Ace of her love for him, asking him to move on as there was no hope for her rescue. When Jackson returned to the hotel, he relayed what he had witnessed and that he couldn't save Sky to Ace. Ace responded with a thunderous growl upon learning of Sky's condition and confinement. Despite Jackson's reassurances that Sky was right, Ace sensed omissions in the tale and demanded the full story with his commanding alpha presence. Reluctantly, Jackson confessed that Shay had resigned herself to her fate, urging him to continue with his life and expressing her love for him.

SKY’S POV The Finals opened two days after that night at Reyes’s kitchen table, and for the first week I actually managed to keep the promise Amira and I had made to each other. Wait until it’s over. Simple words. Harder in practice than either of us had probably accounted for when we said them out loud. We texted, careful, nothing that crossed whatever line we’d drawn for ourselves. Good luck tonight. Thank you. Get some rest. The kind of exchanges that could survive being read aloud in a hearing room without damaging either of us.

Thanks to the dedicated care of the nurses and doctors, Grandpa finally came around. On the day Sunny and I visited him at the hospital, a friend request popped up on my phone. I was torn about accepting it. Hannah had been creating new accounts to reach me and calling from unknown numbers. After a brief hesitation, I decided to accept it, ready to set the record straight. To my surprise, it was a message from Jack. He cut to the chase with an e-invite. [Marvin, I can't thank you enough for bringing Hannah and me together. We're getting married next week, and I'd be honored if you could join us.]

I took off for the wild yonder, gazing up at the Milky Way sprawled across the night sky. It was my son's dream. He was a stargazer, an astronomy buff since he was knee-high. On his birthday, he saw his first meteor shower in the wild. Tragically, that same night became his last. I was determined to make his dream come true. The divorce papers, signed by Elias, landed in my mailbox. Maybe it was guilt, but he rewrote the terms, leaving me with a lion's share of our assets. I took it all without batting an eye.

Skylar's POV 1:00 am. My parents were sound asleep in their room. Chicken was sound asleep in my room, curled up on my bed. The moon was up in the night sky, glowing brightly. And I, Skylar Anderson, was dressed up in a black T-shirt and jeans, my favourite denim jacket, and some butt-kicking motorcycle boots. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I kind of resembled those actors in gangster movies. I looked like one of those sketchy dudes lurking around the creepy alleyways of New York city, having anything but good intentions.

“Who… are you?” Skylar smoothed the woman’s matted hair, offering a small, beautiful smile—one that carried both promise and deadly certainty. “I am Skylar Vance. You can call me Skye. I am here to rescue you. We are leaving, together.” We are leaving, together. It was the same promise Clara had made to her all those years ago. Spoken now by Skylar, it resonated with a mature, unflinching resolution.

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.”