Skye X Marshall Novels & Stories

Now, Hierro has become Skye’s princess. Second, Sykh, Aria, as well as Yuria. With Hierro intervening, Skye finally reconciled with his family – especially with Yuria whom Skye hated the most. Fortunately, Skye wished for his and Hierro’s infinite blissful marriage so Skye didn’t hate Yuria anymore as Yuria blessed them. Finally, Hail. Hierro became Hail’s second loyal friend like Blue – who is Hail’s first best and loyal friend. He never left Hail no matter how much Hail pushed him away.

Once we were inside the condo, Caeleb locked the door. He grabbed me by the wrist and pushed me against the door. He crashed his lips into mine and I wrapped my arms around his neck and began to kiss him back. It was a heated makeout session for a few minutes before he pulled away. He rested his head against mine and sighed. "What's wrong, Caeleb?" "I have to tell you about those guys and I don't want it to change the way you feel about me, Skyla."

, 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.

was busy trying to build a castle for an earthworm king. "I'll keep the wind away as long as I can, Sari," Maria whispered to the empty air, using the name she had only ever seen on a blurred note. "I promise. She’s rooted in the light now."

“These are from him. He’s been sending flowers, apologizing for whatever stupid thing he did, and telling you how much he loves you. Skye, he’s a good man. He wouldn’t put you through this.” Skye stared at the flowers, her vision swimming. The words I’m sorry scrawled across the cards blurred into illegible lines, meaningless compared to the chaos in her heart. When she finally spoke, her voice was barely above a whisper, but the words cut through Gloria like a blade. “I’m obsessed with him, Gloria.” Gloria froze, her breath catching in her throat. “What?” she whispered, disbelief etched into her features. Skye’s gaze lifted, her eyes hollow yet burning with a quiet intensity. “Xavier. I’m o

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.

I said finally, though something in my voice must have given away more than I intended, because Marchetti’s expression tightened with the same dawning unease I could feel building in my own chest. “Sky,” he said quietly. “If you recognize him, I need you to tell me.” I looked at the photograph one more time, the small hallway light outside my building casting just enough glow that I could make out one more detail I’d missed on the first pass — a particular way the jacket sat across the shoulders, a brand and cut I was fairly certain I’d seen inside our own locker room more than once.

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.