Taste Of Sky By Ventrecanard Novels & Stories

she said, holding it steady, “if you want to see the truth.” I hesitated. Steam rose between us, thick and sharp, carrying the bitterness of crushed herbs and something metallic beneath it. My fingers hovered before closing around the bowl. The clay burned my skin, but I lifted it and drank. The taste was fucking vile! Scorched leaves, spice, earth. It tore down my throat. The cave vanished. The ground fell away and I stood in a vast open expanse beneath a sky split by pale moonlight. A crowd stretched endlessly before me: wolves, humans, beings I did not recognize. Armor clinked softly. Banners sagged in still air. No one spoke.

**Remy (mind-to-mind, steady but edged with fear, voice rumbling in my skull):** “Feel it? Like the sky’s being eaten—the air tastes like nothing.” **Celeste (throat tight, tongue numb):** “Yeah. And it’s hungry.” *Veil Integrity: 85%* We race to the Void Observation Deck—the highest point, open arches framing raw space, stormglass floor cold and humming warning under my feet, vibrating like a warning growl. The view is wrong. Beyond the atmospheric veil, stars are winking out—one by one, then in clusters, the darkness spreading with a silent, sucking pull that makes my ears pop.

Scrolling through the other messages, I finally found a peaceful spot. Lorne: [Good morning, Chloe. I'm coming to pick you up. Don't forget sunscreen today. The sun is really strong.] I: [Got it.] Feeling bored, I clicked into his private page and scrolled through his posts until I came across an invitation, with the caption: [Here we go.] I sat up straight, staring at the invitation. Then a laugh escaped my mouth because it was an invitation to a private gathering from the Lockhart family. No wonder...

The place is like a province, there’s not much houses that blocks the wide sky and there’s no pollution from the vehicles for it only has a couple who owns here. After some time, I reached the store. I walked pass the temptations called foods and went to where the party stuffs are. I grabbed a couple bags of plastic spoons and left. I was trying so hard not to look and buy strawberry flavored gummies but I just can’t help myself. I left after paying and started my walk on the way home. I was already far from the store when I felt a drop of water on my cheeks. And before I realize it, the rain poured.

Jean suggests and the younger is all too glad to decline, his unexpected marathon taking a toll on his stomach so the next destination points to a place with sugar. A sweet shop. Joy’s sweet shop, coincidentally matching Cerise's pastel outfit and the pink shoes- she can sleep next to the door and no one would ever notice her there. Orders came fast, Janoir downing a full plate of (disgustingly) mixed ice cream, the sight almost making Cerise puke. “Sure you can finish that?” Jean points at her meal the way she snorted at Janoir’s, he sipped on some weird-looking coffee and Cerise steals it from his grip, faux delight plastered on her face. “I’m calling this dinner”

It was a normal sunny morning and a young man in his school uniform turned back from the school gate with the intention of skipping class. Plugging the earphones on both sides he strolled downtown toward the city Library while grabbing a hot coffee on the way. “One hot Americano, no sugar” said the young man “One hot Americano, 100% sugar” a playful voice spoke from behind, catching his attention. He turned to see the familiar person without any manners. The individual responsible for his skipping class, causing him to endure the boring library on a Monday morning. “Eh, what a coincidence,” said the newcomer. “But to say a cute person like you drinks black coffee with no sugar. Such a rare s

I looked for a word to describe the book I had yet to finish. "Interesting." I finished off with a blush. I prayed mom wouldn't notice my now redden face. I should've left my hair down. She holds out the spoon and gestures for me to taste. I run a finger on the spoon, the sauce covers it. I draw it to my mouth and suck in the delicious sauce. "Hmmm." I moaned, sucking my finger.

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!