Taste Of The Sky Novels & Stories

“Whenever I see you fly, I always have that thought that maybe you know what is the taste of the sky.” “Taste of sky? Nonsense.” Sonja looked up at the cloudless blue sky. “Sometimes, too much freedom will make you feel as if you are lost. Having someone to go back to is still the best.” Not waiting for Diana to spout nonsense again, Sonja started walking away again. Just when Diana thought that Sonja would shift to her form, Sonja stopped. “I have tasted the sky and got lost in it… Thank you for giving me back my sense of direction.”

The sky-mount is a terrifying, magnificent creature, its leathery wingspan wide enough to shadow the entire ruined courtyard in a flickering, bat-like veil. As it launches itself into the air, the world beneath us falls away, replaced by a dizzying, violent expanse of clouds and moonlight that threatens to swallow us whole. The freezing wind whips my hair into a frenzy, tearing at my eyes, stinging like abrasive salt, and I am forced to wrap my arms tightly around Daryl’s waist to keep from plunging into the jagged, frost-bitten peaks below. Every muscle in my body is screaming, stretched taut by the sheer velocity of our ascent.

'Better judgment than most people,' he agreed, and she felt him smile against her hair, and she laughed — full and real and from somewhere deep — and he laughed too, that low unguarded sound she had been collecting since the very beginning. Outside, the last night of winter was snowing. Soft and slow, the kind that isn't violent, just quiet. The sky putting something gently to rest. Spring tomorrow. Everything still to come. She held him and let herself feel the full weight of it — this life, this man, this version of herself she had built from ash and stubbornness and the refusal to stay dead. The dry well is now overflowing

I read it back and smirked. “Damn… that actually kinda works.” I deleted it anyway. Then wrote it again. Then deleted it again. Outside, the sky had turned gray. Thunder rumbled in the distance and rain started pouring hard against the windows. I poured myself a glass of wine, turned on a chill playlist, and curled up by the window, watching the city blur behind the raindrops. My mind wouldn’t shut up. Jayson. Mila. The way my stomach flipped when she kissed me this morning. The way Jayson looked at me last night like I was breaking him.

The sky above Jakarta didn't just leak; it collapsed. Thunder rolled across the horizon like a barrage of heavy artillery, shaking the very foundations of the mansion. For Sari, the violence of the weather was a blessing. She stood at the heavy iron servant’s door, her hand hovering over the latch. Rain lashed against the wood, the sound a deafening roar that masked the frantic thudding of her heart. "Now or never," she hissed to herself. "Move, Sari. Move!"

​The sky didn’t tear; it unzipped. It was a surgical, clinical sound—the noise of a high-end garment being opened by a cold, metallic hand. The perfect blue of the 401st Chapter, the sky Kael had sacrificed his very existence to paint, was being peeled back to reveal a grid of glowing violet neon and sterile white light. ​"Nora, get to the Cradle!" Elia screamed, her voice cracking as the peaceful meadow began to vibrate with the hum of a thousand synchronized engines.

But instead of swallowing it all, he bit off one end and then tried to place it between my lips. The mingled smell of salmon and the vivid, scandalous image in my mind overwhelmed my senses. I opened my mouth slightly, letting the salmon rest on my tongue. The taste was fresh, cool, and unlike anything I’d experienced before. I felt an unexpected rush of excitement and addiction building inside me. “If given the chance, I’d like to taste the salmon with your body temperature and taste especially the taste of that private part,” he said, his voice a sultry invitation straight from the Devil himself.

Sky arched into the touch, wanting more. “Tell me what you want,” he said, eyes locked on hers. “You,” she answered simply. His hand moved higher, cupping her breast fully. His thumb circled her nipple through the fabric, sending shocks of pleasure through her body. Sky gasped, her hips lifting instinctively against his. Charlie groaned, the sound vibrating through his chest and into hers. “You’re killing me, Sky.” “Good,” she whispered, pulling him down for another kiss. His hand slid lower, fingers tracing the waistband of her shorts. The touch was teasing, questioning. Sky’s heart raced, anticipation coiling tight in her belly.

He was making me visibly shake, when he noticed I was about to cum, he put his dick in my mouth and I released inside inside panting hard. He swallowed everything at once and then came up and kissed me. I don’t know I kinda liked whenever he did that. I sat still staring at the sky panting for air while Mason grabbed a bottle of water to drink. “Had fun today?”, he asked. I nodded, unable to speak again. “Good, wait until Youll see what I have in plan for us next”. “Whats that?”, I asked. “Swimming “. “Nooooo”.

I winked at her, “I’ll try. Now, dig in before it gets cold again. I don’t think I can reheat twice without ruining it. Afterward we’ll catch the movie in the theatre and see where the night takes us.” She raised her empty glass, and I quickly filled it with the cabernet sauvignon and did the same for my own. I lifted my glass in a toast. “Sounds like a plan!” We clinked glasses and she took a big sip before tasting all the food. “Husk and Sky are going to be sorry they missed this,” she said between bites. “I feel sorry for Sky, but Husk needs to be taken down a notch anyway.”