Taste Of The Sky Novels & Stories

He knew she hadn’t either. She looked at him as he pulled away slowly. Still moving in slow motion, it seemed she also knew something much bigger happened than just a kiss. They both looked up to the sky at the same time to see that the sky was begin lit up by shooting stars going in every direction. He didn’t know that was going to happen. Neither did she. It seemed never-ending little trails of light going across the sky in many different directions. The light show was enough to take their breaths away.

For the first time in months, a genuine smile formed on my face. My firm, steady voice carried over the airwaves into the distance. "The runway is open. Permission granted for takeoff. Wishing you a smooth flight." All those years of shame, suffering, and resentment had passed like a storm that had finally cleared. Above me stretched a vast, open blue sky. This time, I was no longer a caged bird gazing upward. I had become the sky itself.

RED The sky is clear not a single cloud in sight, clear blue sky . I took a deep breath , it’s gonna be a good day . It’s my off day besides , a day all for me . I settled into the sofa in a little short and a white tank top my hair packed into a messy pony tail , a bowl of popcorn and a bowl of ice cream sat beside me as I engaged myself with the dramatic telenovela playing. An ad begins to play and I changed the channel to watch something else , my hand paused as I caught sight of Michael and his father on the TV

Vivia is still in a spaghetti shop somewhere. “I like to eat noodles, any noodle can be eaten, but the taste of spaghetti is the best.” Vivia twirled her fork around in a big circle and started chewing, “I thought I might have been a noodle in my past life!!!” Anna opened the box, and golden spaghetti lined up in a beautiful spiral. Bright red tomato sauce adorned the straight noodles, the wonderful aroma wafting through Anna’s nasal cavity, a little minced meat occasionally peeking out from under the golden noodles, topped with a few herbs. Simple yet eye-catching.

“Sky, be serious. You—the same woman who once made eye contact with a waiter while ordering ‘extra creamy’ pasta without breaking a sweat—are embarrassed about an erotic book? This is your line?” Sky groaned, dragging a hand down her face. “Okay, first of all, that was different. I was hungry, Aria. Desperate times call for shameless dairy requests.” I snorted. “And what, this is somehow worse than publicly declaring your love for lactose?” Sky shot me a glare. “Yes, because this involves a very smug rich guy who is already convinced I’m up to something shady. I’d rather die than have Carter thinking I was creeping around his room just to admire a book called Punished by the Billionaire Alph

His husky voice starts to weaken my sexual desire. I smile seductively and slowly touch his lower lip. "Just give me something to drink," I say, trailing my finger across his lips. "Sure," he replies, pulling me to an empty table. He signals to the waiter, who approaches us immediately. "Give us something hard,” he orders. Then he leans back on the couch and touches my hip. The waiter simply nodded and turned away. He quickly returned, placing a bottle of Martini in front of us. I looked around, searching for Kyla, but she was nowhere to be found. That witch left me again. I muttered to myself.

Zade shouted in my ear, and I felt him pull me even tighter against his chest with one arm, wrapping it around my waist. As Noctis leveled out and we began to rise among the clouds, the terror was slowly replaced by something else. Something intoxicating. Below us, the huge bastions of the palace shrank into tiny toy houses, and the river looked like a silver thread in the valley. The taste of freedom was like a mix of ice and fire. "Look up!" Zade ordered. I raised my head. The sky above us was blazing from the sunrise. Purple, gold, and deep red streaks slashed across the horizon. Noctis snorted in satisfaction, and with a sudden turn, he banked his body to the side.

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.

The dawn sky above Aerie Academy cracks once (just once) in what might be fear. First morning of the rest of our lives? We just aced it. And the Sky Court is about to learn the hard way: You don’t interrupt a storm on its first day of college. Not if you want to keep your wings. The Sky Court Knocks Early September 11, 2029 – Aerie Academy, 3:33 a.m. The sky over Aerie rips open like paper. Not a portal. A wound. Violet light pours out, thick and wrong, and the temperature drops thirty degrees in a heartbeat.

"Jeff? Is he your husband?" "No, he's a stranger." With those final words, Cecilia stood up and walked out without looking back. Zephyr City was known for its endless rainy days, and today was no different. Cecilia walked through the rain with her head held high, quickly vanishing into the crowd. Goodbye, Zephyr City. She had no ties to that place anymore...