Taste Of The Sky Novels & Stories

I opened the ice cream from James "Uwaaa green tea." I looked at James. "Yeah, your favorite flavor." He chuckled and winked to me. I definitely like this guy. Do you think we both suit each other? "Here." I scooped a little and give it to James and I saw Sky scowled "Later dude, I have to go." Sky stand up and left us both "He's so annoying." I looked at him left the set and walked outside "He's not, he just like to bug people and he's so playful that's all." James said

Bringing the edge of the glass up to my nose, I realise it smells sweet, like mixed berries. "Drink Lay," Sky repeats, tapping the edge of the thin glass until I lift it to my lips. It tastes as sweet as it smells, the liquid satiny soft as it slides easily down my throat. I can definitely tell this would be easy to get drunk off of, since immediately I feel as I want another glass, even though the bitter edge to it Sky takes my empty glass and places it on a waiter's tray as it breezes past. When she turns back to me, her eyes seem a little more absent and distracted as her gaze sweeps over the crowd behind me.

They smiled at me and nodded. I raised the cup to my lips and took in just a little. Instantly I was overwhelmed by the taste - bitter and salty. I wanted to spit it out, but I just couldn't. "See? It only lasts a second." I had to admit, the shock of the taste was far worse than anything. I swallowed and the two of them beamed. I gave a weak smile and changed the subject. "So what's on the agenda for today?" "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm going to do a little workout now. Want to join me?" "Sure, but, like, is there a gym or something?" "Yeah. Come with me. I'll show you."

There were no more lies or betrayals around me, only loyal subordinates and like-minded friends. My phone chimed again. This time, it was a message from my best friend. "Caitlyn, want to go to the newly opened world-renowned restaurant tonight? I heard the head chef is super handsome!" I looked out the window at the azure sky. A silver-white airplane flew across the horizon, leaving a beautiful arc in its wake. I smiled and replied, "Let's go."

Sky was experienced, mature and he knew how to escalate things. Moon lifted his hand and fisted Sky’s hair in his hand, tugging his hair just a bit to make him hiss and that was enough for him to take charge of the kiss and intrude his mouth with his tongue. Sky felt someone electrocuted him. It was so fucking hot and so sinful that he felt someone took his breath away. He tilted his face just to give all the access to Moon to fuck his mouth with his tongue just like he would fuck his….

His voice was loud enough to cut through the sonic boom. I looked up. From the hangar bays of the flagship, a swarm of black shapes dived toward us. They weren't drones. They were "Sky-Eaters"—bio-engineered wyverns with jet turbines grafted into their wings. The Council's answer to air superiority. One of them, a beast with a wingspan of forty feet and a jaw full of spinning saw-blades, locked onto us. It shrieked—a digital-organic scream that made my blood run cold.

"Uh-huh." “He's trying so hard,” Sky said, delighted. “Let the man have his caramelized chicken.” “I didn't say anything.” “You were thinking it very loudly.” We ate at the small table by the window overlooking the water. The last of the evening light turned the lake the color of a healing bruise, purple-gold and soft at the edges. The chicken was, in fact, slightly burnt, but I ate every bite of it anyway, because the way Zeviar kept watching me for a reaction was worth far more than the food itself.

He frowned, though I couldn't see it, but I knew him well enough. I waved a hand dismissively. “That's just how these bosses are. Come on, let's go in. I'm starving.” At the same time, my stomach rumbled as if confirming my words. Leander realized, his lips were now curled into a soft smile. “Say no more, ma'am. Your favorite meal has been made.” I grinned widely, wrapping a hand around his waist as he led me into the house. True to his words, they were two plates of roasted chicken, bacon and eggs, chips, and some more enchanting foods.

For fifty years, the sky had been a lie. A careful illusion stretched across the ceiling of Neo-Stain—layered light projections, atmospheric simulations, a controlled mimicry of what the world used to be. Pale blues in the morning. Dull gold in the evening. Artificial stars stitched into programmed darkness. It was beautiful, It was precise. And it was false.

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