Taste Of The Sky Novels & Stories

Zachary insisted. "Yes, but it's the only batch that is different. The sky was clear when the farmers started harvesting but at midday, the cloud thickens, and heavy rain pours. It's what made the first Azure Cabernet 1842 taste like this. The mixture of clear and dark sky" Skye faintly smiles amidst the solemn silence around the table. "Where did you know about this?" Xander narrows his questioning eyes. "I've read about it" She stared straight into his eyes, conveying its truthfulness. Xander believes her.

Winning Sky was like coaxing a feral cat, you'll get scratched, you'll be bitten, and worst the feral cat will treat you like a stranger... literally a stranger. "Hey! Kole..." Sky called him in a rising tone. Kole who was busy tidying the living room turned his head upon hearing Sky's voice then without any warning a lip landed on his cheek. "I'll cook, how does fried rice with steamed dumplings sounds?" With a good and cheerful aura, Sky smiled brightly at Kole.

“We should buy more ice cream.” “Ice cream doesn’t solve war.” She turned, one brow raised. “No, but it makes it prettier.” Before I could respond, Sky walked in, hair a mess, holding a mug of black coffee that looked like it had been brewed with hatred. “Morning, Storm.” He smirked. “You’re trending again.” I groaned. “Please tell me it’s not the clip of me standing in the sunroom.” “Oh, it absolutely is,” he said. “Someone slowed it down and added epic music.”

Sky stood paralyzed in the shadows of the doorway, having just arrived as Travis’s final, cold declaration echoed through the room. "This is the woman I actually want to marry. And I will burn this city to the ground before I let anyone touch her." The words were a physical blow. Sky had spent years perfecting her mask of indifference, rising through the ranks of the Argentum Order until she earned her place as the fifth-ranked officer. She was the shadow, the silent blade, the one who saw everything. But she hadn't seen this coming.

Sarah I pull the crank that opens the ceiling in the tower, watching as the night sky comes into startling clarity. The stars are faint overhead, shielded by a layer of thin mist that moves across the sky like wisps of smoke. The moon, however, is full and painted a pale blue. It’s stunning, and even through the haze of poison still in my system, I can feel its pull.

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

Then Peanut whispered: "Erase?" Kael nodded. Then: "They don't conquer." Pause. Then: "They don't rule." Another pause. Then: "They destroy." The Devourer took another step. The horizon cracked beneath its weight. Then suddenly— the sky above the city split open. Red lightning exploded everywhere. Then dozens of dark shapes emerged from the clouds. Flying. Fast. Very fast. Then Ava looked up. Immediately. Then: "Oh come on." Honestly? Fair. Very fair. Reasonable honestly.

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

Of course, hundreds of thousands of dollars wasn't too much if it meant that the customers could feel like they were dining on a cloud. At least, that was how Austin saw it. As he took the elevator and arrived at the top floor, where Skyhigh Dining was, he could hear the melodious sound of a piano piece. The surroundings were flawless thanks to the luxurious and elegant decorations. There were large floor-to-ceiling windows on all sides, and the sky could be seen without any obstructions. Also, clouds were floating just outside the windows. Austin followed the waiter to the best spot to watch the clouds, which he had booked beforehand. Cecily was already sitting there, waiting.