Taste Of The Sky Novels & Stories

Dropping the words with Andrea leaning close to Sky, and her raising her brow up and down with a betting eye, they both expected to find Sky sweating on his seat. “Waiter.” Sky distracted, calling for a glass of water by which he pretends to clear out something from his throat. Immediately gulping the cold water and almost slamming the glass on the table, he pretended to cough, fanning himself with his shirt as he felt an uncomfortable heat that surrounds him.

Arabella Rivera I never had the urge to taste a guy before, neither did I ever intended to. But with Haiden, it just felt normal. Which was odd. Very. I also didn't know how much I'd enjoy his taste. I couldn't seem to stop. I sucked his head, sucked it until I was sure he'd feel it for days. He tasted salty yet sweet, a weird combination that had my tongue lapping for every single drop. Haiden grunts, jerking forward as if not in control of his body anymore. I stop, pulling away reluctantly just to see his reaction. I look up. His eyes are piercing, slightly hazy with clouds of desire.

Matt added, emptying a dark, fizzing bottle of fermented juice into the mixture. “Behold! A feast of many colors. I am certain the flavor is legendary.” Tyler stirred the foul concoction with a heavy spoon until it resembled nothing but filth. “It is prepared. Feast,” he said, offering the utensil. There was no way her body would accept it. It didn't even look like sustenance; it looked like the offal of a sick beast. “Consume it!” Ryan roared when she merely stared in horror. “I cannot… my spirit rejects it,” she pleaded.

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.

She popped up from the ground, washing herself off in the waves. “I expected it.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. “It’s nice to smell you outside of the dreams.” I chuckled. “Well, you make the most sense I think.” Sky cocked her head to the side. “What do I smell like?” “Fast Orange.” Justin said and Sky burst out laughing. She nodded and shrugged. “I mean…if there was a scent. I guess that would be it.” The light in her eyes was bright as she nodded to me. “I thought you hated the smell?”

“Sky, your sister wants me to bring you home right now. Come with me.” Sky lost his mood and patience the moment he saw Kaze. He turned away with a grumpy look. “Stop irritating me. I am not a child anymore. I know when and how to go back!” Kaze frowned. The boy was a university student but acted like a boy in elementary school. Tiffany said, “Mr. Lee, I’m Tiffany Chapman. Sky came to my place for the first time today and he’s just starting to enjoy being here. Why don’t you stay and have some fun before you take him back?”

“Victor, then.” I pour myself a whiskey and watch her move. She’s efficient, graceful in a way that makes my kitchen feel lived-in for the first time in years. The scent of something fresh — basil, lemon, a woman's cooking — cuts through the sterile air of the penthouse. My body reacts before my brain can shut it down: a low pull, heat gathering low in my gut. I take a long sip and force my eyes to the city skyline instead. “Dinner’s almost ready if you’re hungry,” she offers. “Nothing fancy. Just pasta.”

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐢𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐭 𝐖𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫 The sky over the Alps didn't just darken; it bruised. The transition from the pristine white of the mountain peaks to the deep, unnatural purple of the descending fleet happened in the space of three ragged breaths. Maya stood in the knee-deep snow with the burner phone still pressed to her ear, listening to the dial tone that sounded like a funeral bell.

Not even the boyfriend. Especially not him. I stare at the hand wrapped around Sky’s wrist. The hand quickly lets go. Good. For some reason that makes my breathing easier. A little. Just a little. The notebook in front of me remains open. Pages filled. Dates. Times. Locations. Little details. All of them important. Sky likes sitting near windows. Sky always forgets his umbrella. Sky bites the inside of his cheek when stressed. Sky hates olives. Sky smiles when he’s embarrassed.

His tone is playful, nothing like what you will expect from a ruthless mafia Lord. I quickly change into the expensive black skirt and top from Chanel and turn around. Surprisingly, he was looking out the window, instead of peeping like I expected, he's truly obedient. “Are you done?” He asks after some time. I immediately blink, realizing that I have been staring at him without knowing it. “Mmm.” He turns around after I gave him my affirmation and immediately whistles. “Holy shit baby girl. You look like an angel just descended to the realm of mortals. You will look even better without those tears staining your face.”