The Sky Beneath Us Novels & Stories

] [Exactly, and then you'll be stuck by his side, endlessly at his mercy. [What are you still holding onto? Owen loves you so much. Go slap Robin and cling to Owen.] Under the mocking and judgmental gazes, I walked toward Owen, step by step. His eyes never left me. When I reached him, he lowered his gaze and curled his lips. I smirked, each word deliberate. "The engagement annulment agreement is already on its way. It won't be long before it's in your hands. As for the cooperation with the Vega Group, you can decide that on your own. I'm done here."

He was like a boy who cried but could still hold up the sky for someone when needed. Who would not love a younger guy like that? Whether or not he turned out like Ethan later, who cared? I should just take it one day at a time. Living happy one day at a time was a victory!

I smile to myself as I arrange the food on the blanket, adding the drinks. The sun has fully set now, and the sky is a deep, velvety blue. Overhead, the stars are putting on their show, hundreds of them shimmering like tiny diamonds against the dark sky. I pause for a moment, taking it all in. There’s something about this place, this night, that feels... right. Everything is falling into place, and for the first time in a long time, I feel like maybe we’re on the path to healing. Maybe this camping trip is exactly what we both needed.

"You won’t go through this alone. I promise. I’ll be here for you, and for the baby." I pulled my hand away gently. "Max... I appreciate that. But don’t feel like you have to carry this with me." He smiled, unwavering. "I don’t mind. Some things are worth carrying." Our snacks and drinks arrived, breaking the moment. We ate slowly, letting the warmth of the café and the simple comfort of shared silence fill the space between us. When we stepped outside, the sky had shifted to soft gold. Max glanced at the street. "There’s a park nearby and the weather is cool," he said. "Want to walk a bit?"

This time we are singing along to the song playing in the car and laughing each time either of us make a mistake. After driving for a few minutes, Sebastian finally turns off from the wide and smooth highway, driving through a dusty, a bit rough and smaller path. The tall tree, the blossoming flowers, the birds chirping… hmmm…so comforting Ahhh I love nature Navigating his way through the woods, Sebastian finally pulls up into a breathtaking clearing. At the centre of the clearing, stands the most beautiful house I've ever seen. The house stands majestically tall, exuding light and warmth to its visitors.

“But neither are we.” Far above us, the sky shifted. And the second moon blinked into existence again. Just for a moment. And this time… it stayed.

Almost whole. That evening, long after the others had settled in, Celeste found herself on Silas’s balcony. The sky was painted in shades of blue and lavender, stars peeking through the winter clouds. She leaned on the railing, arms folded, the fabric of her coat still smelling faintly of perfume and fresh wool. Silas joined her without a word, his presence like gravity. Wrapping himself around her. "Long day?" he asked softly. Celeste smiled. "Victoria tried on a veil that could have doubled as a tent."

They sat on the rooftop in silence, the cool breeze brushing against their skin as they gazed down at the school grounds below. The world felt strangely distant from up there, smaller, quieter. Almost like it paused just for them. “I am sorry, that you have to have a father like Adrian,” Lia finally managed to say. Her voice was soft, weighed with sympathy and guilt she knew she didn’t owe but still felt.

"Congratulations. You have always been the best. Orion." After stepping down from the podium, I looked around but couldn't find Orion anywhere. I took out my phone and sent him a message. "Where are you? Did you come to watch the race?" About ten minutes later, he finally replied. "Sorry. I'm still out of town on business. Do you like the flowers?" I couldn't help smiling. "I love them. Thank you." "Lyra?" A familiar voice came from behind me. I turned around. Ryder was walking slowly toward me.

Three weeks ago. The night of the blood moon. I ran alone through the high passes, heavy with young—nine moons along, the pup quickening with every step. The trail gave way. I tumbled, striking stone and ice, wedged in a crevice where the cold would finish what gravity began. I sent my call through the spirit-web to the healers. Needed the Alpha's permission to cut the pup from my dying flesh. Ninety-nine summons. Silence. The hundredth time, the bond stirred.