Novels by Skyy

I sneak out of the bed before there is even any sign of the sun. It must be around 4 AM, but I don't even dare to check, I don't want to wake up the sleeping princess next to me. I try to find my clothes in the dark, then go to the kitchen for a quick coffee. God, why do I have to leave? Oh yes, because I'm so behind work, I might actually go bankrupt in the end. I don't know what I'll do when September comes and the actual work starts. Maybe Abigail will come to see me then? Let's hope for the best…It's ridiculous where my thoughts go. I don't even know if she wants to be with me. But then, if she didn't, why would she let me stay here with her? But then again, she rejected me when I asked her to commit to me. I seriously don't know. I'm confused. All I know is that this woman makes my heart beat twice faster. I guess I should just follow her pace and see where this will take us to.And now it's time to go. Oh, how I wish I was able

"I don't fucking care! Find a way!" I shout on the phone. "I gave you access to her phone but I swear, if you watch the video, you're dead!""Relax, dude," the man on the other side of the phone apathetically responds."James? Jaaaames!" I hear Abigail shouting and I hang up the phone. "James?""Ah, you found me," I chuckle."Mind if I sit?" She asks as she stands before me and I pull her in my lap, although there's plenty of space on the leather couch."How are you?" I ask as I place a brief kiss on the back of this chestnut mess of hair."I- I don't know," she sighs and I feel her body stiffening. "What happened? And where are we? And did you undress me?!" She showers me with questions."Well, we're back in your hotel and yes, I did. I didn't enjoy it as much as I did before, but I figured out that tiny dress won't be the mo

"James?! James, where the fuck are we going?!"Abigail keeps protesting against me blindfolding her. She agreed to go on a date with me and thanks God she did because I had everything planned already. I picked a restaurant outside Miami, it's a two-hour car drive and the fact she can't see where we're going drives her insane.And me... Oh, God. She, in that short black dress and with a silk blindfold drive me insane. I fight the need to order to turn the car around, go back to the apartment and fuck her until I lose myself inside her. But this is not about me tonight. I will save the blindfold for later, though.We finally arrive at our final destination and feeling that the car has stopped, Abigail impatiently reaches to take the blindfold off, but I catch her hand to stop her."Not yet, Miss Kingsley.""Ugh! Screw you, James!"I chuckle at her cursing, get

Pancakes? I smell pancakes! The sweet mouthwatering smell of freshly baked pancakes fills my nostrils and makes me wake up. I look around myself and reach with my hand for Abigail, but she's nowhere to be found, so I slip out of the bed and follow the enchanting smell of my childhood.There she is. Completely lost in the moment. Wearing nothing but an oversized T-shirt and lace bikinis, slaying her hips in perfect sync with the quiet singing of Elvis Presley coming from the speakers on the ceiling. She sings with him and bakes pancakes."What a way to wake up," I purr after several minutes of watching her do her thing. Unaware of my presence, enjoying her own little world."Jesus Christ, James!" Abigail jumps back scared and drops the frying pan in the sink."As much as I like Elvis, your voice sounds better.""You scared me to death!" Abigail keeps protesting that I interrupted

It's been three days now since my disaster of a morning with Abigail. And thinking now of it, it looks like the saying "the calm before the storm" works just perfectly for me. In every aspect of my life. As for me, I spent the past three days trying to avoid Abigail. Not because I'm afraid of her threatening to ban me from coming to Miami, but because I decided to respect her will to keep her distance from me. No matter how hard it is for me. I go to the cafe? First ask if she's there. The restaurant? Same thing. I even make sure to not meet her somewhere in the hallways or the spa. And for three days I learned a lot about her. I learned she goes to drink coffee at 8:30 AM sharp. Every morning. Then she's having breakfast from 10 to 11 AM. Spends an hour for the daily instruction of the staff and then disappears somewhere from 12 to 1 PM. She wants her bedsheets to be changed during the hour when she's gone and in the afternoons she usua

I wake up by a mess of hair tickling my face. I rub my eyes and remember where I am. Abigail is snuggling in my embrace and is peacefully sleeping. Even slightly snoring. I kiss her head and try to sneak out of the bed, without waking her up. She's so peaceful when sleeping. So beautiful, so calming. Damn, I'm seriously one hell of a lucky man. I take one last sight of the sleeping beauty in my bed, then blush and make my way to the kitchen to make coffees. Then I dial the number left for contacting the reception and wait. No more than two empty signals and I hear a low male voice on the phone. "Good morning! You contacted reception and this is Taylor Moore on your services." This is the first time since I first came here that a man is in reception and more importantly, is not Regina. And I'm glad because if it was her again I'll seriously start to get creeped out. "Hello, this is James Reaga

It's been now nearly three weeks since I and Nancy moved to Waterfall Bridge and I already fell into some sort of a routine. I wake up at exactly 7:00 AM. Strange, because I'm not one of the early birds. Then my schedule continues with preparing fast breakfast and coffee, greeting Nancy a good morning after she comes back from her early jogging session, I complain how lucky she is that she will sleep through the day and I'm forced to see Christopher's annoying face, stop by Grace's for the daily portion of apology in the form of a sandwich and then go to work. And that's it. Every day. "Good morning, Roni." The Officer greets me, then shifts his gaze to the paper bag in my hand and giggles, then goes upstairs to his office. "Hope it'll be good." I sigh, then leave the sandwich on Christopher's desk and go to finding something engaging to do. Usually, it's reordering all the papers on my desk and playing

"Heeey, good morning! You were Veronika, right?""It must be me." I yawn, still half asleep."What brings you here so early, Veronika?" The nice lady behind the cashier's desk asks smilingly while cleaning the wooden top with spray and a piece of cloth."Uh-- I came to grab two coffees to-go and two sandwiches." I sheepishly rub the back of my neck."What kind of coffees and sandwiches?""Um that's the thing, I don't know. I want my coffee clear and long." I look at the bright menu hung on top of the bar."And the other?" Grace asks while turning the coffee machine on."I don't knooow..." I complain, it's too early to even think. "It's not for me.""Okay, who is it for?" Grace asks while sliding the first plastic cup of coffee on the wooden top."Uh-- Uh--" I stutter and feel my cheeks

"Roni! I'm so happy that you're back home!" "Do I have a choice? I live here, after all." I complain, walking past Nancy, who, as always, is standing at the door. "Roni, I'm really sorry. Please, I can't stand you being mad at me. I'll do whatever you want, just talk to me!" Nancy begs me but all I can think about is how relieved I am now that I step on the ground after I take off my heels. Stupid stilettos. "Nancy, leave me in peace, it was a long day." I sigh and crawl half-limping upstairs and to the bathroom. "Come on, Roni! Please!" Not wanting to hear my prayers to be alone, Nancy drags herself after me. "Nancy, I beg you. Leave me alone." I take off my clothes and fill the bathtub. Hot bath, here I come. *** "

"No.""But...""Absolutely no. It's out of question."After we got back from Narrow River with Jamie, I headed straight to Officer Smith's office, begging him to give me a chance to investigate the case under supervision, but all I get is a 'no' and no explanation as of why. It's the perfect case for my thesis and maybe my only chance here."Officer Smith, due all my respect, but this can be the perfect opportunity for me to write my thesis, plus I think I can help with the case.""Vero... Miss Hughes, due all my respect, no.""But why?! It's unfair!""Miss Hughes... you don't have the knowledge to investigate and this is outside Lieutenant Oliver's competence.""Can't you supervise me?""Inspector Montgomery is assigned to this case."I clench my fists in annoyance and get up

"Oh, come on, Veronika! You have to speak to me!""Do I?" I arch an eyebrow while preparing breakfast before work. Nancy stands leaning on the fridge and keeps trying to talk to me, but after quite the show she did at the party, she better be glad I didn't strangle her."How many times do I have to say sorry?""I don't know, Nancy. Why did you have to jump on the table and shout to Christopher that I want to suck his dick?!""I was drunk!""I don't care!" I throw everything at the table and storm off to work. You wonder what happened? Well, two days ago we went to that gathering at Grace's and sure enough, we met some new people.Everything seemed fine until my supposed-to-be partner showed and after an hour of excessive drinking, Nancy decided to break the ice between me and Christopher by jumping on a table and shouting that I want to do some things w

"Okay, you better spill all the beans!"The bouncing ball of energy, or in other words Nancy Cooper, opens the entrance door before I can even get the keys out of my bag. Whether she heard me parking the car or she was waiting for me at the door like a dog."Jesus, Nancy! You scared the shit out of me!" I shout, then throw my bag at the small table next to the door and unstrap my heels."Come on! Tell me! Did you meet any hotties on your way to work?""Yes, Nancy. I met all the hotties in this town. And I got their numbers for my annoying best friend." I roll my eyes and walk past her and to the kitchen. I haven't had any breakfast yet, as nervousness turned my stomach in a knot this morning, but now I'm hungry as a wolf."Come on! Tell me! Speak!""Nancy, can I get 10 minutes of silence?" I complain, rubbing my temples, then I open the fridge to find some sn

This is the worst graduation ceremony you could ever see. Not because of the ceremony itself but because of me. I feel dead. Viktor is in jail. It's the reality, it wasn't a nightmare. I really hoped for it to be a bad dream. I hoped that I fell asleep while watching horrors and my brain played such unbelievable scenarios, but no. It's real. It's late May now and the weather is warm. Why do I feel so cold then? I barely slept and cried a lot last night, maybe that's the reason. Our school hosts a big and fancy graduation ceremony. There are togas, awards and diplomas. Lucy's boyfriend, Gideon is awarded 'best football player', the ultimate teacher's pet is awarded 'smartest student', Lucy is graduated 'most artistic student' and the list of awards goes on and on. And no, I'm not awarded shit. And I couldn't care less. I keep my nose stuck in my phone. Viktor's arrest and the exposure of

"What do you mean you have to leave?!""It means that I have to leave," Viktor nonchalantly shrugs as he pushes another shirt in his travel bag. "Hopefully, for a few days. A week the most.""But... You can't! You will miss my graduation ceremony!" I complain."I'm sorry, little one. I can't miss this deal," he says without even looking at me. He just keeps stuffing his travel bag with clothes. "I didn't want to tell you earlier. I got the call the other day, when was your Prom night. I didn't want to ruin your mood.""But that was two days ago! Why are you telling me the last moment?!" I throw myself sitting on the edge of the bed and cross my arms angry and confused. "Why didn't you tell me yesterday?!""I told you, I didn't want to ruin your mood," he says as he pulls the zipper of the bag."And you thought telling me an hour before your departure is the r

"This one really does looks good on you!""I like the first one better.""No one is asking you.""Can you two just shut up?" I scoff. "You are bickering like kids."So, as you probably guessed I'm together with Lucy and Viktor and we are picking a gown for the Prom night. It would have been funny if it wasn't annoying. The theme this year is "Spring magic" and I narrowed the options to three and truth be told, I am with Viktor in this.The first dress I tried and he liked is in gentle mint green. It has a deep V neck and open back, really high slash and is high split with the upper part being covered in rhinestones. It's truly beautiful and really sexy. I love how it suits me.The one Lucy liked is a princess type of big, in gentle pink, with open back and again is covered with rhinestones. I like it too, but I feel a little like a cake.

Have you ever wanted to have the ability to stop time? As the inevitability comes closer to becoming the bitter reality, have you ever wanted to be able to stop time? Yes? That's exactly how I feel.It's late March already. Spring is settling in, life seems to have awakened from the winter sleep. It's warmer, calmer, prettier. Nature's beauty is revived. Why don't I feel any calmer then?Viktor came to peace with the fact I'm not willing to give up on Berkeley. Or at least he pretends to have accepted it. He has, maybe, but I am not. I gave up on the hope of him following me to there. First, he promised to try everything possible to be with me but then he just defeatedly admitted that he will miss me.At first, his confession made me feel somehow loved by him. It melted me like butter. I liked his confession at first, but now... Now realisation has finally struck me. He has given up. He will not follow me to Berkel

"So? How did it go?""Uh?""The tour around the university. How did it go?""Oh... it was good. Yeah, it was good."After I drive for another six hours back to Long Beach, I come home to find Viktor carelessly lying on the couch in the living room and watching something on the TV. The moment I step a foot through the door I feel some sort of tension. Actually, I feel it since the other day on our way back from the vacation.We haven't talked about my choice of a university since then but there seem to be unspoken things that fuel this awkward tension between us."Did you do what you had to do?" I ask as I sit on one of the small stools in front of him, just wanting to start some sort of a dialogue. Have you ever felt so awkward around someone that you just feel the need to say something? That's how awkward I feel for a few days now."Hm?"

It's such a pity we have to leave already. I fell in love with this small neat town, its friendly people and beautiful landscape. Originally, we were supposed to stay for four nights but the weather was in my personal favour. It was heavily snowing during the last night of our stay, so instead of leaving on Wednesday morning, we leave on Thursday. I can't say I'm disappointed, a whole day being in complete privacy at a mountain cabin with Viktor only, is far from being a reason to complain. At first, Viktor was a little moody for having to stay closed in one place for over 24 hours but I know how to fastly turn that frown upside down. If you catch my drift. Anyways, this was just the perfect vacation and I will gladly accept people calling me names for being with Viktor if that means I will visit more such incredible places. "Do you want me to drive?" I offer my d