Ray_Ray_skies

I'm so far behind with my book Frankie and Jackson's happiness because I've been busy with the second part of Evan’s return, and this time Reilly is in charge of her own story because it is Reilly’s path 

The living room was a chaotic masterpiece of blue streamers, discarded wrapping paper, and the rich scent of chocolate. In the center of the "Pack," Santiago sat on his play mat, his face a disaster zone of blue frosting and pure joy. He had already "smashed" his personal mini-cake, much to the delight of Howleen, who was busy recording the whole thing for her social platforms. Look at that technique! Howleen laughed, pointing her phone at the toddler. "He’s not just eating it; he’s wearing it. That’s a wolf move right there. Reilly sat on the floor behind her son, laughing as she wiped a smudge of icing off his nose. She felt Hani sit down beside her, leaning into her shoulder. It was a moment of absolute, uncomplicated happiness the kind of moment Reilly once thought was impossible. Alright, birthday boy," Reilly said, pulling a large box wrapped in shimmering gold paper toward them. Let’s see what Auntie Clawdeen got you.  Santiago let out a determined Ooh! and lunged for the paper. With Reilly’s help, he shredded the wrapping to reveal a tiny, custom-made faux-leather jacket with a small wolf embroidered on the back. It’s for the fall collection! Clawdeen announced, clapping her hands. He’s going to be the most stylish cub in the park.
          Next came the "heavy hitter gift from Clawd—a set of soft, oversized building blocks that looked suspiciously like they were designed to help a toddler build a fortress. Every king needs a castle, Little Man .

The Sweetest Victory

The limo was idling at the curb near their home when a figure stepped out from the darkness of the trees. 
          
          The streetlights caught the sharp .
          
          Desperate features of Evan Watterson. He looked disheveled, frantic, and completely out of his mind.
          
          "Reilly!" he shouted, stepping toward the car. "Stop! We need to talk! I have rights!"
          
          The air didn't just turn cold .
          
          It turned lethal. Clawd stepped out of the front seat before the door was even fully open. His transformation wasn't full, but his eyes were glowing like twin embers, and his teeth were lengthening.
          
          

The Historian of Skull Shore

Frankie I don’t understand. Jackson muttered, adjusting his glasses. A map to chocolate? A riddle about 'growing'? Is Sasha planning a community garden? It’s far too early for a botanical scavenger hunt. The final clue They reached the kitchen, where the faint, sweet scent of yeast and warm dough hung in the air. Frankie walked straight to the oven, her internal sensors picking up the heat signature. She opened the door to reveal the single, golden bread roll resting on the center rack. The Scientist's Logic Jackson stared at the roll. A single unit of bread? The caloric density is insufficient for a family breakfast. What is the variable here, Frankie the Spark of Joy
          Frankie giggled softly, a sound that finally made Jackson stop his mental equations. She turned to him, her eyes glowing with a vibrant, electric blue.
          Jackson, stop calculating the crust-to-crumb ratio," Frankie said, placing a hand on his arm. "Sasha is pregnant again. We are getting another grand baby! There's a 'bun in the oven,' Jackson. 
          The information finally cleared the "morning fog" in Jackson’s brain. His eyes went wide, and for a split second, a small orange spark flickered in his hair—a tiny, happy "Holt" moment. another one? Jackson breathed, a huge grin breaking across his face. "Mathematically, the house is going to be at 150% capacity! The energy! The joy!  the need for more baby-proof shielding The Family Reunion
          Sasha, Theo, and Leo stepped out from the shadows of the dining room. Leo was still holding his snake plushie, pointing at Frankie . Sasha leaned against Theo, watching her parents absorb the news. Surprise , she said softly. "I told you they'd figure it out. Frankie rushed over .
          I am officially ordering a double shipment of '
          De-Stressing' salts. We have another one on the way. The Growing Pack
          The news is out, the bread is warm, and the manor is officially buzzing .

The Great Realization

Within the first week, the numbers were staggering. 100,000 copies flew off the shelves, trending on every major digital platform from Boo-York to the human suburbs. Sasha’s face, half covered by the artistic mist of Skull Shore, graced the covers of magazines across both realms. A Permanent Place in History The most emotional moments for Sasha didn't happen on the global stage, however; they happened at home. Monster High Library  A special first-edition copy was placed in a glass display case right at the entrance of the library. It sat between the ancient scrolls of Egypt and the scientific journals of the original Frankenstein. Monster Vill Public Library: In the town where she once felt like an outsider, a giant banner hung across the main hall, Local Author, Global Voice . The School Reading Jackson walked past the display every morning on his way to his lab, stopping for just a second to adjust his glasses and smile at his daughter’s name in print. The Family’s Pride The  manor was overflowing with congratulatory flowers, telegrams, and gift baskets. Heat and Abbey hosted a celebratory brunch where the centerpieces were miniature replicas of the book. I’ve been reading it to Jacob at night, Heat admitted, his voice cracking with emotion. It’s better than any fairy tale because it’s ours. Jacob had become the unofficial "PR Manager" at school. He walked around with a copy tucked under his arm, showing the kids the dedication page. To Jacob, may your fire always light the way for others. Even the former bullies were now asking for his autograph, hoping he’d get Sasha to sign their books. The Human World Bridge The book did something no one expected  it started a conversation in the human world about acceptance. Teachers in human schools began using Sasha’s story to talk about diversity and the importance of looking past the exterior parts  to see the soul within .

heyy!! i just wanted to let you know that i published chapter 18 of my fic spring morning!! if you have time to vote (ik u always support me so ty) i’d be sooo grateful. tysm ur so amazing ahh ❤️

Jacob,Sasha said softly through the speaker, I love you, and I think your smile is legendary. But I'm just a voice in a box right now. You’re standing in a room with the two people who love you more than anyone in any dimension.Sasha looked past the camera at Abbey and Heat, her eyes signaling that it was time for the parents to take the lead. "I think you need to talk to your mom and dad about what's really making school feel like a mountain today. The Real Fear Jacob’s lower lip trembled. He looked at the floor, his little fingers twisting the strap of his backpack. "It’s everything," he whispered. Everyone expects me to be a 'Great Stein' like Grandpa Jackson and a 'Strong Yeti' like you, Mom. But sometimes I just want to be Jacob. At school, I have to be 'The Boy Who Glows.' It’s heavy. Heat pulled Jacob into a firm hug, his warmth balancing out Abbey’s chill. Buddy, you don't have to be a 'Great' anything yet. You just have to be a kid who likes kickball and drawing. If school feels heavy because of the pressure, we can change the plan. We are a team first and a legacy second.The Parenting Pivot Abbey nodded, her icy eyes softening. We do not send you to school to be a trophy Jacob. We send you to find your own magic. If the school is making you feel like an experiment, then your father and I will go have a very 'frosty' talk with the principal."