Shadow Sk8 The Infinity Novels & Stories

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

The guy looked like he’s in twenties but he has a nasty scar on his left cheek. “Where do you think you’re going, little miss?” He gave me a spine-chilling grin. He looks like a drug addict in my real world. I wonder if he is here. Or perhaps, he’s one of Dubheasa’s henchmen sent to murder me again. But one thing for sure, he’s giving me an eerie vibes at the moment. “Who are you?” I tried to collect all the courage flowing through my body just to ask that. “You don’t need to know. But I want to add you to my collection. You’re kinda my type. What’s your name, little miss?” He smiled pervertedly, making my body shiver in terror.

Tonight, I made it real. I’d met the four of them through a discreet app — all older, all hung, all verified. They were waiting for me when I slipped into the dimly lit clubhouse at 11:30 PM. The place was perfect: old leather couches, a big padded bench in the center, lockers along the walls, and just enough light from the emergency bulbs to see everything. They were already shirtless when I walked in. “Tyler, right?” the tallest one said. His name was Jax — 28, 6’3”, ripped gym worker with a thick beard and a massive bulge already straining his shorts. “You sure you want all four of us at once for your birthday?”