Novel & Cerita Shame Skyler Mason

"She took you away from me, Denver, she made you say things you shouldn't. And now, everyone sees her as the next Luna of the Moon Night pack." "Who is this she you speak of?" "Skylar." She answered. "Skylar Richardson." "My slave?" "That bitch." — JENNIFER'S P.O.V He shook his head, like he was trying not to accept the fact that what I actually said was the truth. "You're joking, right? There is no way I can have intimacy with that girl!" "You did, Denver, and everyone knows about that." "Then, I must have been under her spell. Please, forgive me, I wouldn't have left you and you know that." I smiled astonishingly, knowing that it was my time to finally have him all to myself.

"Say it, Reid. Out loud. Don't hide behind your boys." Mason’s head snapped toward me. For half a heartbeat something raw flashed across his face, not the usual cocky bullshit. Then it vanished, locked down tight behind that smirk he wore like second skin. “Ezra fucking Cole.” He let the skater drop. The kid scrambled away like his ass was on fire. “Didn’t know you cared so much about what I thought.” “I never cared.” I stepped right into his space, heart hammering so loud I was sure he could hear it. “But keep my name and my sport out your mouth when you’re trying to look hard for your brain-dead fan club.”

I dropped into a flawless, practiced slide-kneel—one knee on the floor, both hands holding up the scissors, loyalty written all over my face, my voice booming with shameless devotion. "Please, Your Majes—uh, I mean, Mr. Harrington, see the truth! Every fingerprint on these scissors belongs to Ryan! Just test them! My loyalty to you is as vast as the sky and as steady as the mountains—why would I ever destroy your gift?" The Sanders family's faces went green. Violet pointed at me in fury. "Pete! Do you have no shame?! Groveling like that brings nothing but disgrace to the Sanders name! What is wrong with you?!"

Sky Wilson is the NHL’s unbreakable “Ice Wall”—the goalie who never cracks, never fails, and never lets anyone see behind the mask. Until a public panic attack during a championship game shatters his reputation and puts his starting position at risk. Forced into mandatory therapy with the team’s brilliant new sports psychologist, Dr. Amira Frank, Sky expects another person trying to fix him. He doesn’t expect the only woman who sees the man behind the Wall… and refuses to look away. As the playoffs approach and someone inside the organization leaks his private struggles, Sky must decide how much he’s willing to risk to save his career—and whether the one person who can help him is the on

"Well, I don't know about that. If I get caught, I'll just say you made me do it." He raises his eyebrows at me. "Thanks for looking out for me," I say, dripping with sarcasm. Skyler moves away from the wall, heading to his BMW. "If you don't want to end up locked in a classroom with me, you better get in the car." "So, this is how you athletes are punished? Locked in a classroom for reflection?" I step down, standing beside Skyler's BMW. "Since you're so interested, why don't we experience it together?"

Have you ever seen me here with another woman? Skye ~”Now that you mention it, I have never. Why? It's so easy to pick up girls in a coffee shop.” Damon ~”Do you even want me to answer that?” Sensing she is uncomfortable, I change the subject. Damon ~”So how is Mason?” Skye ~”Frustrated that he cannot move around.” Damon ~”Does he not have crutches?” Skye ~”He refuses to use them.” Damon ~”That sounds like Mason. So what is he going to do when he can walk again?”

But I do needs answers as to why I was thrown into this Gods-forsaken school. As I rummage through my bag, an overly tall blonde man takes the seat on the other side of Luca while a petite flaming red-head takes place alongside Seyla. I'm immediatly on edge being so close to new faces. Being the traitors daughter has shown me not to be easy at trusting anyone. My time in Skyless Keep has taught me you never know anyones true intentions. "Pretty hot for a prisoner," The blonde finally speaks. "Don't start, Rowan." Luca grits out.

My blood boiled in my veins. I opened the door to the dressing room forcefully. Tears were streaming down my face as I looked at him. “Filthy? Slave? That’s what you really think of me!?” “Isn’t that what you are?” His reply was so cold it stunned me. “You were a fool to think that I would ever mate with you, even if the Moon Goddess fated it.” I blinked. What? “I reject you, Skye. I, Alex Wilder, reject you as my mate.”