Novel & Cerita Shame Skyler Mason

she used her heels towards the door limping. Julius shook his head, it was clear his boss want to punish him. if not why did he assign him such a job? The madam is too persistent, nothing like their previous madam who gladly does as the boss want. Skylar was running a race to catch up with her last but not least lesson for the day. She was praying so hard to not land in trouble. This is her first time keeping herself late for her class. "Skylar.." the lecture's voice startled her, she turned her head slowly to meet the hard face of Mrs. Jonathan, there was a frown on her face.

"If I knew you were Mr. Danial Blake's son, I'd never have agreed to be your legal director." My daughter looked at him curiously and whispered, "Mommy, why does that guy's face look so pale?" I kissed her forehead and said, "Because he did something wrong, and he knows it." "What did I do wrong?!" Alexander lunged at me, trying to pull me into a hug, not caring at all about his wife, who was still on the ground, screaming. I turned my face away, stepping aside. I did not want to get tangled up in the past.

He said, breathless, "You will have to pay for my maligned reputation, you real b*tch, Kayla Creswell!" ------- Hospital Basement, Red River Clan Skyla just couldn't believe what was happening. Instead of threatening her with glares, the three she-lycans stood there still, hanging their heads low out of respect with the center one pouring out sweetly. "Ma'am, please come outside!" The superintendent said politely. Skyla stood on her feet, her eyes cautiously gaping at the tree as she took slow steps outside the cage. She noticed that the she-lycans were gaping at something secretly. She followed their gazes, just to land on her right wrist.

Skylar's POV 1:00 am. My parents were sound asleep in their room. Chicken was sound asleep in my room, curled up on my bed. The moon was up in the night sky, glowing brightly. And I, Skylar Anderson, was dressed up in a black T-shirt and jeans, my favourite denim jacket, and some butt-kicking motorcycle boots. When I looked at myself in the mirror, I realized that I kind of resembled those actors in gangster movies. I looked like one of those sketchy dudes lurking around the creepy alleyways of New York city, having anything but good intentions.

Celina held the ball but didn't make any attempt to pass it back, saying, "Don't feel like it." "Why do I keep seeing you everywhere? Are you stalking me?" Who said we wouldn't meet again, yet here you are before the day is even over. Well, that's good. This gives me the opportunity to confront you about this morning as well. "Are you paranoid or something? Who's stalking you? I know you're here; I haven't come before." The man was not only arrogant and womanizing, but also delusional. Celina felt sorry for his seemingly wasted good looks.

I looked up at the woman who had a devilish smirk across her pretty face as she watched me wince in pain. "Miss, what are you doing? This man seems to already be in pain… If you do anything else, he could die." "Exactly, Lou. A brat like this shouldn't be allowed to live. The entire country hates him anyway, killing him would be seeking justice for the victims." "Miss, this man, is he…" "Yes, Lou." She replied with a dark gaze, "He's Thomas Landon's son, Mason Landon."

Whenever he remembers those acts of his, he shivered, too cringe to handle. There was one time when: "Sky, please let me in. I've been sleeping on the sofa for three days now." "I don't care." "... but my back hurts already." "I don't care." Shall I call him Mr. IDC from now on? "Aw! Sky, help! Aw." Hearing a scream outside, Sky who was still in an "angry mode" rushed to open the door, afraid that something happens to Kole but how can he not see the trick in there?

“I don’t share. I don’t want to share you with anyone. In the flesh, and on the canvas. The ones downstairs are as far as I go.” I liked that. I liked the possessive side of Shane. As scary and as crazy as it can be sometimes. I loved it. Okay. Next question. Would he answer this one? “Your back… can you tell me the truth about the scars?” His body tensed against mine and his fingers dug into my hips. “I told you. They’re birthmarks.” The look in his eyes changed. His tone was closer to the one I was used to him using with me. “Don’t do that. Please. Stay with me,” I pleaded.

"Maya, do you think they'll leave you alone? Look at what happened after our relationship was revealed, and now you want to face those people who will taunt you with their comments?" "So, am I supposed to just stay silent? Even now, our child in heaven won't find peace, seeing people view him as the product of an affair, and I'm seen as the cheating woman. This will make it even harder for me in the entertainment industry," Maya said with a high tone. She grabbed her phone, but Samuel held her hand. "Don't stop me if you're not going to help me. But don't blame me if the internet explosion spreads; you can't blame it if your son sees this!"

We were near a small clearing, and I thought I could sketch the landscape. I sang softly to the song that I asked them to play at my fathers funeral, "Yelling at the sky, Screaming at the world. Baby, why'd you go away? I’m still your girl, Holding on too tight, Head up in the clouds, Heaven only knows where you are now..." Hunter laid across my legs, as I drew in my book. "How do I love? How do I love again? How do I trust, How do I trust again? I stay up all night, tell myself I'm alright. Baby, you're just harder to see than most, I put the record on, wait ’til I hear our song. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost. Every night, I'm dancing with your ghost..." I pulled out the unopened