Skeppy Face Novels & Stories

She even boasted many nice words about his appearance and kept badgering him for his contact information. Keegan knew what his face looked like. Vermont sighed with emotion every time and said if he looked like Keegan, he would not even need to say anything to chase girls. Girls would come to him to strike up a conversation wherever he stopped. However, girls rarely did that with this face on Keegan because his expression was always unfriendly, and it shut people out. Yet, Stella dared to do it. Not only did she stare at him directly, but she also teased him.

My eyes burned from the brightness as I sat up. "Dude, what the fuck?" I barked. "You're not going to believe this," Smokey choked out between his heavy breaths. "Gearhead is back... and he has a Skeletor." My ears perked as I jumped out of bed with excitement. "What do you mean he has a Skeletor?"

I walk towards her, "Hello, im Skye. What's your name??" I ask as I bent down into his level. "Hello, im Sky." He said shyly. I smiled and replied. "Ohhh we have the same name, My name is Spelled S-K-Y-E, what about yours??" I ask, smiling at him. "My name is spelled S-K-Y" He said grinning at me. "So No E??" He nods. "Ok Sky with no E do you want a cupcake??" I ask him. He nods.

But- "Hey." an unfamiliar voice called. I looked up to see a tall, new face. The alpha whom I was paired up with. He stood there like a model. He was breathing rather heavily with his lips partly separated. A thin line of sweat slowly dripped down from the side of his face. I squinted my eyes and looked. He had a few scars around his face, one near the eyebrow and one right next to his lips. Other scars were too small to notice.

"What do you need?" I ask, unable to look into his eyes when his dick is right there in front of me. I lick my lips in anticipation, "My mouth?" "Your pretty face. Look up," he instructs, holding my face with a gentle hand and placing his thumb on my lips. I catch it on my mouth and I suck on it while looking up. Farrow grunts and jerks himself harder for a second, “You’re so fucking pretty. My Sky.”

Stupid fan! “Six, why are you here?” the guy asked. His number one fan was right about him being Spanish. “Well, I’m here to get breakfast, but I also wanted to introduce you to someone,” Six replied. “I'm actually meeting someone in your life?” the guy scowled. “Trust me, I'm just as shocked that I’m doing this. Rochelle Solano, meet Five. Five, Rochelle,” Six introduced Prominent, I repeat.. “Really?” I couldn't help but giggle. “I feel like I’m missing something here,” Five admitted.

I gave Elura a reassuring smile in which both her and Wynter looked at me with the same uncanny expression. It didn’t help that they looked almost exactly the same save for Wynter’s hair being a tad bit shorter, but yes, they were pretty much giving me an unconvinced look. “What? Did you manage to figure out how to clone yourself?” Wynter asked jokingly. Just then, the door opened and Skye stepped inside, his closest friend in the Pack, Dax, right behind him. “Better. He’s got me.” Skye said with so much confidence I’m honestly here contemplating when the hell he got so good at this.

he said and put his phone backs pocket " He's looking for you," he said I think Singto was shocked earlier when he saw Off and that Slut kissing that's why he was stunned. I returned from my senses when I heard a cold bottle on my face " That's cold" "What's with that facial expression?" " Earlier I bumped singto and he was looking very strange, I thought you fight again, but now I guess I know why he looks like that" I answered him " uhhm bro, I have a question and please answer me honestly" I added

It's still creepy as hell. As I take in the sight, I notice a bobblehead version of myself on his desk. I have to blink rapidly to make sure I'm not hallucinating. And then I see it – the mini puck with my face on it in the corner of his office. I can't help but shake my head in disbelief. Ari didn't even have all this stuff, and she was the one who claimed to be my biggest fan.

"Hang on. Don't tell me that's why you came at me with two machetes in hand and hunted me down the streets like a dog. I didn't do anything!" I let out a self-deprecating laugh. I now knew that in Joshua's eyes, I was nothing but a clown—a pet he could toy with as he pleased. Well, why should I stick around to be the object of their jokes?