Sket Novels & Stories

I had dedicated myself to exploring the island, discovering that Abbie had a vegetable garden, and not only had Peter and Wendy (her chickens) but she also had a considerable number of young which she called the lost boys. She also had a wild hog and a pet monkey. The worst thing is that those last two, they acted ridiculously excited as soon as they saw her. It was clear that, as soon as he saw me near her, Pumba, as Abbie had forced me to call him, had tried to pierce me with one of his very sharp fangs, so I had stayed away ever since. And let’s not remember the fact that George had thrown me bananas, mangoes and whatever fruit he came across.

Their skins turning pale, their bodies having sparse flesh atop its skeletal framework and veins turning black making them look more or like zombies. The remaining four had to find a cure for this ailment, "Black Death"; they called it, Kimora was created by them, it came with a price, killing everyone with dark matter and three of the elders died in the process, Kimora was so powerful it did the job but a little too well having a mind of its own the last Elder saw this as a threat had the Kimora gotten rid of and he vanished not to be seen again.

“Do you accept Alexander Vegter and Rowen Vegter as your Alpha and Beta?” “WE DO!” The pack roars in unison, the sound shaking the floor. “Then with the full faith of the Goddess,” Declan announces, his voice full and proud, “I present to you—Alpha Alexander Vegter and Beta Rowen Vegter!”

Skye was 18 years old and blossoming into a lady at least as smart and beautiful as her mother but she didn't realize it. Skye was 5'2 and weighed 100lbs. She had long strawberry blonde hair cut to look like her mother's and she had violet eyes. She was an athlete at school, a member of the varsity soccer team and her body reflected her training. She was thin and taut. Her legs and buttocks were muscular and she had a flat stomach. Her hips were a big wider and more sensual than her mothers and her breasts were of comparable size, she wore a 30B bra. Her skin was very white, a bit pale as she was unable to tan like her mother. She often wore cloth shorts and tank tops befitting a high school

There was a dragon tattooed down his whole back. Looked so lifelike. I was half expecting it to start moving. My eyes trailed further down to his lower back, where the letters S.I.X were inscribed. So wait six isn't actually a number, but an acronym? He turned slightly, enough for me to get a view of his front, but not for him to see me standing there.

“So Miss McKenna really insists on drinking the punishment wine instead of the toast?” Boss Trent snarled, propping himself up against the doorframe. He snatched a gun from one of his men and aimed it directly at her. Skye didn’t even flinch. Her snow-pale fingers spun her gun playfully. She didn’t look at him—instead, she turned slightly toward her ten men behind her. “Any problems?” “None!” They instantly understood her meaning. Skye gave a faint nod of satisfaction, then finally looked at Boss Trent. “You’re looking a little rough, Trent. But I’ve always had a spine—I like drinking the punishment wine. So…”

Neo’s POV Sitting at my desk, my mind is consumed by the image of Skyler, completely engulfed in those Scarabs she fondly referred to. It's astonishing how she fearlessly caressed them, treating them as harmless creatures, before they obediently scurried away from her and disappeared into the earth. It's as if they hold no threat, no potential for danger or death. This scene continues to play in my mind, leaving me both fascinated and perplexed by Skyler's unwavering trust in these seemingly treacherous insects.

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Skylar froze in shock. ***

I pull it out slowly, unfolding it slowly like it might bite me. His I*******m handle is scrawled in sharp black ink. I stare at it for a few long seconds before letting out a breath and opening the search bar. “A little I***a-stalking won’t hurt anything,” I mumble to myself. The screen loads, and I blink at the header. His profile picture is a black-and-white photo of him with a sculpture in the background. His username is just his name. His bio just says: Sculpteur. Paris. Matière et émotion: Sculptor. Paris. Material and emotion.