Sket Novels & Stories

Looking over her shoulder, he could see the curve of her ass sticking up. "Now any time you need a pen or something, Ms Skye will assist you, Jim." Harvitz said, giggling. Skye laughed quietly at him, her breath smelled like mint and honey. The class was total torture. Not only was Skye's beautiful face and body totally distracting, but Harvitz was aiming almost all of his questions at Jim. Whenever he was posed a question, Skye would move slightly or breathe a bit heavily, throwing his mind off completely. Will a supreme effort of will he got control and managed to concentrate on Amenhotep III enough to spoil Harvitz's fun.

She winks, then heads back to the common room, leaving Skye alone again. Skye shuts the door and grabs her phone, her fingers hovering over the screen. She opens her messages and types out a quick text to Knox. “Hey” She hits send, her heart melting in anticipation as she stares at the screen, waiting for a reply but none came. She bites her lip, then types again. “I really liked the kiss.” She adds a blushing emoji, then hesitates before hitting send.

I am in so much trouble with this guy. The tendrils of need that had been curling at the bottom of my belly dissipate as I elbow him in the ribs. With a quick kiss, he leads me through the deserted lobby to the counter where they keep the rental skates. Disappearing through the side door, he asks, "What size are you?" "Eight," I answer, still wondering what he's up to. A few moments later he returns with an ugly pair of brown rental skates, which he holds by the blades in one hand. "Okay, let's go."

Damon rubbed his eyes. He wanted to believe that. It was stupid, really. If this whole thing with talking was just meant to get him to drop his guard, then it was working. Wasn’t he smarter than this? He tried to pull his anger and hate forward, to shield himself from unfortunate emotions—but he was so tired of being angry. He sighed as he turned toward her. "How many witches are in Scanthin ?” “I only know about one,And that is me Scarlett." Scar murmured, holding herself tightly.Damon advanced on her and she backed into the wall, staring up at him with wide eyes. “Why should I believe you?”

His voice deepened menacingly. “Y… your pack? I… I passed out and I…” my voice faded as I leaned back several steps until I crashed against the wall. His stare only got intense and I could also tell my time was ticking. The walls didn't scream comfortable to me anymore; they were compromising. It's been decades since we had a pack member of the Skull Pack cross into our territory. Are you looking for a battle?” He thundered. Skull pack? That was my pack, and we were sworn rivals to a particular pack; a deadly war that made both of our packs come to a truce that lasted for fifteen years.

Very weird. * To Be Continued *

Both of them were content and if they could, they would stay forever in each other’s arms. FIN

"Why would you.. " he asked but I wasn't listening anymore. I snatched his phone from Aunt Gracy but was met with password I wanted to hand it over to him to press his password but he beat me to it by telling me "The password is kejogmet" "okay" I said pressing the password and it unlocked though in my mind, I was surprised. I can remember overhearing NataliesN conversation with Jeanette and Eleanor when Natalie complained Kendall wont tell her his phone's password.

His piercing dark eyes staring like a cobra seeking its prey. " You might want to run now Angel "