Sky High Bully Novels & Stories

Sky nods, before snuggling next to me in the bed. “I like the way you smell,” she tells me. I stroke her hair. “And I like the way you smell.” Sky falls silent, and I think she has fallen asleep, when she suddenly says, “I am hungry.” While I barely touched any food today, I am fairly sure Sky ate well. Blade would never let a pup starve. “Do you want me to make you a sandwich?” “I need blood,” she says. For a moment, I forgot Sky is a hybrid.

Sky taps her lip. A slow, delighted smile spreads across her flawless face. “Jackson could be S.H.A.R.K.” We lean in eagerly. “Sulky. Hotheaded. Arrogant. Roguish. Kind-of-cute.” We lose it. “He could also be …” Sky continues, wicked now, “D.E.V.I.L.” I arch a brow. “That feels on the nose.” She shrugs. “Dangerous. Emotionally damaged. Violent. Indisputable. Loyal.”

I explain. Tyler, enamored with his uncle, suggests Apache, Chinook, and Black Hawk. He enjoys time with his uncles and their military stories, so he now knows several military words and phrases. Sky lists Remi, Buddy, or Rocky. I add Bo, Riley, and Duke. Tyler throws out Buddy, claiming that’s an elf name. Sky states we can’t have a dog named Black Hawk, and I want to exclude Rocky.

Steve pov: The blood in my veins boiled as I stepped forward, my voice shaking with fury. "How dare you hurt my brother," I roared at the group of bullies. The crowd around us fell silent, their eyes locked on us as they recorded the scene on their phones. My fist connected with a bully's face in a satisfying thud, sending a jolt of energy through my arm. Another bully appeared and blocked my way, trying to stop me from hitting. I felt a wave of anger surge through me and I couldn't help but lash out.

I grinned at my boys, who were all looking nervous except for Mancini. I'd warned, I warned them all that my kid was a whole other breed of fucked up, but they all, to a man, claimed she was just a baby. My phone rang on my hip with the first strains of The Dark Army by Rok Nardin. Mengele's demented ass was calling. "It's in the bunny." I snapped my fingers at the boys to get their attention. "How do you know?" "I know." "Ryder, does your ex have a bunny?"

I made my way into the room as I caught a glance of him feeding strawberries to a slim faired lady dressed almost half naked while she sat on his thighs making slow lap dances. A sting of jealousy went through me as I moved towards him. “Get off you bitch” I said as I pushed her away from his lap making her loose balance and hitting the floor. “Wha— I made sure he made no further sound as I slapped him hard across the face. He stood up abruptly looking so surprised but I was filled with enough blinding rage to even flinch. “How dare you slap me, Elena Montgomery!” He roared. “It’s Elena Silverton in case you forgot, have you no shame?” I said breaking down as I looked around the room.

" I can't believe I how to apply for that competition and let me trade me the way he did I just can't get over the fact that I wasn't his cup of tea and I get that but he could have just told me that I can do it for him instead of just cheating on me for the past five years can you believe? " " I can't believe that Melissa has been sleeping with him I mean I knew that there was something going on between them and I thought it was the same thing that we had like the same friendship that we had but it was something totally different and you know when your significant other is emotionally tapped out and emotionally invested in someone else. " Sky has brown floppy curls , deep set brown eyes and

Stepping out of the car, I let out a relaxed breath, ready to embrace whatever the day at college might bring. I'm Xander Baston, the affluent, indulged scion of the Baston family. My mother is of Greek descent, and my father boasts Viking lineage. I embody the perfect fusion of looks and strength. When it comes to chiseled good looks, 'tall, dark, and handsome' barely scratches the surface. With a sculpted physique radiating power and prestige, I'm a living masterpiece, with glossy brown eyes. Every girl on campus desires me, despite knowing my ruthless nature.

“And bad things don’t like good people.” Riley’s eyes searched mine for a moment, and something in him seemed to relax, as if that answer made the world right again. “Oh,” he whispered. “Okay.” Caleb picked the story back up, confidence returning. “So I raised my sword high, and with a shout—HIYAH!—I fought the biggest one first. It tried to bite me, but I was faster. It was a long fight, and me and my friends were all fighting back to back. They kept on coming, growling at us—rawwrrr—and they kept trying to bite us too. But we didn’t give up, because heroes never give up!”

He was unusually large but with a baby face. He had seen people like this before. They were brilliant. They always came first in class. But she didn’t think they had this body figure. They were always slender and looked malnourished even if they were overfed, but Obinna’s look contradicted her preconceived notion.