Sky Tate Novels & Stories

The other girls up on the stage are still dancing, but almost everyone’s attention is on the group huddled in the middle of the floor. I threw back the third one and snorted. I half choked, half laughed knowing that Star probably has some poor sap eating out of her ass cheeks and selling his soul for some bump and grind. It would also explain why Randy was a little short with me on what’s going on on the floor. He’s made it obvious that he liked her with the little things he did for her. My body warmed slightly and I asked him for two more shots when a couple of girls leaned on the counter next to me. “Oh my Gods, can you believe how hot he is?" Sakura squealed. She was a big Naruto fan and

I wave at her as I rush out of the kitchen before she asks me to spend time with her another day. I normally find the gym empty when I come down, but today Santino is around, and he is lifting some weights, as if he even needs to. His body is already in perfect shape, and the weights must weigh like paper to him. Besides that, he does look hot in black gym shorts and a black vest that shows off the large muscles on his arms. I wet my lips and averted my eyes instantly. I know he has noticed me staring, he notices everything; he just chooses what topic to speak about.

"That scumbag Hackett will play poker again tonight. I think he will come back very late. You have to stay with me longer." Theodore smiled. He leaned over and kissed Skye's face. He said proudly, "I made you a candlelight dinner tonight, so why would I leave? We can be together forever starting tonight." "Really?" Skye was delighted. There was a hint of ruthlessness in Theodore's smile. "Hackett, that scumbag, will never return. I told Kratos to tamper with his car. I suppose it's already done." What? Skye exclaimed, "You… you're going to kill him?" After all, they were husband and wife. When she heard the news from Theodore, she felt a little worried and uneasy.

“TikTok challenge???” “Skate outside her window with a boombox” I shook my head wearily. There was no art tied to any of them. What the hell was this list? Peter burped and said, “You could always just tattoo her name on your chest. That’s commitment, you know.” Mateo laughed at that. “Yeah, and when she dumps him again, we’ll just call him Property of Skylar Hayes forever.” I groaned and rubbed my forehead. “You guys are useless.”

I checked it and it said "Bro, Skylar is back" T.B.C

TATE That's right. The name's Tate. Tate fucking Parker. The one and only. Like no other. I'm legendary. You could say that I'm the alpha of this whole freaking campus. I mean, sure, there are competitors, but I thrive on crushing them. I'm the guy everyone wants a taste of. I have the whole damn place eating out of the palm of my hand; girls trailing behind me between classes like lost puppies, guys trying to copy my walk, my style, my vibe. Haha.

I needed that run but preferably far away from campus so I didn't try to find this Steve guy and rip him limb from limb. I was dressed in basketball shorts and a hoodie and I made sure to pack a spare pair of clothing. I left the room and went to my car. “Hi Jared," Tate greeted as I came downstairs. I smiled and dapped him up. Tate was a member of the pack and a very good friend of mine. We were both juniors at the university. He was dark skinned with hazel eyes and had the same height as me. “Are you done with your report yet?" he asked.

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

His presence seems to fill the entire room. It is not just his size, it is the power that radiates from his eyes when they land on mine. His brown shoulder-length hair is wild, and he is dressed in his red kilt, slightly different to Ethan’s. The sleeves of his cream shirt are rolled up to his elbows and I notice one of the tattoos on his forearms is a flower—a contrast to his otherwise hard demeanor. I grit my teeth, and hold my head high. I won’t cower before him.

"These were taken from a high vantage point." "I climbed a few trees to avoid being seen." "Your commitment is impressive." "Thanks, sir." He points to a photo where Dale is shaking hands with another man. "I'm not sure who that is yet, but there's a tattoo on his hand. A 'M' crossed out. I believe Dale works for him, and they're after whatever secret Hera knows." My blood turns cold as I look at the tattoo. "That can't be right," I murmur. It must be a mistake. It can't be him."