Skye Paw Patrol Fan Art Novelas e Histórias

Hakan warned as he stopped right next to Skye who has her eyes focused solely on the first claw machine that got her interest. “Despite how short I am compared to you, I am an adult and can handle myself. If I do ever get lost, I can ask around. So, please, for the love of god, don’t smother me,” she mumbled at him. If it wasn’t for the Alpha’s enhanced hearing and their proximity he might have never heard what she had said. “I’ve already had enough of people smothering me.” She added but this time a faint whisper. “All right then. Go ahead and have fun. Just don’t go to any rides yet.” Skye just ignored the Alpha as she continued on playing on the claw machine, intending to win and take hom

He is looking at us, curious about what Skye’s problem is. “Do you want to go home?” I asked Skye while rubbing his back. Skye nodded without removing his hug from my neck. “I don't want to leave yet! There's so much more I want to see!” Sunny grumbled. I spread my arms to bring Sunny here and hug her. “We need to go home.” “But, Mummy. I still want to see a lot of art. I haven’t been to that side yet.” She pointed to the other side.

MEANWHILE – DEAN’S MANSION | SKYE'S ROOM Skye lay on her bed, her face buried in her pillow as soft sobs escaped her lips. Her friend, Paisley a white-skinned girl, sat beside her, gently rubbing her back in an attempt to soothe her. “Skye, please stop crying already. You’re going to make yourself sick,” Paisley murmured, concerned. “Leave me alone. How could he do that to me?” Skye’s voice trembled between her tears. “He ditched me and didn’t even bother to send a message since last night.”

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 cups my face, brushing my tears away, just as there’s a light knock on the door. I almost turn away, about to wipe my tears but he doesn’t remove his hand. “It’s just Sky,” he says as the door opens, and she pops her head in followed by Malevolent. “Kat…” she says, her eyes glittering as she runs over and wraps her arms around me. Tucking her legs under her she sits beside me and pulls me close. Malevolent purrs against my ankles, rubbing against me. “I am going to chop his dick off and cut it into as many pieces as there are Caribbean islands,” Skyla threatens.

*** Later that night, Skye sat on her bed surrounded by photography notes, half-finished concepts, and a laptop she had barely touched. She should have been worrying and thinking about Jonas. But, instead, she kept looking at the picture she took earlier of the biker. How perfectly she had captured his expression. It was the kind of photograph photographers waited months to capture. Before she could stop herself, she uploaded it with a simple caption. **Does anyone know this handsome guy?** She expected a few likes, and maybe some comments. Nothing more. But, her phone buzzed once and wouldn't stop buzzing again. Skye frowned and picked it up. She realized that the post was already spreading

"Hey, Skye." "Hey girl," Skye replies as she holds her hand out. I drop both mine and Finn's gym passes into her palm. She swipes them into the card processor. I take a moment to drag my eyes across her brightly coloured tattoos, briefly wondering what I would look like with them, not that I ever would. "How're you doing, Finn?" she asks him with a sly grin, looking over the counter at his cast. "Fantastic, thanks for asking," Finn sarcastically replies.

On the one hand they were both in love with Sam – I wasn’t sure if Skye had grown out of her feelings – and on the other, Sam had chosen Diana as his mate. Nothing about this friendship of theirs felt right but it had nothing to do with me. I gritted my teeth, knowing for sure that they could be planning something together, even though I had no idea what it could be. Skye stood tall, trying to project an aura that would have made me cower years ago. Not anymore bitch. I thought. I shook her hand some more and shaking it firmly, a sign I needed her to see, to know that this Violet was the best warrior across packs.

I added Skye sighs and gave an earpiece. I looked at her confused but she didn't bother explaining. Skye stood there and changes her form into someone else. I watched as Skye's skin started to look like a reptile's. She started to grow scales where she previously had none. Her skin turned green and soon she begins to look like the librarian. She chuckles, "How'd I do?" "You look exactly like the librarian." I muttered in awe "Thanks. It's the first time I'm copying her so... wish me luck."

“These are amazing. No one is going to throw them away. I will by frame for these so you can give them out. Obviously, these picture are for who you drew. What about the others?” “The wolf is for Arlo. Patrick, I wasn’t really sure what to do. Maybe one of these?” “Can you draw a moon? Like make a night sky? He would love that.” “That’s easy enough to do.” It really was. I could start on it after the phone call. The wolf should be finished by 4pm. “You really are a sweet, caring soul.” Waylon smiled at me. “Thanks. I really do try to make sure people feel loved. I don’t know what else to do for everyone as a thank you.”