Skylar Greene Novels & Stories

Grey awaited her. “Good afternoon, Skylar. Please, take a seat,” Ms. Grey greeted her with a warm smile. Skylar nervously settled into the chair, clutching a folder containing all the paperwork from her divorce. “Thank you for seeing me, Ms. Grey, I need your help.”

"No! Of course not. I'm just... curious. Girls love gossiping about these things, you know." "Do you care about him?" "No... no! I told you, I don't care." I shake my head as I speak. "Then don't ask." Skyler doesn't look at me; his focus is entirely on the road. "Why are you... so agitated?" Every time someone teases me about Kyle, it's him. When I ask about Kyle's whereabouts, his eagerness resurfaces. "I'm not agitated. Not at all, Scarlett." "Don't distract me while I'm driving."

POV ATLAS BURNAM Why did I take an interest in Skylar? The answer is pretty simple. I am an ancient creature, a creature of the moon. I am a werewolf and Skylar is my mate. The day of the big match was the day I turned 18 which is when werewolves are able to sense or smell their mates out. I was looking forward to it since I was going to get my perfect other half who would love me for eternity and we will have our happily ever after, the one that humans long for so much.

Skylar I was crashing on Mila’s couch that night, stuffed with ice cream and junk food, staring at the ceiling while she snored in the next room. My mind wouldn’t shut off. Ryder was still in that cell, I had begged my sister who was a lawyer to do something and after giving up half myself she was pulling strings for a bail hearing at dawn, and the Reeds were probably plotting their next move. I don't know why she helped me against our parents, her real parents which she never will, but shw did. But before all that before I faced my adoptive parents or the pack wars or whatever ancient power was bubbling inside me I needed to handle the small fish first. The ones who’d hurt me personally. Ma

I murmured too quiet for anyone else to hear. She nodded once and I felt her straighten beside me. She understood the game even if she’d never played at this level before. My attention cut across the room to where Skylar sat with her legal team and beside her sat a man I recognized from intelligence reports but had never met in person. Lance Silvermist. Skylar’s son, the one who’d been quietly building support for their claim while staying out of direct spotlight. He was bigger than his mom, built like a warrior. Nis eyes tracked over Astrid with cold assessment, no warmth or recognition in his expression.

"Thank you for being honest with me Caeleb. You already know what all I have done. When the time is right, what if I'm not good? What if I do something wrong?" "Skyla, stop. There is no need to get worked up over s*e*x*. I could be saying the same thing or I could be worrying that I'm not big enough to please you." "Oh you are plenty big enough from what I felt earlier." "Skyla!" "What?" "You are going to be the death of me, beautiful."

“Arabella.” “Adrian and our boy, Axel.” Adrian said. “Nice to meet you guys. I’m a lifestyle content creator.” "I thought this…" she gestured around them, sweeping her hand across the terrace. "This is beautiful and I would love your permission to capture it for my followers.” Arabella hesitated. “Followers?” Skylar chuckled, “My I*******m family. Just a little over 500.” Arabella didn't hesitate further. “Sure.” This was Denver, they don't know anyone here.

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

Clay said. "Well, I will reject her and settle down with Stasia. Enough of this mate shit. I want to be rid of the bond. I don't want to crave her anymore," I said, and Clay shrugged. "Well, good for you, but I am willing to see what happens with Scarlett. I know she can't be that bad and just needs patience. The girl had just lost her only surviving parent, and her world was turned upside down. If anything, she is a strong woman and Luna material." Maxwell said, and I couldn't believe both of them.

In pictures, Skylar always appeared aloof and haughty, but she turned out to be a gentle young lady in real life. Skylar appeared to be around 18 or 19, her looks seamlessly melding a touch of aloofness with youthful innocence. When she smiled, it was as if a porcelain doll had been animated. Her allure was further enhanced by a teardrop-shaped mole beneath her eye, lending a hint of warmth to her overall presence.