Skylar Grey & Eminem Novels & Stories

From time to time, our eyes met, and his grey ones would pry into my hazel eyes. The worst part was that Emma even caught sight of me, and her piercing glare was also on me. It got difficult for me to breathe, and my throat was uncomfortable. Skyler kept giving me commentary on different pieces but I could hardly listen. "Van Diaz and Blue's Secret is a good matchup. I should do something similar with Arcrest. It is painful to admit it but Xander is a genius when it comes to business and investments." Skyler said with a bitter tone. "Can you excuse me? I want to use the ladies' room quickly." I suddenly mentioned which Skyler didn't expect. This place was getting stuffy. I needed to take a b

The night breeze was as cold as the savanna forest. The street was quiet for an unknown reason perhaps it was late. She still has a puzzle to solve. The handsome face of Damon displayed in her mind and the quick kiss they shared on the altar or should I call it a peck? Skylar lifted her left hand to touch her bottom lip " Gush! Sky" she puffed. Her voice came in a low tone. It felt like his charming soft perfect lips were still on hers. The feeling of his lips was very good, it was like Sky was obsessed with Mr. Willy since she was fighting her mind not to think of love.

“You’re calling the cops?” “No, I’m calling an ambulance. You said there are children. They need medical attention, we can report the accident later. Write down your details, please.” He handed me a black notebook. The front is embossed with gold lettering. Greyson Elliot. Slack-jawed, I glanced at the notebook, then cast my gaze over the God before me. It can’t be? It’s not possible. He has Greyson’s eyes but nothing else. Greyson Elliot is a scrawny, acne-ridden geek and dirt poor. And I haven’t laid eyes on him in a decade.

Too bad this war is going to put the happy reunion on the back burner for a while. As the scent of more wolves gets closer, our three escorts call out, "We're coming in!" Then we all pile into the clearing. The sight of Daisy and Aiden brings a smile to my face but that's not what catches my eye. Behind them on a porch is Skylar hand-in-hand with Ebony. I'm shocked at how big he's grown! Skylar had looked so much like Tristian back then but now I see so much of Daisy in him too. He seems nervous and wary of everyone but with Ebony by his side, I'm sure he'll calm down soon enough.

he ordered as a low growl rumbled in his chest. Trembling, the guy rose to sit on his knees and fearfully met my glare. I recognized him then. His name was Gray, and he was from one of the southern packs. “I… I didn't know... I swear, I didn't know!” He clasped his hands together, staring at me as if I were a god he had offended. “Just fucking talk already!” Caspian roared. Gray swallowed, nodding. Then he sucked in a shaky breath before shifting his gaze back to me. “T-that new one... Kylar... He was talking about all kinds of things… I thought that he was just bragging…”

Skylar wasted another 5 minutes outside trying to think how he would deal with angry Anerix, while Gray and Jake just watched him pacing here and there like an idiot. "What is wrong with him", Jake whispered to Gray "the hell would I know," Gray whispered back to him "Alright Skylar stop this shitshow and let's go inside!" yelled Gray who was hanging onto his last thread of patience Skylar was startled by Gray's sudden yelling, but he just smiled nervously and took out the luggage. As he was waddling towards the entrance door.. *click* *clack* The door opened, and it was Anerix. "Oh...so..ye..ah, they-"

she glanced at the mirror again, while observing her closely. Meanwhile, Skylar was so engrossed in what she was typing that she hadn't heard what Amelia had said. She was chatting with Grayson, and their conversation had been going great until he asked to meet up with her. “Why? You can type whatever you want to talk about now,” she gave him what she felt was the most logical response. “No I can't,” he replied with a gloomy emoji. “Why?” Skylar was taken aback because she hadn't expected a sharp response.

Drax, made from wild fungi and ethanol, was banned within the city limits but could be legally purchased and consumed in the Drock. Mother’s message was particularly relevant today, as my age now permitted me entry. Her second message was not to take unnecessary risks on the ice peaks I planned to climb, a message she knew I always ignored. The third was one I had received continually since my early childhood: “Skye, do not, under any circumstances, exercise your powers and bring attention to yourself.” I had asked why many times, only to receive the same answer. “Because I forbid it.” Or, as I grew older, “Because we have a special ability that can be dangerous and must be concealed.”

Dominic cuts in, gently pressing his hand on my back. "A-are you okay?" I whisper in Zack's ear. He knows I'm talking about Emily and I try with all I have to keep the tears from completely gushing down my face. "I will be, sis. I will be." He releases me and quietly takes a few steps back. When I turn around, Skylar is grinning from ear to ear, nodding in approval. "Way to go kid," his knuckle lightly punches my shoulder; "I think this qualifies you two as the new 'it' couple."

"I see what you're doing there. Don't even think for a second that you'll be able to escape me that easily." Yvette Macklemore, Yve, a total sweet heart. Your classic black rainbow lollipop, with a bit of sourness: sweet, and feisty - just his type o' gal –light caramel skin, black hair with pink highlights at the sides, 5feet6, who still argues that she's still the tallest of them both. She can be too fucking cheerful, it's nauseating. McCleron made certainty to avoid her in public, with enough fortification to tune her out long enough when they are together.