Skylar Holland Novels & Stories

" I found you after so many years." "Do I know you?" Cordelia was sure she didn't lose her memory. She remembered every moment of her life thanks to her psychic abilities. "It was you twenty years ago. The whirlpool. It was you." "You know about that?" "Since that day I've been watching." The witch said. "That whirlpool was created from Sakar's shrine twenty years ago." "I see you did your home work." "A month later, you and your sister are the latest sensation in Encrea. All thanks to Sakar's powers which he gave to you."

Me, Adrian, and our daughter forever. Skylar. That’s what she would be called. The End

I was halfway down the hallway when I heard it, the unmistakable voice of Skyler declaring, "Brooklyn baby, I finally found you." There he was, lifting Brooklyn's chin with a sense of entitlement. "For the party tonight, I want you to dress sexy." It took him a moment to notice me. "Scarlett? I didn't realize you were there." His hand dropped, and he proceeded to straighten his bangs, a vain attempt at nonchalance.

I waited for a minute and she slept off. ** My name is Julian Holland and I am a popular actor. I am the CEO of the biggest entertainment agency in London, Empire entertainment, and I am a billionaire in my own right. Unlike the several billionaires in London, I didn't become one by means of inheritance. In fact, I grew up as an orphan. I was abandoned as a baby and as for my parents, I never got to know them. I grew up in an orphanage and my journey to success and stardom was from scratch.

Conrad. I heaved a sigh, turning my head downward at the dark brown hardwood floor we were standing on. When I looked back up, Skylar’s eyes were still glued on me. She’s a stubborn one and I’ve always known that. That didn’t mean I’d always know how to outmaneuver her queries. “What exactly did you hear from Clyde?” I asked, resting my elbows upon my knees to watch her expression change. Tilting her head, she said, “What he said doesn’t really matter. It’s about the truth, and I want to know it.”

I stepped forward with my hand stretched outwards, and she took and shook gently. “The renowned Real Estate Tycoon. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” For a celebrity with 6 figures in a bank, Keri Hilson was surprisingly, nice. Painfully nice. I nodded to her and she glanced back at Skylar. Finishing their conversation from earlier, they wrapped up quickly with whatever they were talking about. Some things like silhouettes and ensembles. Things I have never heard before. She had the freshest vibrant look I have never seen on her in all my life.

Skylar clenched a fistful of sand, destroying the sand castle she was building all alone when a loud shriek which seemed to be the loudest among the cacophony of several voices at the beach reached her ear. Looking up to find Blondie running off into the water while Luca made a show of chasing her, jealousy jutted it's grotesque head, far more sharply than Skylar would ever admit to. She hadn't known how much she hated platinum blondes until now, which said a lot about her disconcerted state of mind considering that her best friend, Ella, was platinum blonde.

Keegan had the kind of looks that made her fall for him at first sight, especially those expressive eyes; this one was almost there. Skimming through the resume briefly, she noted: “Skylar Sadler, 28 years old, local to Rivera, master's graduate, works at Semiconductor Technology in chip design. Isn't that Keegan's company?" Stella replied, "Auntie, please give me his WhatsApp. I'd like to chat with him." Immediately, Prosperous Blossoms sent Skylar's WhatsApp to her. A few minutes later, Keegan received a friend request, and the profile picture was all too familiar—it was his wife, who was pregnant but not entirely honest.

She said then looks at me. “I mean he is quiet, arrogant, insensitive guy I’ve met and you like him for stupidly almost 4 years!” she exclaimed. She is actually overreacting. Skylar is not arrogant; he has just a truthful mouth. He is not quiet; he just doesn’t want to interact with so much people. He hates it. He is not insensitive; he actually cares to people around him.

Skyler Jefferson lived in a medium apartment on the eastern coast of A city. She lived there alone. Her mother would always nag her to get herself a boyfriend but there hasn’t been any man that pleased her eyes, at least not romantically. It wasn’t that she was ugly appearance-wise, no she wasn’t. Skyler was beautiful, with shoulder-length honey brown hair, mesmerizing grey eyes, and hearty lips, she would easily get anyone, only that she wasn’t interested.