Skylar Martin Fanfic Novels & Stories

“Oh you must be mistaken. I didn't choose you for beauty or your body. I know you're weak and powerless. But I'm the Lycan Alpha. Whatever I say is mine… is mine.” He leans back and looks into my eyes. “So whether you like it or not, you're mine now, little flower. Mine!” He pulls me after him as he pushes the heavy doors open. My heart aches, my mind racing like lightning. I take another look at him again as he pulls me with him, his beautiful black hair cascading down his shoulder as he walks. I still can't wrap my finger around it, one thing keeps ringing in my mind. I just got mated to the Scarred Alpha!

We broke apart, both of us breathless. "I want you, Skylar," I said. And I meant it. I had never been surer of anything in my life. We stood there for a moment, lost in each other's eyes. Then Skylar took my hand and led me back to her house. That was the first time I didn't transform under the full moon, I was more than convince now that she was my fated mate, she told me that we could have sex, even though I wouldn't not after what I just did with Freya

Skye's voice was barely a whisper now, but her presence filled the air around us. "No! I won't, even if I have to reach the ends of hell I'll do everything in my power to bring you back here," I choked out. With a final, bittersweet smile, Skye's spirit began to fade from Ella's body, her lips curved downwards, her eyes expressing the sadness of my decision. I held Ella in my arms. If my beloved is in her body, then maybe I can exchange her life for Skye to come back. (End Of Flash Back)

My routine had been simple: I'd fuck them, and when I got tired, I'd find them another seat. If they didn't tell me to fuck off or fall in love with me first but with Sky, I felt the need to have her by my side all day. Even before then, when those two old farts looked at her, I wanted to kill them. She is mine. "Do you have siblings?" Skylar asked, bringing the red liquid to her lips and smiling. A younger one. "So two Jenkins?" She said smiling. Mr. Jenkin, it's just me—I snapped at her.

Skylar and Cornelia burst out laughing at the same time, and Skylar stared after him as he climbed the stairs, wondering why she was enjoying this when she herself was aching for an orgasm just as badly. It didn't take long for her phone to vibrate on her lap with a message from Luca. LUCA: Tell her to go up and sleep. Skylar looked at Cornelia from the corner of her eye. The woman seemed far too invested in the fantasy film showing. Skylar texted back. SKYLAR: Sorry, i can't do that. 😔 LUCA: Then tell her you want to call it a night. SKYLAR: What? Tarzan, you know lying is bad. Liars go to hell, remember?

“I don’t like to beat around the bush, love. Liam and Skylar are mates, they should mate and complete the marking ritual. If not, there’s also a tradition to let an unmated couple live together. Trust me, that wooden stick, Liam, will surrender in hours. No one can resist the temptation of the mate-bond.” Skylar’s face turned crimson red as her lycan was in support of this notion, but she swiftly reigned her in and spoke, “I have tried to force him for years. He never loved me back, brother. Our relationship is a companionship for our whole life, I can’t endure his hatred for long. It hurts.” Her eyes welled up as she sniffled, I could see my teenage self in her. She was suffering from one-s

Skylar is standing on her feet. That’s right. She’s no longer on the ground. She is standing on her own two feet, orbs burning with a fury that would genuinely terrify me if I were easily frightened. And what my sweet, timid little muse does next doesn't just skyrocket my shock–it sends a bolt of lightning straight down, making my cock stand at full fucking attention. Skylar slaps Natalia across the face so hard the sound echoes through the entire parking complex like a gunshot.

Martin hurriedly takes the phone from Victoria and begins flipping through it as if she is looking for something. "Take it easy, Mom. If you rush, you miss a lot of things. Just sit down and take a proper look. I guess you thought we were jealous of him when we told you he was evil," Skylar, the third and last daughter, says. She puts on her glasses, settles down, and then begins scrolling through the chat. It is a chat between him and his friends. It starts with one of his friends asking him about his godmother; the friend asks why he chose to stay with his godmother instead of his mother.

I felt my wolf push from within, fighting to be let loose. Horror was plastered all over their faces. All except him—grandfather. I wasn't surprised, nothing fazes him. “Conrad?” I threw the second guard's limp body away and pivoted, my gaze landing on Skylar. She was being dragged in by a guard and for a very brief moment, so brief I almost missed it, I felt a thread of connection between us. The mate bond, perhaps? She looked so tired, her face was dirty and her dress looked worn out.

Xavier huffs and tries again, “We can’t apologize for something we have no clue has happened. Whatever Xillon and I have done to upset you? Talk to me, please.” She glances our way again, shakes her head, huffs, then collapses to the ground with annoyance. ‘I’m Skylar. It’s not you necessarily. It’s Annalise. Apparently, she’s got her paws sunk into not only you, but my mate as well. Well, I thought he was my mate until you came along. Now I’m not sure. I’m angry because he’s only been away from me for a month and has somehow found someone else. I would think you would be upset as well. Considering she’s your girlfriend. Where is he, by the way? Shouldn’t he be the one here explaining himsel