Skylar Martin Fanfic Novels & Stories

Even Naomi is subdued and numb right now. I take Skylar's hand and watch over him to see if I notice any changes. I can tell he's grown taller but that's to be expected. Other than that... he's starting to look less like Tristian now. His face shape is growing differently being a little sharper yet sweeter. He's going to be a heartbreaker I'm sure... unless he's still completely certain Ebony is his mate. Thinking back on it makes me giggle. Skylar always made poor little Ebony blush and stammer out how it was nonsense. Childhood love... I hope it turns out better than mine did. Otherwise, my first love ended up being such trash in the end.

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

Can Skylar get past her past and live the life she wants? ****************** Skylar 6th grade: I’m walking into school behind my brother and Oliver, one of his best friends. They really don’t pay any attention to me and only let me follow them to school because Mary makes them bring me. Mary is my nanny, she has been with me as long as I can remember. My dad is the beta of the pack and really busy, so Mary was brought on to teach me how to ‘behave like a lady,’ which basically means teach me to be silent unless spoken to and out of the way of the men. She does nothing of the sort, but my dad doesn’t know that, as long as I make a good show when he’s around.

"You need a Zeen to get past the Elders' wards. You need a healer to fix the Blood Bane pack. You don't need a Siphon who hates you for what you've done." "I am trying to save my mate!" Skylar bellowed, his composure finally snapping. He lunged forward, grabbing my shoulders. His grip was like iron. "Do you think I want to look into your eyes and see nothing? Do you think I want to spend the rest of my life earning the love of a woman who doesn't remember my name? It is a torture I am willing to endure so you don't turn into a hollowed-out monster!"

I could see my candle, barely burning, just holding on to the last piece of wax. Skylar was Caleb’s fated mate. Not chosen, but fated! I can’t compete with that. He’ll say he isn’t interested in her, that he doesn’t love her but the cruel mate connection will start to weave it’s magic soon enough. She may leave but then if Caleb and I have children and she returned, they would grow up in a broken home. And I’ve experienced enough of that for two lifetimes.

"Drink, dance, and party all night, Alarick. Soon, you'll be begging me to give you back your little Luna. I scuff as I see Skylar and his mate sitting at a table nearby. So they are friends. I should have known. No wonder he wasn't hesitant to help their pack the last time I tried to attack them. "We'll just have to see who is more resilient, little Ricky. You... Or me?" I ask as I stare in anger at the screen before me, clenching my jaw and fisting my hands. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

In this sanctuary, Skyler would find solace, inspiration, and the perfect environment to nurture herself and when her heat hits. No matter the approach, my ultimate goal remains the same - to bring joy and fulfillment into Skyler's life. I am committed to making amends for my past actions and proving to her that my intentions are pure. By creating a dedicated space for her studies, I hope to demonstrate my unwavering support and dedication to her growth, regardless of our age difference. “Before we proceed to Skyler, it is imperative that I inform you about the undeniable fact that Skyler and Alaric are also soulmates," Marcelina reveals, attentively observing my response.

Kali was trying so hard to understand through her cryptic words. “Maybe?” Skylar shrugged bitterly, wondering if that was his way of telling her he was sick of her. “To be honest, I don't even think I have the right to be mad at anything right now. We are flings and nothing more,” a sad smile framed her lips as her eyes failed to crinkle genuinely, her heart hurting so much as she spoke so flippantly as if she didn't care, “And now his ex-girlfriend is back. He might still be in love with her for all I care. I probably was just to pass time, you know,” she smiled bitterly again this time, as tears forced their way out of her eyes.

But that doesn't erase the pain he caused me with the first part of it. "There's nothing missing in you, Skylar. I don't know how I'm going to prove that to you, but I will find a way. They are wrong, both the healer and the witch who told you that. I don’t need anything from you except more," he says, making me turn to look at his face again, "More of YOU. More, more, more. I wanted all my stupid marks on your neck to stay. I wanted the whole pack knowing you're MY mate. I wanted everyone talking about us, our bond, our love, not Hope and Danny's. I fucking hate Danny, I can’t stand looking at him or looking at Hope’s marked neck. I hate that they found what I’ve always wanted. It was suppo

The point of no return. “I, Skyla Parker, take you, Alonso Ignacio, to be my lawfully wedded husband.” My voice is steady, but it doesn’t feel like mine. “I promise to stand beside you, to honor and respect you. I vow to be a mother figure to your child and to fulfill my duties as your wife, for as long as this union shall bind us.” The words taste like lies on my tongue. But I say them anyway. When I finish, I force myself to meet his gaze. Alonso’s face remains impassive, but something flickers in his eyes something too fleeting to grasp.