Skylar Snow Pov Novels & Stories

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.

"I understand." "Grayson." Miranda turned to Grayson who was behind Skylar. "Our Skylar is a little introverted and likes to be alone most of the time. She doesn't likes to party and other cool things so don't think she is like normal girls. Okay? She also easily mistakes favors for feelings, so please don't play with her emotion." Grayson tilted a brow at the undertone. Then proceeded to ignore her. "Skylar let's go. You have less than ten minutes before your next class."

WOLF POV Skylar kept to herself the majority of the time. While everyone was busy yapping and talking about this and that, she just kept quiet and stared at her phone. I would give her a little nudge or a squeeze so that she would know she is not alone, and she would return it with a small smile before glancing down again. It didn’t take a genius to figure out that she wasn’t having the best time. “Alright...” Kennedy stood up and clapped his hands,

Skylar: Kylie come on please answer me. I threw my phone into my pocket and sighed looking up at the cracked ceiling. Since everyone was still at school I couldn't go anywhere but to my foster home. Luckily my foster parents were out, not that I'm surprised. I felt my phone ringing so I pulled it out of my pocket looking down at the caller ID, Skylar. I clicked the green button and then shakily brought it to my ear "Hello." "Kylie oh my god are you okay?" Her concerned voice questioned

Adam and Kai ran quickly to help him, and the others ran after the person who did it. In the meantime, Xavier goes up to Lyca. "... For now, let's not tell anyone who you are. What happened to Wesley needs to be found out "His cold eyes looked straight at Wesley. And Snow just doesn't get it... She thought the core of the pack was good, but why did she get the sense that Xavier didn't care? "Thank you for caring, but I can make my own decision..." Lyca gives a firm answer. ————-

Skye was mine for always and nothing or no one was gonna change that, especially not some cheating ex fiancé who didn't have the good sense to hold onto her when he had her. "When's he coming?" Both Skylar and Stephanie turned their attention to me. Kevin was looking right at me. He knew the deal, he knew when I went into quiet mode somebody's ass was on the line. My voice was deceptively calm as was the way I asked the question. No one would suspect that I had already planned to beat the living shit out of this asshole, least of all Skye because I know she'd try to talk me out of it. So I had to play it cool; hopefully she won't remember how I'd lost my shit over the flowers.

She was speaking to the officers and bodyguards outside. Gavin turned on the lights, then closed the door behind them. He followed Winter toward the bed. Skyla lay under the blanket. The lower half of it was flat against the mattress, making it clear at a glance what was missing beneath it. She lay there motionless, like a broken doll. Winter’s gaze swept lightly over the blanket. The corner of her mouth lifted faintly. “You wanted this so badly, and now you finally got what you deserved. At least you don’t have to pretend anymore. Congratulations.”

“What?” “Tinder?” Her brow rose. “That’s my girl!” They high-fived, and that made me want to punch Frost. “Don’t tell me you don’t have Tinder account, Officer Snow.” “Officer Snow?” she asked, seemingly surprised. “You don’t know he’s a police officer or he’s Snow?” Lois inquired, amusement flashing in her brown eyes. “The first one, but based on his expertise, I was expecting him to be on that line of work,” she admitted with a hint of sarcasm.

I looked up to see who it was and I was left enthralled when I saw a beautiful woman with silvery white hair, and grey flecked eyes looking at me with a warm smile. Her smile was so tantalizing to look at as she slowly moved her mouth as she spoke to me. "I finally get to see you." She said with such a n enthralling voice, staring at me shyly which seemed to pull the strings of my heart. But wait, do I know her? Who was she? "My name is Skye, Skye Sullivan, and I officially own you now, Alec." She said, and her words kept ringing in my head. What did she say? That she owns me?

I was fingering the locket mindlessly when my bedroom door burst open abruptly and I immediately shut the drawer. I turned around to glare at the intruder, only to see a furious-looking Nolan standing in the room. Beside him was Skye, who timidly shut the door behind him. “Whatever you have to say had better be important, Nolan!” I groaned. “She did exactly what I told you she was going to!” “What did she do?” I deadpanned. “Oh nothing, except telling the entire truth about being attacked by a werewolf while she was in the forest!?”