Novel & Cerita Slacker Book Characters

Skyler whispered in my ear. I let out a low laugh because that statement was certainly real. "START!" Skyler shouted. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

I dragged my feet into the room, closing the door behind me. "Omg you play the guitar?" The other girl exclaimed. She had short straight blonde hair. "Yes" I smiled at her "That's so cool" she commended. "I'm Anne, she's Lisa" she pointed at the other girl, who had her long brown hair in a pony tail. "I'm Sasha" I joined in. "Welcome to SID camp, you are going to have a lot of fun" she smiled at me and that made me wonder "This is not your first time?" I asked.

"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. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨✨

Banez threw Johnny a water, followed by a beer, and Johnny slid onto a bench before stretching out his aching muscles. Max tapped away furiously on his phone, probably messaging his pregnant wife back home. Donnie propped up his legs and watched two SAS boys working out in the sun. Crazy British bastards. Slater took a long draw of his beer and settled back, closing his eyes. Johnny glanced worriedly at his usually jovial friend. His call sign had been given to him for good reason—he was named after the jock A.C. Slater in Saved by the Bell and was the quick-witted jokester in the group.

I loved it. Besides Skylar, I’d made a few friends since I arrived at BU—mostly girls from my English class who shared my allergy to group projects. There was Harper, who swore she could read palms but once mistook her own lifeline for a coffee stain. Then there was Skylar, a redhead with the emotional depth of a detective and the fashion sense of a P*******t board. We’d bonded over our mutual hatred for cafeteria pasta and our shared belief that professors secretly fed off our suffering. Even a few guys had tried to get close—Evan from Philosophy, who had cheekbones so sharp they could slice through arguments, and Jonah from Film Studies, who thought quoting Tarantino was a personality. Bot

She’s got this calmness about her and she’s softly spoken. Skylar, on the other hand, is the bitchy friend. She’s the tallest of the three, with long fiery red hair, fair skin and blue eyes. I don’t mind Skylar, but she’s a bit full-on, unlike Mira and Lex. I’ve been dodging her come on’s for years. I’m sure she’s slept with half the guys on my football team, and boy, have I heard stories. And then there's Wyatt, the gay best friend. He’s hilarious, and we’ve known him since we were kids. He lives on our street a couple of doors down. If he weren’t gay, he’d be my competition. The kid looks like he belongs on billboards and magazine covers. The definition of tall, dark and handsome fits him

The bed Atlas was sitting on was right up against a wall so Atlas slowly slid back on the bed and sat on it while supporting his back against the wall. "Yup, it's so fun seeing you squirm Skylar" Atlas said still smiling that obnoxious smile of his. "Dude we don't even know each other?!! What do you want from doing this to me?!!" I said as I walked two steps in his direction, agitated that he thought tormenting me for no reason is fun. "Oh but I do know you and you most definitely know me. Look how you're screaming my name. though I would like it better if you were screaming it in a more different context " Atlas said as he rest his head against the wall and his smirk grew even bigger if tha

Before Skylar could answer, a sharp snap echoed from the side. "Madeline, watch how you talk to my mom!" It was Yale Sanders, Lydia's little brother. With his shoulder-length purple hair and arms sleeved in tattoos, he looked every bit the wannabe gangster. He had been coddled by Skylar all his life, and with the Sanders' wealth, he had gathered a gang of street toughs to back him up. Madeline did not expect him to be there but gave him a cool look and brushed him off.

I let out a heavy sigh as i watched Skylar home school Dennis. “Write letter D properly and i will let you play with Elara okay?” How i wish i was still that age and my reward was playing with my cousin. Skylar’s gaze met mine across the room and gave me a small smile. “Want to teach him instead?” “That depends, would you be tasked with reviving the memories of your three mates who apparently are assholes if they don’t love you? Like im trying to save us but no, be fucking assholes!” I panted as i let that out and Skylar rose her hands up in defence, “Hey, you seem like you gpt that covered so ill just continue this.”

Just turn up the damn music, at least," Jessica muttered. The truth was that their arguments extended beyond the disruptive moans and groans emanating from Kellie's room. They clashed over groceries, utility bills, and even the placement of items within the apartment. Returning home each night was far from enjoyable, and Jessica knew she had to make a decision—find a new roommate or return to living with her mother, Frannie. While the prospect of leaving Kellie's drama behind and gaining more sleep was enticing, it meant moving in with Slammer, her mother's biker fiancé. He was not only intimidating but also the president of the Gold Vipers, a motorcycle club in Jensen—a lifestyle Jessica wa