Novel & Cerita Slacker Book Summary

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

It was in clear view and I knew what to do. I walked towards him, his back was to me so he wouldn't know what hit him. I smirked as I could already taste the sweet scent of victory. Without a second thought I passed Atlas Burnam but only after making sure I stepped on his good foot. Hard! Now the logic behind this was that if Atlas experienced real pain in his foot, he'll pull it off the floor as a reflexive response which would mean he would be left standing on his "bad" foot. When people would be busy being angry at me for stepping on his foot, I'll casually mention that he was currently standing on his supposedly injured foot and everybody would be shocked and Skylar would win!

“My student life went back to normal after that; except that, as a result of my slaying the Ayakashi, I had become an instant celebrity. I let that go to my head just a little bit, precisely what my parents had warned me not to. In a very tightly knit and conservative community like the Undina Clan, I had become the first sigma male, the mythical lone wolf. But I also made sure to become the champion of the weak and the bullied from that day forth. A new Sasha had emerged from the experience and I wasn’t afraid of anything that life, my schoolmates or my teachers could throw at me. I mean, come on. If I could defeat a centuries-old school ghost, what else couldn’t I do? I excelled in all my

Just as the train began to emerge from the tunnel, the three girls, battered, bruised, and unconscious, slumped into the rank filth on the floor. Skylar stepped out of the lavatory, her expression serene and utterly untouched. With a flick of her wrist, she wedged a folded book into the handle assembly, locking them inside to their agonizing awakening. She then calmly tossed the now-splintered wooden dipper into a bin. The momentary exertion had left her arms slightly aching, a grim reminder of her current physical limitations.

I'm fine, Grandma. For years, Don's manipulation had made me believe I was a sinner. The cold treatment from the household staff, Don's blatant favoritism, and everything I had endured felt like the punishment I deserved. But now, with my grandmother here, I finally understood just how wrong I had been. I wasn't a sinner—I was someone worthy of love and care. These things, this villa, this life—they were mine to begin with. With that realization, I looked at my grandmother and asked, "Grandma, can I burn everything in this villa to the ground? Can I rebuild it to look the way Mom loved?"

When Johann was finally done with his romantic getaway, he came back home and trampled all over my self-esteem like he was disciplining a mere dog. Was I just their afterthought after all? I flung my phone onto the couch in a rage. "I hate secondhand men who've been defiled by other women!" This was the first time I had said such harsh words to him. Unexpectedly, Johann frowned at once as anger lit up in his fiery eyes. He grabbed my chin tightly and slapped me hard on the cheek just a split second later. He slapped me so hard that my vision blacked out for a moment. "Nancy Castro! I am the one paying for your food and your lodging! How dare you yell at me like that! Who the hell do you thin

Skylar couldn't help but smile "His name is Jack. He's kind, funny, and we have so much in common. I'm really happy with him but we aren't really together yet, I just feel the time isn't perfect yet," "That's great, ," she said, beaming with joy for her sister. "I'm so glad that you've found someone that makes you happy." "What about you, Lexa? How's dad doing?" Skylar asked, taking a bite of her muffin while turning her gaze to Mr Oliver who was preoccupied with arranging the books left by its readers into their proper places on the shelves. She smiled at the sight. He was simply the most caring and hardworking man she had ever met.

Maybe this is just a dream—a wild, vivid fantasy where nothing makes sense and everything seems too perfect to be real. Suddenly, I think about all those billionaire novels I've read. The ones featuring men who are absurdly rich, often to the point of being unbelievable. Most authors exaggerate their wealth and possessions, creating characters so affluent that they feel like they belong in a completely different universe. I always considered it mere exaggeration. A fantasy. But now that I’m experiencing it firsthand, this world feels genuine. It’s real. Slade sets the tray of drinks down beside the pool, and before I can gather my thoughts, he takes off his outer shirt, revealing a toned bod

When Rowan Nightshade’s hand struck my face, I did not understand what had happened at first. The sound cracked through the training corridor of Silvermoon Federal Academy. My body tipped to the side, my teeth aching from the force, and for a few seconds all I heard was a dull ringing in my ears. My left cheek went numb, then burned as if molten silver had been poured over it. I covered my face and looked up at him. Rowan Nightshade, heir of the Shadowfang Pack, had slapped me in front of more than a dozen students because I had argued with a transfer girl.

“Bu-but you said you loved how I looked. You said you liked that I was different.” The mocking laugh he lets out is absolutely brutal. “I fucking lied, Skylar! Just to make you feel good. But use your sense. You’re a bookworm. You’re supposed to have some. Look at me. I’m VSU’s star running back. I’m a big deal on campus. How do you think it’ll look if I’d walked up and claimed you?” I open my mouth to reply, but no words make their way out. “Exactly!” he scoffs, misinterpreting my stunned silence. “That’s why I chose Cherry! Have you seen her? She’s a fucking stunner. She looks sexy twenty-four-seven. She actually fits the image of someone like me.”