Slacker Book Summary Novels & Stories

The only thing on my mind right now is fucking coffee, and I'm dying for a steaming cup with a blunt and a cigarette to match, all while sitting on the building's roof and letting the wind take me away. "I had no idea you were such an early bird." As I tiptoe past Scotty toward the kitchen, his deep, sleepy voice startles me. I come to a halt and turn to face him, leaning against the doorframe as a late rush floods my body. "Yeah, I have trouble sleeping. What's your excuse?" "I'm a hustler, Harley. I never fucking sleep. If there's money to be made, then I'm out fucking making it." He gets up from the couch, proudly flaunting his massive morning wood, which draws my attention and causes me

“Okay, hold on. I didn’t tell you she was a reporter because, one, it never came up, and two, she didn’t come here to spy on you.” “Really?” Carter folded his arms. “Then explain why I caught her snooping around in my bedroom.” I turned to Skylar, who huffed. “I wasn’t snooping. I was looking for the restroom and accidentally ended up here. I was going to leave, but then I saw your bookshelf, and, well…” She trailed off, glancing at the massive collection of books displayed like a mini-library. Carter raised an unimpressed brow. “That is the most ridiculous excuse I’ve ever heard.”

He was the pompous asshole who'd gone off on her because she'd spilled coffee on him. Without bothering to issue a reply to his joke, Skylar looked back down at her cup off coffee. She picked up one of the cookies she'd bought along with coffee and tossed it into her mouth. It still tasted delicious, but it seemed like her tainted mood was preventing her from appreciating it completely. Mr. Don't-you-know-who-I-am tried again to get her attention. “That looks yummy. Can I take a bite?” Skylar rolled her eyes. “It would be a shame to know that you're broke despite how 'well-known' you are.”

Kyle Black. He's your average, good-looking, football playing, jerk. And the big reason why my life at school is hell. Sure, somedays I just wish I could wipe that smug smirk off of his face, but then I remember that he's the future Alpha. Can't mess with them. People seem to like calling me 'Nerdy Skylar.' It doesn't even rhyme! Though I just kept reminding myself that this is my last day here for a while, so I'll finally be free of them later today.

I can also see the smile that he is trying to hide. “Why do you know so many terrible jokes?” Julia asked me. I kick back in my chair as I eat some of the meat on my plate. Getting comfortable she leans into Jefferson with a yawn. “There was never much to do in the facility. There wasn't much reading material either. Slater thought that reading was a useful skill so he taught us to read from the newspaper. He would choose these terrible articles that never mentioned anything good to prove to us that the world was bad. It was just another reason to stop us from wanting to leave. But one day he started leaving the newspapers. As a kid I was attracted to the little comics it helped. It actually

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

I love books, and seeing this one lying on the floor hurts my heart. Looking around, I pick up the book and tuck it underneath my hoodie, the glowing stops immediately. It doesn’t take long for me to get home, and when I do, I pull the book out of my hoodie. “You poor thing.” I mutter as my fingers tremble on the yellowed pages of the book. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself, I’m Skyler, the girl who stutters through small talk, who hides behind oversized hoodies and thick glasses because words always tangle in my throat when real people are around.

Chapter 28 Skylar's POV For the next few days, staying in the house all by myself felt like a slow kind of torture. The silence pressed in from every corner. I’d wake up to an empty bed, the sheets cold where Zane should have been, and that emptiness followed me through every hour. My daily routine became a rigid loop just to keep my mind from spiraling: eat something quick and tasteless, sleep when exhaustion finally won, train until my muscles screamed for mercy, and then drag myself over to work. The work was the only part that gave me any sense of purpose, but even that felt hollow without the usual rhythm of the team around me.

Can you imagine how the world would be like if it was controlled by the devil? Yes, hell. That’s exactly what would happen. And Skylar? I can’t even visualize what would occur to her. I can’t let that happened, I can’t let my people be under his command. So I need to find that survivor. Now more than ever. The cashier man scanned the items lazily, yawning every now and then as I tapped my finger on the counter impatiently, waiting for him to finish. I didn’t get much because I didn’t find much. Few bottles of water and soda, two bags of spicy nachos Doritos for Skylar since it’s the only one I see her get so I automatically assumed it’s her favorite and few snacks.

She said then looks at me. “I mean he is quiet, arrogant, insensitive guy I’ve met and you like him for stupidly almost 4 years!” she exclaimed. She is actually overreacting. Skylar is not arrogant; he has just a truthful mouth. He is not quiet; he just doesn’t want to interact with so much people. He hates it. He is not insensitive; he actually cares to people around him.