Slacker Summary Novels & Stories

Racheal sat, stunned. She watched in horror, as Skylar seemed to be reliving her own horrible event from a few weeks ago. “What? You can't be serious.” Skylar said. “Do we look like clowns to you?” Danna Sherrod responded angrily. “Dad. I told you, I don't like men.” Skylar looked shattered. “How can you do this?” “That is exactly why we are doing this. You need fixing.” Danna Sherrod said in disgust.

The first voices came in fragments, overlapping near the coffee station. “Did you see how he looked at her?” “That wasn’t discreet.” “Discreet? That was practically married behavior.” “I swear he kissed her.” “No, no — worse. It was casual.” That last word landed heavier than all the rest. Casual meant real. Casual meant practiced. Casual meant this was not new. By the time people reached their desks, Slack was already on fire. #general @alex_finance: so… do we need to update the org chart or

Didn’t stop until a familiar alley paved way to a familiar road. Not until the stale air of downtown hit his face again. Only then did he exhale. Rabbit-‘I’m almost at the club, what’s the situation?’ Skylar-‘he’s pissed, I was able to stall for a while but it’s getting out of hand’ Rabbit-‘ oh fuck him, he can keel over from the anger and die’ Skylar-‘stop, this is serious don’t make me laugh ToT’

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.

Strong nipple clamps bit down, sending sharp jolts through her. Bound and stuffed, Ava trembled as the warm night air kissed her overheated skin. Marcus knelt and devoured her. His hot tongue worked her clit in long, filthy strokes while tugging ropes and clamps. Wet, obscene sounds mixed with her moans and the soft rustle of leaves in the breeze. He spanked her ass and thighs in sharp, stinging rhythm — crisp cracks that left glowing red handprints blooming on her caramel skin. Each slap sent jolts of heat straight to her core.

........................ Skylar's P.O.V ............................. Have you ever heard the story of the underdog? The girl who no one liked? The girl that was abused hated by everyone? Well if you haven't, then here it is . My name is Skylar Alexis Daniels, (in short form S.A.D) yep that's my name I have a mother and no other sibling my father left my mom when I was still young. I was what you called the 'nerd' always gettin bullied by the so called "popular' kids in school.

Gus looks like he’s about to argue, but there’s something in Slater’s face that has him getting up with a quickness and shuffling back to a table in the corner by the band. “You’re a fucking cock tease,” Slater yells at me. “Because I’m a virgin?” “No,” he says, scrubbing a hand over his stubbled cheeks, “and stop saying that! It’s because you’re walking around half-fucking naked and teasing the hell out of everyone and letting them buy you drinks.” He grabs his rag and starts to wipe down the counter, his movements hard and erratic like he’s too pissed to even think straight. “I close in an hour. Do you think you can be a good girl and not cause a massive bar fight for 60-fucking minutes?”

She was a secretary for one of the upper managers and she went on to tell me she was a no-holds-barred, eye-candy aficionado. They peppered me with endless questions about the players and their bodies. It was exactly what I needed. Skylar was usually part of their lunch group and she kept them up on the AAA—Abs and Ass Alert. They were having a girls get together at Skylar’s home on Friday night and invited me even if I no longer worked for the paper. My foray into the world of socializing was a success.

“Yup. I need some release. You can stay or go, but I’m not waiting.” Skyler sighed, rubbing his temples, the hangover making everything seem more surreal. “Ok, fine… I’m too hungover to go anywhere,” he finally muttered, sitting back down. “Just… be quick about it, alright?” Lucas chuckled, clearly pleased with himself as he got comfortable. “You got it, bro. Quick and efficient.” Skyler shook his head, covering his face with his hand. “This is not how I thought my morning would go.” Lucas laughed, but there was no malice in it, just the usual playful mischief. “Hey, at least it’ll make for a funny story one day. ‘Remember that time you watched me—’”

Skylar's behaviour was similar to the night he was in a rut and suddenly attacked Aslan. "Shit! Damn it! What's wrong with him?" Aslan had lost count of how many curse words had come out of his mouth. But Skylar still didn't respond. Skylar wasn't actually in a rut. However, he was quite dizzy tonight. That night's mission left Skylar upset because he couldn't save all the slaves that Kennedy and Zagami had brought. He had been drinking earlier. He was extremely tired, but sleeping didn't seem to cure his fatigue. He needed Aslan. For some reason, hugging Aslan tightly made Skylar's soul feel more comfortable.