Slacker Summary Novels & Stories

Slater suddenly chirped, “Perkatory.” Abby jumped. “What?” “The anguished, prolonged period spent waiting for a fresh cup of coffee to be ready. That’s called Perkatory.” “Pfft. You’re an ass.” Slater’s bleary eyes sparkled with humor. “But I got you to smile.”

My smile became wider and I eagerly texted back. Me: Depends. Does being serenaded by Liam count as bullying? Skylar: Absolutely. You need therapy after that. Because I could imagine her saying that in her voice, I laughed even as I typed. Me: Already got my therapist. She wears my hoodie and steals my peace. Skylar texted back: Flattery will not save you. With a smile because I knew she was blushing regardless of her words, I texted back: Well, worth a try.

“You want to trend, huh? You want to be popular? Is that it?” “No,” I said, chin lifted. “I want you to know you don’t get to stomp over people and expect them to thank you for it.” Slater’s gaze darkened, the corners of his mouth twitching in something not quite a smile. “You think you’re making some kind of statement? That you’re… different?” He closed the last inch between us, his presence pressing like a storm. “Newsflash sweetheart, people like me decide who matters. And you? You’re about to learn exactly how small you are.”

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

Now, without a place to stay, his credit cards frozen, and with Nevaeh to support, he found himself struggling. He ignored the security guards and barged into the company, shouting insults at me. "You chose a little brat like her? Dad, you must be out of your mind to think she can run the company! "With her in charge, Sacconity will definitely go under!" But instead of gaining sympathy, his outburst was met with a swift elbow strike from a bodyguard, who pinned him to the ground. My grandfather stood beside me, looking down at Don with cold indifference. "Sacconity represents the hard work of the Saccone family.

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

He asked and i nodded. “Yes but don’t worry nothing happened” I said and he chuckled. “I know that,we still have our clothes on” “I wonder what happened to Skylar” “Maybe she went back,but i don’t care, she’s not my type” “Then what’s your type?” I asked. “Well,my type is naturally beautiful,nice, sometimes pushy and aggressive,but very funny” He said Some part of me believed it was me he was talking about, the other part just ignored it.

I didn’t spare the ugly details. When I finished, Slade leaned back, lips pressed together thoughtfully before bursting into laughter. “You’re a troublemaker,” he said amidst laughter. I gasped. “How dare you.” “But,” he continued, eyes glinting with humor, “you’re also principled,Reckless and loyal.” “I almost got fired.” “And yet,” he said, “you didn’t.” We shared a smile. A movie played quietly in the background, something we half-watched, half-ignored.

“Slut! She said. Isis halted. She did not turn the door knob again. Racheal had been getting on her nerves for so long a time and this day, she was not going to spare her some patience. Isis turned around slowly to face Racheal. “Slut? Are you referring to me?” she asked. Racheal dropped her bag on the desk. “Who else in the four corners of this building is a slut if not you?” Racheal replied. Isis let out a chuckle. She took a few steps closer to Racheal. “What do you mean by that?” she inquired. The jealous lady rolled her eyes. “Are you dumb? Have you forgotten what a simple word as slut means? Geez…! I can’t believe you are so dumb. Asshole! Motherfucker! Bitch!” Racheal yelled. Isis fel

“Oh, trust me, if I had a vendetta, you’d know. And I wouldn't waste it on something as trivial as fun.” Carter smirked, his gaze flicking over her with amusement. “Ah, so you’re saying you showed up willingly? I’m honored. Must’ve finally realized your life was missing something.” Skylar deadpanned. “You’re right, Carter. My life was missing something—patience. And judging by the last five minutes, I’m about to lose whatever’s left of it.” I snorted, nudging Skylar. “Play nice.” Carter chuckled, unfazed. “You know, your sass would be a lot more convincing if you weren’t dressed like you actually wanted to impress me.”