Summary Of The Book Slacker Novels & Stories

"I need money,I have this business im hoping to get huge money from" "When are you ever going to stop with this lifestyle Micheal?look at you,do you think Kassidy would be proud of you when she gets to know who you are to her"Skyler reprimanded him over his lifestyle, a Street gambler and thug who drinks himself to stupor each day without caring that he had a family to take care of. Skyler could remember the day he beat her up for throwing away his drinks after he was spent out lazily in bed reeking of alcohol.

Adelaide spat, her voice dripping with condescension as she leaned forward slightly, her perfectly manicured nails tapping rhythmically against the table. Though the table was filled with all kinds of sumptuous and mouth-watering dishes, Skylar could barely pick a fork to eat anything, or even drink the cheapest thing on the table which was water. “You think you belong in his world just because you work with him?! Do you even know where you come from? Or has the fantasy of the fling he has with you blinded you?!” She demanded imperiously, and all Skylar could do was sit still and be bashed by her. She could not utter a word.

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.”

“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.”

They don't understand human error because they are nothing like humans. Skylar knocked on the door for the first time and there was no reply. Who said she was going to waste her time hitting this hard door. She pushed it open and for fuck sake she got her first broken heart.! comment if you think you have something to say. All comments are welcome, both negative and positive. I hope this will make a difference. Vote if you think my book deserves it.

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!

I am not a professional writer, but I have enjoyed studying the craft as I develop this book and get more confident each day. The story has been broken down into three main parts following Skylar's life: Act 1 - Skylar's early life experiences Act 2 - Skylar's evolution once she leaves her pack for the first time. Act 3 - Coming home, Skylar as a woman returning to a life she left as a child. For any writers out there reading through with me. Please give me any and all feedback that you have. I love to learn and grow as I go through this process.

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 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.

The mafia pulled out his dick and as Araina saw his 8 inched cock, her eyes widened in fear and she moved backwards a little, but the Mafia grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. "I need you, to fucking suck my dick and make me cum in your slutty mouth will you?" Those words instantly turned her on, hearing him call her a slut was exciting, and she stared him right in his eyes while grabbing his huge cock. "Oh yes. Strock that cock, fucking strock that fucking cock and make me fucking cum. Make me cum in your fucking slutty mouth!" He said then Araina got on her knees. She knew her ways of sucking a man's dick and making him not ask for sex but just a blow job from her again and again. She