Novel & Cerita Skylar Snow Pov

Skylar was making her way toward us through the crowd. "Do you know who she is? I've never seen that face." He licked his lips. My irritation sharpened. "That is my fiancée, Skylar Adams." My voice came out flat. "Where did you find her, Lawson? Excellent taste as always." He licked his lips again. I exhaled slowly. Ivan and Natalia were two sides of the same coin. They just operated in different directions. Neither of them had ever seen a reason to keep their appetites to themselves.

Which was unusually kind of him considering his normal behavior. ‘I just don’t need sass or snark right now.’ He hummed. ‘How about a secondary observation?’ I opened my eyes, looking up at the white ceiling. ‘Shoot.’ ‘Skylar is a Commander.’ Snorting, I pushed up off the chair and headed into the kitchen. I opened the fridge and grabbed a coke out of it. ‘Yes. We’ve established that.’ ‘No. Not quite. She’s a Commander but now she’s beaten up six of our guys. Plus, the testimony from your dad. We know she’s strong, really strong.’

Aiden’s Pov “How dare you, Skylar?” I snarled, my wolf teetering on the edge of control. My voice echoed off the cold stone walls of the dungeon. Skylar stood behind the bars, her head bowed, silent and unflinching, with part of her face hidden in the dim light.

“No! No! That’s impossible! My daughter would never abandon me! Hahahahaha! You’re lying—you're trying to trick me!” She ran into the courtyard and pointed at the sky, laughing wildly. “Lies! All lies!” Clapping her hands, she spun around in circles like a deranged child. Skye stood silently by the door, staring at the woman who had once been the elegant Mrs. Sawyer of Avenlith. Now, abandoned by both husband and daughter. So… what had she schemed and plotted her whole life for? “Let’s go,” Skye said softly, glancing up at the same blue sky, unchanged by all this chaos.

She was everything I wasn’t—polished, untouchable, immune to scandal because she was scandal-proof by design. And me? I was just a woman who taught kids how to ski in a small town. A woman who didn’t belong in Jake Ryland’s world, no matter how much he swore otherwise. I curled tighter on the couch, my phone buzzing once more. A text. From Jake. Can I call?

One thing led to another and Skylar convinced her to come live with him. Skyler was happy he looked for her as soon as he took a first bite out of the meal, it tasted the same as he remembered in his childhood. Just as he was getting into his meal Clark came to disrupt him but never will he let anything separate him from this delicacy in front of him. "Wait for me in the study I'm busy right now", Skylar said. Clark bowed his head and carried out his instruction. He went into room and sat down on the chair there. "That guy really has no emotions, even when eating I couldn't depict the slightest bit of emotion to know if he was even enjoying his meal", Clark thought aloud as he crossed his fe

Some habits are so hard to leave. "Elle u sounds like gran ...should I start calling you Nany?" "SKYLAR CARTER !!! I am coming to kill you bitch! "I heard the fake warning in her voice and I can't stop my laughter now "Chill Elle. I will be there but at what time .?? "Ah that's my Sky ..be here at 9..ok.bye now I need to call other friends to invite .bye sweety .gn sd " "wait, have you checked the time, It's 2 am.."

The hot, handsome man is hovering above Skyla's body, calling her his prey! What will he do to her? Will Skyla’s wild imagination manifest into reality? What’s wrong with Skyla’s wolf, Ruby? Is she alive? Read ahead to know what will happen next :)

"Help me. I-I can't breathe.." I quickly rush over to Skylar and catch her just before she falls face-flat on the floor. I whip her around away from the staring men and look her dead in her beautiful, yet dull eyes. "Skylar? Skylar, can you hear me?" She clutches to my shirt in desperation, breathing in heavily. "I-I am Claustrophobic," she sucks in another breath and breathes out steadily this time. "Ivan," I say, looking towards him, but Skylar is still turned away from the men who are staring like the fucking creeps they are.

Skyler I was so pathetically horny that even writing about sex wasn’t enough anymore. At twenty-four years old, I, Skyler Voss, had everything a woman could dream of, a luxurious villa, money, status, and a husband who was respected in his field. On paper, my life was perfect. In reality, it was a sexually starved nightmare.