Addison Shepherd Novels & Stories

The nightgown sits way above her knees, revealing her long legs, perfect for modeling and highlighting her slender body. Addison is 6 feet tall, so she has to look down on me because of my short height, just as she has my entire life, being an orphan and having to eat whatever she or her family doesn't need from the dining plate within the dining room. That was the only time I got to eat. Within her mating nightgown, Addison looked like a beautiful sculpture.

I should know —I have sent many of them his way over the past couple of years, and I know others have to. Unfortunately, so far none of the she-wolves that have been sent over have distracted Leo enough to make him give up his obsession with Piper, but I have a trump card that I have been waiting to play. The name of my trump card is Addie. As in, my cousin Addie. Unlike the other she-wolves who I have sent to Leo —most of whom are omegas— Addie is the full package. She is 21 years old, beautiful, and has not found her mate yet. Even better, she comes from a strong bloodline, given that she is both my mother’s niece and the daughter of a neighboring alpha. As an added bonus, my aunt oft

I chuckle as she leans down towards me to apply a dark brownish red lipstick. “I agree with the traitor here,” says the hairdresser, taking a step back to admire their work. Teyana rolls her eyes, holding back a string of curse words. These two definitely were not the types to get along. Sasha, the hairdresser, seemed to be the type that had no problem following others. He didn’t have an original thought in his head. Everything he says is tied into the belief of the history books in the library and the stories Lana told.

“Brenda, these are one-thousand-dollar shoes. If you can’t manage a glass of wine, then we’re reevaluating our friendship, darling.” I rolled my eyes and sighed, but my insides were buzzing with excitement. I love shoes. I love shoes like Dayton loves lingerie. They’re my guilty pleasure—the one addiction I allowed myself to indulge in. And Shaw, being a sales assistant at Arabella’s, the hottest shoe store in Seattle, added to my indulgence whenever he could. After all, he worked in a female shoe store. Not even he could get away with those shoes. So last season’s styles and samples at a huge discount came right my way.

There was this huge birthday cake, I was an old man and Toffe laughed saying, 'Happy birthday grandpaw, there are not enough candles to fit on that cake," before I cursed him in our language. I was dancing with my mates when I heard glass breaking and whispering, so I followed Ty's eye projection and saw Sheila walking through the door, she looked amazing and she was really beautiful when she wasn't a conniving bitch. She had on this yellow flowing dress that was low cut in the back and she had no bra on, her breast was firm and she had a little more weight on. Her hair was on a side hiding Ty's mark and she just looked so innocent, Ty couldn't keep his eyes off her but he stayed talking to

She secretly smiled, amused by the thought. The only man who loses his temper because of her is incredibly handsome and unparalleled. Unbelievable. She’s not a beauty queen. Why is Adam spending his time watching her? On their first meeting at his house, he kicked out a beautiful woman the snake bit in the dirty kitchen, paid her, and sent her away. She, who couldn’t compare to that beauty, is being pursued and admired? Maybe Adamson’s eyesight is getting blurry. After finishing planting trees, they headed straight to the washroom to wash their hands.

"I never had anything to do with you. Using your visitor's room for a sweet sex today should even be appreciated. Even your house belongs to me. It is ruled by me and this room is only ten feet farther from my palace." "What do you mean?" I asked, speaking with rough sobs. "You're not his type..." Cassandra bragged, as he held Damon's hands with a cuddle. "Haven't you heard that even your poor mom has agreed to separate you from Damon if you don't perform well in the Academy? Are you blind to see what Damon owns and controls in the entirety of Agolia?" "Well, I don't have much to say." Damon interrupted, stalking around the room with an unseemly authority. "I'm the Alpha of the Silver Sword

She asked taking a quick glance over at me “ I have a mate, her name is cherry.” Ryan smiles “ Cherry like the stone fruit ? That’s so cute!” She smiles “ What about you?” She asked Creed “ no I’m not seeing anyone unless you count my pillow I see her every night” he winked She giggled “ gross” she said making the throwing up sound “ and you?” Creed asked me “ me? No, I don’t have anyone.” I said focusing on the road “ make a left after that stop sign” she said looking at me with sad eyes

“THEY’RE FUCKING DEAD!” Worry as clear as day shines in my father’s eyes as he looks at me. “That girl was forced to fight in illegal wolf fighting rings since she was a preteen, Bastien. That girl was abused all her life and recently gained her freedom,” he sighs. “That girl also happens to be Creed’s mate.”

I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know he got transferred and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Sherkey Holmes as his wife got into labor just now so he won't be able to attend the meeting at Damison Groups. I am so excited, THEY ARE HAVING A BABY." The lady screams loud enough to impair my eardrums. "Yay! Congratulations to them." I fake my excitement and write it down in my schedule diary. Before she could continue her rant, I keep the phone.