Anne Shirley Books Novels & Stories

"Yeah, she's buried in a book. That's surprising." Shirley stifled a giggle. "It's like she has no pussy to pay the teachers with." I grinned mischievously. "I wonder if she even knows what she's reading." Before Shirley could respond, Brielle looked up from her book and caught our eyes. Shirley and I quickly looked away, pretending to focus on their study materials. "I hope she didn't hear us," I whispered. Shirley shrugged. "It's not like we said anything mean. Besides, it's not our fault she's always bitchy."

“I tried to inform her that you were busy and that you weren’t seeing visitors today, but she just...” “Keep your dirty mouth shut when I’m talking!” Madison whirled around, pointing a sharp, manicured nail inches from Shirley’s nose. Her eyes raked over her from head to toe with pure, unadulterated disgust. “How dare you put your hands on my arm? Do you have any idea how much this silk costs? Your entire year's salary couldn't buy one sleeve.” Shirley flinched as if she had been slapped, her face flushing a deep, embarrassed red.

I drank my water and said nothing. She kept going, talking about the merger, her parents, the board pushing her to marry, how perfect our babies would look, how I needed to stop acting like a child and start acting like the man who would run both empires one day. Every word out of her mouth made my jaw lock tighter. I spotted Lila again over Sophia’s shoulder. She took a table half-hidden behind a pillar and pretended to write in a notebook. Her hand shook. Good. Let her shake. She started this war the night she climbed into my bed. Tonight I finished it.

Shirley banged into her office. "I'm working on Mr Travis schedule" Annie replied. "You can go!" Shirley raised her voice. "We don't want you to wear yourself out"she added. "I'm nearly done. I will just take this him" Annie replied and stood immediately with some files at hand. Shirley shot her a deadly glare, she couldn't get over Annie's nicely curved hips that sways each time she walks. No doubt, Annie is a ravishing woman, an epitome of beauty and a seductress. She has pretty oval face and smooth plum reddish lips, her ass were round and naturally lifted up. All these are Shirley's headache and she greatly feared Travis will be charmed by her beauty.

Then one bolder mutt sank its teeth into my calf and ripped off a chunk of flesh. The pain cut straight through to my soul. I screamed without thinking, trying to scare them off. "Get back! Don't touch me! Get away!" But no one could hear me. My hands passed through their bodies every time I tried to shove them. All I could do was watch as those animals turned my flesh into a feast—tearing, gnawing, reducing me to something unrecognizable. I remembered my father, after hearing of Matthew's death, pointing a finger at my face—every word a poison-tipped dagger. "Eli! I curse you to die a wretched death, with no body left to bury!"

Shirley That pushed me roughly into the dungeon, and I landed roughly on the floor. I groaned in pain on the floor. I stood up on the floor. I stood up only to see my father gallrein dagger at me. If looks could kill me, I would have been dead by now. I felt my jaw seize. I don't know what to do. I wanted to start a conversation, but I don't know what to say. I don't think I should start a conversation because of his hard gaze on my body.

Chapter 89 Living with the Andrews for the past two years has been a whole lot of experience for Shirley Lee, the twenty-three years old young lady that was hired to be a maid in the Andrews family two years ago. Aside from being in the family to find money for herself, she was also here for her crush, Tate. The boy she attended the same school with when they were still kids, but sadly, he didn't recognize her again.

She only lowered her head and furrowed her brows, as if she was entangled with something. "Shirley, what's wrong? Why have you refused to say a single word to me? Is there something on your mind?" After a long while, Elizabeth couldn't help but ask. Shirley was waiting for her to take the initiative to ask, but she was a little hesitant, as if she had made a great decision, and said slowly, "Elizabeth, I have a secret I want to tell you." "Secret? What's the secret?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

The newspapers seem to have an incredible pull towards the Ashfords. "No thanks," I reply, scanning the New York Times to find an article about "Amelia Ashford, the teenager billionaire." I open the article, and it's like a small compilation of everything she has ever done in her sixteen years of life. She really lives in a world of luxury because, in every single picture of her, she is wearing very expensive clothes, shoes, and bags.

Alex smiled at her. Shirley had initially come here to seize the opportunity, fearing that Alex would snatch it all. Thus, she jumped into the water without hesitation. An overwhelming chill engulfed her the moment she entered, but it nourished her spirit and bone patterns. “Alex, do you think this pool formed this tree, or did this tree form the pool?” Shirley said.