Beverly Jean Shaw Novels & Stories

In Aziza’s house, Beverly waisted no time and made her move on Steve on that night. Steve was already in the bedroom laying down to sleep when she knocked. Walking to the door he came across Beverly on a sexy lingerie, an image that once drove him crazy. With her smooth skin, full breast, perfect waist and her long blonde hair cascading down her shoulders, Beverly was the definition of a sex appeal.

I had been dutifully preparing some documents that needed his signature and also setting up his meetings for the day like I have done for 7 years as his secretary but since Beverly’s arrival, I have been unable to get any work done. I feel a pang in my chest everytime Kian laughs, almost tearing up at the thought that he has never laughed like that around me. I stare at her slender frame, her lush black hair that bounces back into place even when she throws her head back in laughter and the grace in every of her movements. Beverly is an epitome of feminine grace and every of her features is proof of why Kian has been hung up over her even though they separated years ago. Even though he marri

She stared briefly at the name, country and number caved on the man's info on her phone— Noah Waniworth, England,2213 before putting it away despite how hard it seemed. “Sign..” she tossed the blue biro to Beverly's end and ran a hand through her black curls “You seemed lost in thought, second thoughts?” Beverly sighed. “What does it matter.. as long as mom's okay, I guess I'll be too” Deep within, Beverly McCartney hadn't had a single choice even though she had craved for one. The thought of saving a woman who had her for 9 months, fend for her, without nothing, no source of income, no job, just house clean ups to earn, was everything Beverly could think of and it shattered her. She knew sh

Four thousand three hundred and twenty minutes until freedom. Beverly spent the next hours in a fog of preparation disguised as normal routine. She served breakfast—Faye demanded eggs benedict and fresh-squeezed orange juice, delivered to the master bedroom where she lounged in Beverly's silk robe. Beverly's hands didn't shake when she set down the tray. She cleaned the guest bathrooms, finding a forgotten twenty-dollar bill in a medicine cabinet. It went into her bra, next to Vincent's card. She did laundry, "accidentally" keeping one of Irene's black scarves. Perfect for covering her hair.

he asked in a high voice. "Release my self." answered Beverly relaxed. "Do you want to come?" Jackson looked at the woman with his mouth open. What kind of woman is this Beverly? What is clear, in the eyes of Jackson Beverly is not an elegant woman who should have high manners like a woman. Beverly looks like a bar-woman born into an uneducated family. "Get off!" Beverly shook off Jackson's hand and walked over to find a toilet. Once she found the toilet, Beverly was in and out five seconds later. "Do you have clean towels?" he asked Jackson.

She knew she couldn't stop until Omaha was truly safe, until she brought down King Rico's reign of terror. Beverly's mind wandered, gradually shifting away from the recent battles in Omaha, and it found solace in the memories of Gaza. The bond she shared with the people there, particularly Madam Pat and Alice, was a lifeline that tethered her to her true purpose. She thought of Madam Pat, the strong and wise woman who had taken her in and treated her like her own daughter. Beverly could still remember the day she had stumbled into Gaza, battered and weary, seeking refuge from the darkness that had consumed her life. Madam Pat had welcomed her with open arms, providing shelter, care, and guid

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. Eva looking at Beverly, accessed her from hair to toe. She'd never met Beverly in person before now but Bryan in the past had told her quite a lot about her. "I didn't think you were from around here, are you Nigerian?" Eva asked. "African?" Beverly shook her head, her brown eyes sparkling with laughter. "No ma'am. I am black Canadian. Beverly Washington." "Eva Hills," Eva turned and poured a large cup of coffee with a touch of regular milk, then slid the cup across the counter. "Why did you and Bryan break up?"

However, leaving the estate was the only time Joanna could wear jeans and a T-shirt and let her blonde hair down. “Selena. She always goes first,” Beverly answered. Beverly was a struggling freelance writer and temp worker for a temporary agency. Her brown hair came to her earlobe. It was a miracle she had tonight off. “Besides, her sultry stories always break the ice. “You are always putting me on the spot,” Selena said with twisted lips. “Yeah. It’s fun,” Beverly said with a smirk and raised her wine glass.

I said and grandma chuckled. "What?" "You're worried about her? She's a smart girl." I raised my eyebrows when grandma said that. "But still grandma.." I said and at the same time.. I heard the door opened. I turned my head to the door and found Beverly walking in. She's wearing a black nike sports bra and nike shorts. She unplugged her earphones and walked inside. She took off her shoes and when she saw me.. she smiled. My eyes went down to her flat stomach. Her body is full of sweat and I closed my eyes. She does know how to make a man go crazy.