Freckle Face Shawn Novels & Stories

*** Shawn At the moment, all Shawn could think about was what he could do to shake off his pursuers. The young werewolf was panting and groaning in pain, as he grasped the side of his abdomen, three apparent claw marks managed to tear his thick dark blue coat and cut through his muscles to show his rib cage. Shawn needed an immediate medical treatment, but where could he go when there were more than dozens of pursuers looking for him to reap his life?

"Mr. Wright, I told you! This bastard is beyond arrogant and full of himself! There's no point in talking to him. Just give the order—we'll tear down this Moonlit Apothecary and grind him into the dirt! Let's see how smug he looks when he's on his knees begging for our mercy!" Francesca gritted her teeth. "Shawn, you're nothing but a bully hiding behind someone stronger. If you're so tough, why don't you take him down yourself? Go on, give it a shot." Shawn's face turned bright red. If he actually had the strength, he would've made a move a long time ago. He would not have waited until now. The only reason he dared return to Jayrodale to stir up trouble was because he had latched onto Quinto

He added, plucking his lips towards Everett, before completely pinning him off as the boy struggled to unbound himself while muttering curses and profanities. “I feel like I need to cover Maddy's eyes up,” Said Shawn, leaning on the bed frame looking at the scene in front of him. “This is SPG.” He added weirdly. This is surely one of those memories that he knew would be stuck up to the back of his head forever. “This is hilarious. I'm going to record it.” Said Sabrina, opening her phone's camera recorder. Sabrina in a bikini earlier was quite splendiferous. But Shawn would be lying if he says that she wasn't slaying it in this simple oversized shirt that she probably stole from one of the bo

“I have. In 11th grade. We broke up because he relocated to Africa with his mum who was a research professor.” They spend the next few hours of the night talking and catching up a bit. “So, what are your hobbies…?” Shawn asked and immediately, his phone rang. He sighed as he saw Rachel's name on the caller ID. “Hello?” He answered. “Shawn, my ulcer is back. My stomach is on fire, kindly help me please.” Rachel's raspy voice sounded on the phone. “I have to go, no, we have to go. My friend is sick and needs my help.” Shawn said, getting up.

some looked at him in shock, some in amusement and the man holding me down was looking at him with his usual cold gaze. When he noticed the scar face didn't let me go so he rushed towards us as he grabbed his hand on my arm and tried to push it away. I frowned and looked down at his hand struggling to push the scar face hand away from my arm but his hand didn't even move an inch.

Luis sat down on the sofa with Derry and started narrating in detail everything that happened to Mr Shawn. "So, while with the military, Mr Shawn was involved in an accident and Mr Mingle was the one who helped him. But he didn't just help him; he wiped his memory. You remember Mr Shawn went on a trip and went off social media after," Luis narrated and Derry nodded following the story.

"Hey can I invite Xavier to come?" Shawn's face looks at me with disgust. "Xavier? The freak?" The freak? "Uh... well... he's not a freak Shawn." I say, truthfully. "Cole, are you in there? Did you take over the old Cole?" Shawn joked, tapping my forehead. I took his hand away. "Nah it's me, why don't you like him though?" "Cole. Why are you acting like this? He's skinnier than a fucking twig, and he looks depressed all the time, not someone I want to be friends with Cole."

They're the two guys who helped Allen on the park when he got beaten up. Shawn is a famous bar tender and Kimmon Grey Fallom was his Father's own assistant in their own comapany. Shawn was rich, he just enjoyed mixing wines and he hate stressing himself out too much. "Why the fuck are you smiling like a maniac, Allien?" Shawn hissed and Kim laughed at the nickname. "Stop calling me that you shrimp." Allen gave Shawn a deadly glare but Shawn only mocked him. "Knock it out you childish motherfuckers." Kim said and both of them stopped.

However, Shawn barely touched his food as he was busy staring at me as I ate. I was unaware of it at first, but I soon realized that Shawn's gaze was glued onto my face. At first I thought that there was something wrong with my hyper-realistic mask. “Is there something wrong with my face?” I asked. “You've got something on your lips.” He said and then he leaned forward slightly and was about to wipe the stain off of my lips, but I was quicker than him. I leaned back and quickly wiped the corner of my lips with the back of my hand when Shawn closed in.

Shawn introduced us hastily, pulling me along to come with him. "Hey hey hey hey, Naw man! That's not how you do it," a handsome man, with ochre brown skin and low cut hair spotting waves, protested, stopping Shawn in his tracks. Shawn huffed, rolled his eyes and turned back around to face his friends. "Noah," he said gruffly. The dark skinned guy grinned happily at him and I noticed that his two canines were literal diamond teeth. They sparkled beautifully any time he talked or smiled. "Nice to meet you, beautiful," he waved kindly at me, his eyes crinkling as he smiled.