Freckle Face Shawn Novels & Stories

Confusion spreads all over my face. His lower lip was split slightly. There was a bruise already forming near his jaw. His shirt looked crumpled too like he had been fighting? My brows pull together instantly. What the hell–” I move closer without thinking. “What the hell happened?” Shawn’s jaw tightens immediately at the question. “Derrick mother fucking bastard happened!” For one second my heart literally stopped beating. “What?”

Shawn just shook his head at her. Shawn didn't really think Harah was a fighter and she wasn't just giving up. He finally smiled. Because its facial reactions when angry are cute. Shawn can't blame Harah either because she's been going through a lot before. Compared to when she was pregnant with him. "Harah, do you regret giving yourself to me and not to Jack?" Shawn suddenly asked. Harah was suddenly silent at that question. "I just want to know the answer," Shawn added.

she squealed, climbing onto a stool, her curls bouncing as she reached for a plate. Shawn grinned, flipping a pancake with a flourish, his voice light. “Only the best for our princess,” he said, winking at her, his ease a balm to my frayed nerves. I smiled, my heart swelling at their bond, but the clock on the wall ticked closer to Marcus’s arrival, a reminder of the battle ahead.

Today is the ceremony, and as I had promised him, I would be there. I watch him fixedly as he strode over. He has no shirt on, putting his toned six pack on display. His muscles are ripped, tempting me to run my hands down those muscular plane. Those khaki shorts he had on hang low. I tighten my thighs and Shawn coughs, I loosen them quickly, my face burning up as I try to stop from looking at my best friend in any other way than friendly. "Went for a run?" Shawn asked him when he's nearing.

She was beautiful with luscious fuller hips. “You're beautiful,” Shawn said while tracing his fingers on her neck, going down her chest. “She's stunning," Kenny muttered and helped her get rid of the shorts and tossed them away, leaving her only in her panties. Both of them were squeezing her breasts a little harder, making her shudder as they pinched and twisted her hard, sensitive nipples, it didn't take a while for Shawn to strip off his clothes. He was a Greek god specimen to behold, with eight abs and his large cock sprouting out like some machine gun.

With his hands in his pockets, he smiled and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, “Hello, I’m Shawn Zuckman.” He greeted her warmly as if they were strangers. Macy was stunned to see the smile on her cousin’s face. He rarely smiled and always wore a sour look on his face. Zoey did not expect Shawn to be the cousin Macy mentioned. Shivers ran down her spine as she greeted, “Nice to meet you.” Suddenly, she grabbed Macy’s hand and exclaimed, “I have some urgent matters. We…” Shawn interrupted her rudely, “Are you trying to bail now?” Zoey panicked under his gaze and gulped, “No.”

Shawn pinched his eyebrows helplessly and said with exhaustion, "Sonia, how many times do I have to tell you that Britney has depression, so I have to take care of her?" "Take care of her? Did you have to take care of her in bed? Shawn, don't tell me that the hickeys on your necks were just mosquito bites." Shawn answered, "We drank too much and made a mistake. Can't we just move on from this? I don't even care that you made a bastard child with another man."

She just glanced at the two people who visited Shawn as if they weren't important enough to get her attention, and then her gaze stopped at Shawn. The guy was different from his two friends, who looked like homeless people. Shawn, minus the scars on his face, the piercings in his ears, the tattoos on his arms, or even his long messy hair, Jocelyn was sure he could still look neat and classy. His skin was bright and clean. His body is also tall and proportional. His facial structure is excellent, could even say handsome. Well, maybe it was also due to mixed races because usually, mixed-blood didn't look so poor when they really were. And Jocelyn was sure Shawn wasn't pure Indonesian, judging

“Let's get to it then.” At 9:50, Shawn arrived. “Ma belle!” he said, brushing a kiss on both cheeks. “You look... tense. But gorgeous. We make magic today, yes?” I allowed a small smile. “Magic.” The two men worked together. Mikel changed my face to a whole new masterpiece with sharp brows, smoked-out lids, matte red lips. Shawn adjusted the lights and backdrops in the studio. They chatted and gossiped between snaps, occasionally making me laugh, but my mind was locked on one thing.

While he was fully focused on Trevor, Sharon suddenly removed the mask on his face! Overcome with shock, he raised his hand to block his face from her. However, Sharon had already seen his face in that brief moment. “Franky, it’s really you!” She could recognize him. At the same time, she noticed that he had been disfigured from the explosion. The scar that marred his face was a shocking sight! While she was overcome with shock, Franky took the mask from her and put it on. He did not dare to see anyone with his face like this!