Freckle Face Shawn Novels & Stories

Shawn was prompter than usual when he arrived fifteen minutes later looking glum and looking for a pick up. “You look like a kicked puppy dude, it’s killing my heart,” he said handing him a soda and sitting on the sofa next to him. “You’re sunburnt, where you’ve been?” “The beach, Derrick took me,” he said looking at his arms and pressing his hands to his cheeks. “We’re…working together to get a relationship again. It’s a little weird.” “Just a bit,” Shawn agreed with a nod. “But I want to make it work, I want him, no one else, but he’s a dick so we have to work together to move past it!”

Between Chris and ? "Hey, numb nuts, wake up!" The rough shaking and name calling by his brother, Stu, yanked Chris from his dream into reality. "Screw off, jerk face," he mumbled, still groggy from sleep. "I get better results when I screw on. And I wouldn't talk about faces. You look like you hit the front end of a truck and lost." Patting his visage, Chris frowned. "What are you talking about? I don't feel anything wrong." The damage from the lacrosse ball to his face a few days ago was already gone. Thank God for his enhanced healing ability, an awesome shifter trait.

“Fuck it … careful, Shawn!” Shawn hung above the dirt, kicking his legs in an attempt to wriggle his way up, struggling to keep his grasp on the top. He located the nose of a wolf's face protruding out of the front of the tall exterior with his right foot and used it to hold himself as he made his way onto the deck. As Shawn lifted himself and prepared for the final jump, his teammates breathed a sigh of relief. "I'm fine," he said confidently. "I just lost my focus for a second there."

Grace looked at Shawn. He was wearing a white high-neck sweater, a long coat, a cap, and a mask. The outfit added a touch of gentleness to him. "Mr. Griffin, are you afraid of the cold?" Shawn looked straight ahead. "Very much." Grace nodded in understanding. There was a stretch of road leading to the venue's entrance. Grace didn't know what to say. Shawn saw through her and asked, "Do you feel awkward to see me?"

My brother is lucky to have her. Against my wishes, Drake has organized for an holiday away from the pack. He has managed to convince me to get some reconstructive surgery once we get to our destination so as to mend the scar on my face, the scar I have always admired as a badge of honor. I will now get it removed and no one will ever call me Scarface again. It's a name I was willing to accept but now it goes.

JARED Shawn covered his mouth and chuckled. "What?" He asked, still laughing. My lips pursed. This was really unfair. We were both omegas, but his strength was a world apart from mine. My eyes drifted to the omegas, who had long given up on the way, and my mood suddenly got better. At least, I was better than most omegas. Only Shawn was a freak. My mood elevated, and so was my mouth. I couldn't stop chatting with Shawn about how thrilling the race was.

I’ve spent years wishing that James could be the man I’ve always dreamed he could be, and I keep getting glimpses, and yet as I sit here staring at this cup of coffee, I realize that I don’t even know if he knows how I take my coffee. It’s such a simple thing, but does he know how Marina takes her coffee? Or is it tea… She gives me the vibe that she’d be a tea drinker, and not of the sweet iced Georgian variety. “Why does your face look like that?” Shawn has his lips pulled between his teeth, fighting a smile. “Like what?” I blink, cooling my expression. “Kind of looked like that time you got constipated for three weeks when you were ten,” his eyes widened as the memory of what happened afte

His hair was grown out, his beard was messy and his eyes had bags under them. “Femi, went out sha. But Shawn is there any problem?” I asked him. It was too alarming not to inquire about. I was surprised that I didn’t notice the issue sooner. “What do you mean?” He asked me in confusion. “Sir..” I said and he gave me a look “sorry, Shawn, you don’t look okay. You grew your hair out, your beard is a mess. You have bags underneath your eyes, is everything okay?” Shawn smiled and sighed “Ama Ama Ama… I forgot that you know me too well.”

“Shawn, let go of me first.” Hearing the weariness in her voice, Shawn finally loosened his grip. He lowered his head, gaze fixed on her like a scolded child. Up close, Aria could see how much he had changed. His features carried a reckless, almost defiant edge—handsome in a way that screamed trouble. The kind of face that gave you the illusion he’d cycle through girlfriends but never commit. Broad shoulders, easily six-foot-three, his presence filled the hallway like a double-door frame.

While they were staring at Blake who was speaking with the bouncers, Shawn suddenly noticed the tattoo of a horse on his arm. "Look at that, Queen," he said. "One of the men at the entrance has a tattoo of a horse on his arm, which means that we need to come up with a different plan." "And what is that?" she asked. "You know what, take off the face cap," Shawn advised. Queen took off her face cap, and so did he. Since she was used to tying her hair up in a bun, Shawn freed her hair so it would fall by her side.