Glee Shelby Novels & Stories

I give her full control as I hit the night again. Me- Good thing I was naked. Shelby- Discussion on that later. Me- We didn’t get to you know. Shelby- Later, I need to focus. Shelby sniffs out the rogues. These aren’t Uncle TJ’s; these are nasty rogues, who kill for the fun of it. Too bad for them, so does Shelby.

They reminded me of Madison, the same sick attitude made me sick to my stomach. Marianne stepped closer. I could feel it. “You really have no shame, do you? After everything, you still walk around like you belong here.” I said nothing. Shelby laughed. “Or what? You’ll cry again? Run to Roy?” That did it. I turned in one swift motion. The scissors were in my hand before either of them could react. One second Shelby was smirking, the next the cold metal was pressed lightly against her neck. Her breath hitched so hard I felt it through the handle.

Shelley was dressed to kill in a vibrant red gown. She applied her lip gloss and was putting on her jewelry when her mother walked in. It had been a week since they returned from their hometown. “My beautiful daughter has a date tonight, huh?” Mrs. Hills teased. Shelley blushed. “I linked up with one of Beauty's exes—his name is Stephen, the one she dated back in high school.” Mrs. Hills blinked, unsure if she heard correctly. “You did what?!”

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"Is that so? I don't think so." Sheryl laughed too. A gleam flashed across her eyes, as though they were a pair of sharpened blades. "Plus, how would you know that I haven't gotten what I was after? What I want is to stay by Mr. Justin's side. I, Sheryl Gillis, will only march ahead. I will never look back." … After leaving the detention center, Sheryl drove back to her own manor immediately. She had an enjoyable bath and sprayed some perfume on to get rid of all the bad luck on her.

“She gets like that a lot around me. Around others she’s very reserved. I just don’t want to tell her and have her be scared of me. I can deal with her being pissed and annoyed, scared... I wouldn’t know what to do.” “You’re just going to tell her,” Kirstie shrugged. “You could ask Brooke to help you.” Greyson shook his head. “She’s shy around Brooklyn, she won’t help.” “Ace? Harry? Kal? Can any of them help break the news?” “If I want her to remain quiet and talk in short sentences then they will be fucking amazing,” Greyson muttered. “So she’s shy around everyone but you?” “Bingo. Unless she gets really mad, like earlier.”

Had sat there and decided she didn't deserve privacy anymore, that he wanted to be able to see her whenever he wanted. She glared at him through the glass, her expression making her feelings abundantly clear. And Grayson—the absolute bastard—chuckled. She could see his shoulders shake with silent laughter, could see the smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. He saw her glare and found it amusing. Shayla was still fuming, trying to decide whether to march into his office and demand he change it back, when her computer chimed with a new email. **From: Grayson Cross**

“Don’t worry, sweet pea. Auntie Shelly will sneak you out. We’ll find the cute ones, and you can flirt as much as you want before your scary dad shows up with a shotgun.” I burst out laughing so hard I had to wipe tears from my eyes. The sound startled Aubree for a second, but then she blinked up at Shelly, as if already learning her aunt’s mischievous ways. The laughter faded into something softer. Shelly looked down at Aubree, her expression shifting, voice trembling just a little. “She’s so perfect, Sabs. Do you ever just.. get scared? Like it’s too good? Like she’s too good for all of this?”

We rarely saw eye to eye, and our conversations were often fraught with tension. "So, Shanelle," Shelby began, her voice tinged with curiosity, "I heard you've been getting quite a bit of attention in the modeling world. How's that working out for you?" I took a moment to collect my thoughts, feeling the weight of her piercing gaze. "It has its ups and downs," I replied cautiously, choosing my words carefully. "But overall, it's been a thrilling journey. This opportunity in LA is a significant milestone for me." Shelby raised an eyebrow, clearly skeptical. "Fashion shows and photo shoots, huh? Is that all there is to life?"

Young Miss Shelby arrived just as they sat for dinner. “Come… come…come…” Grandma Walter invited her warmly and seated her next to Chris feigning it to be unintentional. Sheryl Shelby was a tall, blonde beautiful lady; Her cat-like eyes were beautifully drawn, and a flirtatious smile adorned her lips that were shaped like cupid’s bow. “Grandma Walter” She called out sweetly as she hugged grandma before sitting down throwing a flirtatious wink at Chris, who had totally ignored her. He didn’t even raise his head to acknowledge the guest.