John Shelby Novels & Stories

“I won’t screw this up.” Shelby shot me a cautious glance, a shadow of a smirk tugging at his lips. “You better not. Because if you do, I’ll kill you with my bare hands”

But I’m well aware of my shortcomings. It’s just a matter of time before Robert catches on. Shelby reemerges with her bag just as a car pulls up outside. “My son’s here. I’m going to go. Robert, will you stay until Charlotte is done closing up? Or I can stay. My son will be with us.” “No, go.” I smiled at her. “I’ve got it.” She hurries to the car, and I start switching off the lights. “There was no one in the alley when you went to check?”

Drawing power from my outfit, I do end up giving daring looks to people that didn’t bother hiding their judgement, causing some of them to develop enough shame to look away. “Dariana?” I hear someone call me from behind, and I turn around to face them. “It’s been ages since I saw you at one of these things. I have been lonely.” She says with a light chuckle. Shelby Norbit— well it’s Shelby Greene now that she’s married to Bradley Greene, heir to a massive medical engineering fortune. If this was something organised by her parents, they certainly did a good job. If not, I know they’re proud of they’re anything like mine— which they are.

Shelby smiled obediently: “You are the best, and I have deleted her after what happened last time.” I groaned. I pursed my lips. I couldn't help but smile: “Is it so grand ? I remember it was just a barbecue.” She immediately woke up, first touched the corners of her mouth, then looked down at my shoulder, and then raised her head to glare at me. I replied to Wallce: It’s none of my business. Shelby is a person who always does one thing after another when trying to persuade others. She said: “I don't want it.”

Sebastian's POV Our time in the red room was an unforgettable experience, one that left a lasting impression on me. It was a moment that I plan to repeat, as it brings a unique intensity and thrill that I crave. Shelly is an incredible submissive; she knows how to feed my dominant side in a way that no other can. Her compliance, eagerness, and understanding create a perfect dynamic that enhances our bond deeply. Unfortunately, tomorrow marks a temporary departure from her company, as pressing business requires my attention a few states away. This separation is a necessity, dictated by circumstances beyond our control. Due to my position as a mafia boss, it's not yet safe for Shelly to travel

Alpha Kyle's voice drifted into my ears and I couldn't help but shiver. Before I could react, I was taken away and thrown into the dungeon. But then this time, I care less about anything. I was going to escape tonight. I had already decided, I was sure that getting out of the dungeon was going to be a hard thing. Thinking about this, I sat upright as I began to map out a plan. Over the years, I had known the pack like the back of my hand so I had begun formulating a plan. But then my biggest obstacle was how I was going to get out of the dungeon.

Jensen’s POV The cold water splashed against my face as I heard a voice I knew all too well. “Wake up Mr. Daniels. It’s time for your close-up.” I could barely open my eyes because they were swollen shut. I forced one open a little as I saw a flash from a few feet in front of me. “Perfect, let’s see if that little whore will come to save you.” Joseph’s voice rang in my ear and I tried to get to him, but I was tied down to a chair.

I read story after story of tragedy; whole families killed, children left orphaned, businesses destroyed… and then I came across the memorial piece for the Luna. A black and white image of her funeral took up the whole front page. The photographer had captured the shot from the side, showing Julius standing at her coffin, wearing a plain black suit, his head held high as he looked forward into nothingness. There was no evidence that he had shed any tears, in fact his face seemed to lack emotion altogether. It mirrored the face of the man who stood beside him, an older gentleman who I assumed was his father.

I head to the bar on the other side of town. *** I sit at the bar alone and get serious about getting completely drunk. I want to forget this night; my life — everything! How has my life gone so wrong? Is this it for me now? “Theo? Is that you?” I look up and I see my childhood friend, Shelby. We were best friends in school. But he moved to another city and became a successful race car driver, quite famous now. “Shelby! What are you doing here?” I give him a hug and he sits down next to me.

consistently. “Kind of,” she replied, offering a small shrug. “It’s hard not to be, out here.” He chuckled softly, stepping closer but still maintaining a respectable distance. “I figured. It’s quiet, and you don’t have many around your age to talk to.” “I’ve noticed,” she replied dryly, though not unkindly. “I’m Karl,” he said, nodding slightly. “Serena,” she said, even though he already knew. Her name was no secret here. But saying it aloud felt a little like reclaiming something.