John Shelby Novels & Stories

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.”

The significance of these banks to him, meant that, he would always love spending time here. Caleb emerged from the water, running his hand through his hair as he spoke, “One of these days, we will have to address your propensity for cheating.” He said, as he picked up a pair of pants laying on top a rock, and pulled it over his long, muscular thighs and legs. Roy laughed, “The Alpha sounds like a sore loser.” Caleb scoffed, “We both know I got that squirrel first.” “Speak louder, if you will, Caleb. I do not think the squirrel heard you, all the way in my stomach.”

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.

There was something about Shane that screamed majestic. He was … kingly.

I pulled my phone out of the clutch I was carrying and sent a quick text to Aubrey and Lin. Shelby: I just got laughed at for wanting to become a lawyer. I need to get away from these people. Aubrey: Do you want me to book you that flight? Shelby: Yes, I’m ready to come home. Aubrey: Bad news. The flight tomorrow is booked. Shelby: When is the next flight out of here? Aubrey: In two days. Shelby: Book it. I will just find a way to hide out for one more day.