John Shelby Novels & Stories

As they passed, Seth shouted, "Blade, I'll beat you to that tree over there!" "The the h*ll you will, boy!" he shouted back and then took off. "Remind me to get those boys something really nice when this is all over," Ellie said, and then, turning to look Shelby in the eyes, she asked, "What in the world were you thinking, asking him questions?" "What?" Shelby said defensively. "I was just making conversation." "Blade doesn't know how to make conversation. All Blade knows how to talk about is Blade." "And his great-uncle who is apparently a cross between John Wayne and Clint Eastwood." Shelby laughed at her own comment.

Because that was because my father—Alfred—was the king and the throne happened to be his birthright. Beta Asher pulled the car to a stop, and I stared at the long yellow building before us. Beside me, Clinton squirmed, and instinctively, I placed a hand on his thigh. His frown deepened as I looked up at him. “Everything's going to be alright, dear,” I said, though even I didn't believe my words. “So don’t beat yourself up too much. Try to cheer up.” “It's not as easy as you think,” he grumbled, biting his bottom lip.

Shelby pursued Rain at first, but after being mercilessly rejected again and again, he gave up and pursued Nyla instead. When Nyla realized that Shelby’s father was the Vice Principal of Bayville University, she pretended to be drunk on their first date so Shelby could get her into bed. Afterward, she managed to charm him entirely with her performance in the bedroom. However, she knew that Shelby still liked Rain. The senior year internship was a crucial step for them, and to get her revenge on Rain, she let Shelby do whatever he wanted in the bedroom for three days straight. After experiencing countless waves of pleasure, Shelby agreed to trick Rain.

"Don't you worry about it. I'd be a disgrace to Seechertown if I couldn't even handle something this small." Shelby let out a small smile. Indeed, she did still trust Wilbur. A little over ten minutes later, a bald man hurried over with a few security guards. The bald man said at once, "You're here, Mister Jotun! Why didn't you drop by to say hi?" He hurried up to Hector, shaking hands with him warmly. Shelby leaned over to whisper to Wilbur, "That's Mister Shia Tasdo. Our dean." Wilbur nodded, saying nothing.

Jason's POV This is it, a clean start. I wanted to get closer to Shay and this was my first solution, I threw away my grudge against Falcon Group and now I want to start over. I have an important appointment with Shelby Falcon, shay's older sister and also the executive director of their company. I have a business proposal in mind that I have already thoroughly discussed in line on an email that I sent her yesterday and I have officially agreed to not make Falcon Group a competitor but a business associate. We arrived on the 15th floor and her secretary opened the door to her office for me and I walked in.

And I know she only agreed to avoid causing more of a scene. We’re almost through the main course whilst Atticus’s beta tells Hugh about something Shelby did many years ago. An act of bravery, it seems. Hugh smiles at her as he takes her hand and gives it a squeeze. “Shelby has always been brave,” he says. “It’s just a shame we didn’t meet for so many years,” she replies softly, resting her head against his shoulder. I look away, gazing down at my mate instead, giving them their privacy. But that remark makes me think about life in general.

Why the little shits will pay for not informing us before hand of this, and why the fuck was she coming from the dungeons in the first place? We have finally found our mate and she was gorgeous, her head was down and all I could see was her black hair and a figure that would have any man on his knees begging for her attention. I wanted her to look up so I cleared my throat to try and get her attention, but she only looked to her left and not at us. I felt Owen come and stand next to me, "Finally the two of you joined us, was starting to think you enjoyed staying down there" he spoke to our brothers but his eyes was on her the whole time, the stoic expression back in place. Raven chuckled and

“The child she…” “The child is hers, and though you have donated the sperm, I wouldn’t consider a fucking thief the legal father.” He said, stopping the man. Elijah let out a low growl, and Dean glared at him before he tensed. I knew that things could end up getting dirtier than we wanted them to be. However, Dean didn’t have the chance to react as Irina cried out. I frowned in confusion before turning to face her. Her eyes were wide and she put a hand on her stomach.

He crashed with a thud, his eyes bulging as he looks at me in shock. "Un... Uncle Fred!" "Don't uncle me, you fucking coward. Why haven't you told Russell who you really are? And why the hell are you pretending to help him? You know damn well your daddy doesn't hold sponsorships for any damn sports. Caleb has never been a fanatic of sports, so speak up! What games are you playing here boy?" I threatened him, getting closer to his face.

I snatch it away. "What was that?" I questions. "Was that...That wasn't Grayson was it?" Jasper, glancing around, assesses the shadows sliding in between the trees, as the sun finally sets. His ring glints in the rising moonlight. Commander of the Night. "Be quiet." He snaps. I fold my arms, forcing his hand to fall back to his side. "I'm not doing anything until you tell me what's going on. Do you know how isolating it-"