John Shelby Novels & Stories

Reina’s mind was a mess when she heard what Linda said, but she still managed to figure out what she was planning. Yes. She could just make Mr. Shelby the goat. She still had a way out of the situation. Reina suddenly teared up. “I remember now. At that time, Mr. Shelby gave me a lot of ideas. Why did you do this to me, Mr. Shelby?!” North narrowed her eyes. Linda then started wailing, “Mr. Shelby, Reina never offended you, so why are you ruining her life?!” Everyone instinctively looked over. Wasn’t Mr. Shelby the chairperson of Myers Corporation’s jewelry company?

Still, he was not as powerful as his uncle Nathan! At the same time, Timothy and Caleb were still debating how to keep the little hacker around. The secretary approached them then. "Mr. Barrett, Mr. Shelbert would like to meet with you." Timothy immediately replied, "Okay." "Tim, what does Mr. Shelbert want to discuss with you? He isn't trying to get you to deal with the Lane family with him, is he? He clearly knows about your relationship with Mia, and yet, he is still trying to persuade you to go against the Lane family?"

Kael asked. Shellyn looked at him for a long moment, then said softly but clearly, “I am the daughter of the Wilson Castillo family.” Kael froze. “What?” he said faintly. Shellyn continued, her voice still flat. “The daughter of Mr. Reno Barra Castillo and Mrs. Jessy Anandita.” Kael swallowed. “And…” “The granddaughter of Mr. Samuel Wilson and Oma Rebecca Cathy Castillo,” Shelyn added. Silence. Kael’s expression changed. His eyes widened, then hardened.

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 smile 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?”

I ask. “Of course not, my love. I know you threw the idiot off the scent with ease. There’s a good reason you are the Beta, my smart man. I’m so proud of how you are handling all this, my loving man. You are fighting for the innocent, and this is just making you even more attractive to me,” she admits and steps toward me. Shelby stands in front of me and kisses me on the lips, her free hand going to the bulge in my jeans. My hands slowly massage her back, before moving one hand down to her ass–the other returning to her lovely breasts.

~Introduction to the Male lead~ Name: Zion Black Knight. Age: 19 years. Lives in: Manchester. A British national. Height: 6.1ft, Fair skin, black eye. He is a high schooler. He is somebody that can't be restrained or tamed. The child of world's best and richest businessman, Andrew Black Knight. The one who brought the renovation in the entire IT industry. He is rich, handsome and intelligent with a photographic memory. Perfect in every way.

“Thank you for that question. I’m also here to announce that I won’t be in charge of the Yaldon family’s art division or their charity foundation anymore. But I’m proud to introduce you to my own charity, The Shelby Shelter. It’s a tribute to my mother, and I’ve poured every ounce of my love into it. Also…” I paused, letting the flashbulbs blink like fireworks, “I’m officially coming out of hiatus. I’m open for roles—big or small, I don’t care. I lost myself in that marriage.

she stuttered “ then I don’t see the issue of you coming back with me?” I questioned “ I just I’m not going back there” she mumbled walking out of the kitchen “ there has to be something she isn’t telling us” Creed addressed “ she isn’t hiding something, she has a past in the US. One that you can tell wasn’t so pleasant. Instead of pressuring her to go back Alexander maybe try to find out why she’s so hell bent on not” grandma shrugged walking out of the kitchen as well

I could see the whole of New York from where I was standing and all its impressive night lights. “What are you talking about?” I asked as I slowly turned around. I was calm while he was angry. That had always been our dynamic. He wore his emotions on his face and mannerisms proudly, I didn’t. I preferred not to let people know what I was thinking or feeling. It made me a little unpredictable and it got people frustrated enough to reveal what they were feeling. “You what I’m talking about, fucker. You hired Hazel fucking Thompson.” He stated. “I did and this is my hotel so I don’t understand how that concerns you.”