John Shelby Novels & Stories

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.”

I don't have nobody else for family, only my grandma. I mean, thankfully I have my best friend Jade Henshaw, she's like a sister to me. We're both 17 years old and juniors at Lakevalley High School. Jade is stunning; she's about my height, maybe an inch shorter than I and I'm about 5'7". She has brown hair with lighter blonde highlights and honey-colored eyes. We met a couple years after my parents died when we were about 6 years old.

The wet fabric sticks to his skin as he rises his arms over his head pulling the shirt off over his head co please exposing his smooth tan skin, slight abs and a small mole above his bellybutton. Stepping out of the shadows he turns around at looks right at me. "What are you doing here" I ask walking closer. He doesn't answer only rummages through a black duffle bag, pulling out a pair of light blue and black basketball shorts, he tosses them to me and I slip them on. "What are you doing here" I ask again letting my Alpha voice slip, forgetting that he is human and it won't work on him. He surprises me by answering "I have nowhere else to go"

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema

“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.”

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"I've heard that." "Who am I kidding?" Shelby shook her head. "All those men are fine pieces of ass. But all of them are taken, except for the kinda hot, nerdy one." "Travis Steele." She could definitely vouch that he was a bit nerdy, but he was hot too. Becoming hotter the more she hung out with him. In fact, they had a lunch date scheduled for today, and she was very excited about it. "Yeah, that's him." She snapped her fingers. "He's hot in his own way, but he is definitely no Jagger or Tyler."

" If she is the one then we have a problem on our hands. " " We can just kill her. Place a hunt on her head. " " Don't be daft, Percy hissed irritated. " Killing a cop wouldn't make the problem go away rather it will make it worse. " John's face reddened at his boss scolding tone. " What are we going to do? " he asked in a subdued tone. " I will figure something out. " ********* Shelby was lounging on the couch in her sweats drinking cereal and watching some ratty show on the TV when her roommate busted in on her.

Shelby drank the soup and sighed softly, "I just feel sad for my best friend for having a useless husband who failed to protect the family, and for having a useless daughter who can't do anything right." "Mrs. Shelby, please stop. I don't want to hear them anymore," Ivy covered her ears with her hands tightly, shook her head, and went on, "I don't want to hear them, I don't want to hear them…" "If running away makes you feel better, then keep running away," Mrs.Shelby scoffed, "I have plans of making you one of the Shelbys and with your status as Josiah's wife, it would be a piece of cake to get rid of your stepmother and to take back your company. But since you don't have this ambition, let