John Shelby Novels & Stories

Now her clothes were dirty, and her hair was messy, "He was right. We were just having fun. Thank you for helping me." Joanne frowned tightly, "But the yogurt on your body..." "Please forget it. I'm begging you, okay?" Shelby pleaded and felt extremely embarrassed. She once was a respected daughter of the Greyson family, but now her self-esteem had long gone. In particular, she was seen having dinner with Cayden. Shelby became more and more ashamed as she thought about it. She grabbed the mask and the hat that had fallen to the ground and stumbled out of the private room.

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

Silas was more than he appeared, and I couldn't help but wonder about the secrets he held. "Hey, come on, you two, let's grab some breakfast," Gerald invited, his tone warm and inviting, a bit of a contrast to the formal setting. He motioned towards the dining area, signaling for us to follow. Silas replied with a short, "Sure, Dad," but I could sense the hesitation in his voice. It was subtle, but there, telling me he wasn't exactly thrilled about the idea of a new Luna, especially my mom, Kendall. As we headed to the dining area, I walked alongside Silas, stealing a glance at him. There was a whole mix of feelings written on his face, hinting at a deeper story. It was clear he was grapplin

“It’s fine. We aren’t exactly good buddies.” How would Shelly react after knowing Mr. Tremont’s supposititious son went on to become Alejandro Smith, who now also possessed shares in Tremont Enterprise? One thing was for sure—she would be very, very miffed. The entire event would still be too convoluted to expatriate even if Arianne or Mark tried.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.