Madam Shyarly Novels & Stories

“Come now, you should stop looking at her,” Andrew said as he looked over towards his friend who laid down with his back on the ground. Shane spit out a mouthful of blood and laughed. “I guess you can only take advantage when I am distracted. You still cannot beat me fair and square,” Shane retorted. He dusted himself off and stood up to take a better look at Andrew’s neighbour. Maddison Grey, or Maddie as people knew her, was just exiting a truck that was driven by one of the most popular boys at school. She got off and kiss Caen, on the lips. The buff boy smiled from ear to ear as he thoroughly enjoyed the kiss.

Who happens to my mother? My mother died after she gave birth to me, and she named me Shirley before she took her last breath. She ordered them to give me her necklace, which is the only thing that reminds me of her. I have no picture of her nor do I have a portrait. My father hated me to the extent that he made the maids destroy every picture and portrait of me. My father treats me like nobody, but I couldn't believe that my biological father would want to sell me.

he assured. Mr Shawn answered the door and was shocked to see who was there. Before he could say something Mrs Shawn walked to the door after her multiple questions were met with silence. A beautiful young lady, holding a small travelling bag stood at the door. She had long black hair tied with a ribbon into a ponytail and carried an expressionless look. Before Mrs Shawn could say anything, the strange lady spoke. "Adam, who is this pregnant woman?" asked the stranger lady sounding aloof. Mr Shawn opened his mouth but no words came out.

“Kelly, I need you to hear me clearly. I do not love you. I will never choose you. Stop writing me letters. Stop spreading lies about Shirley. Stop trying to tear her down, because it won’t change the truth.” Kelly’s lips tremble, her fists clenching at her sides. For once, she has no words. The silence in the room is deafening. I turn back to Shirley, my voice softening. “From now on, no one gets to make you feel less than you are. Not here. Not anywhere. You are mine, and I will make sure everyone knows it.” Her eyes shimmer with tears, but this time they are not from pain, they are from relief. From finally being defended. She nods, her lips curving into the smallest, most beautiful smile

I cried as I answered, "My mother-in-law sold Cara to Hans!" When the neighbors heard it, some were whispering, some were shocked, but most of them were furious. Many of those present were parents whose children had been cruelly murdered by Hans. A young woman stepped up and said, "Don't worry. We've been neighbors for so many years and all watched Cara growing up. We won't stand by and do nothing when she's in trouble." "Me too!" "Count me in!" "And me!" Despite how noisy it had become around me, everyone picked up a weapon. All of them genuinely wanted to help.

It was almost as though she was throwing the middle finger at their faces. I love her spirit. I watched as she followed Ricardo almost immediately as she got in, into his office, and returned later with the usual waitress uniform on. I didn't see that coming. This only tells me one thing, she's also a stripper. All waitresses in Velvet Mirage are well known strippers. I am guessing she just got scolded for coming late. I took her to be a visitor or a customer here. It would have been fun having something to distract me after a long time of fantasizing about a woman. I dismissed following her with my eyes and focused on why I was here at Velvet Mirage. Marcus.

With that shameless confession, she strutted straight for the door. “What!? No!” Señora Madeline shouted, trying to stop her. “Shane! Come back here, you brat! Damn you!” But her daughter was already gone. Señora Madeline stood fuming in place, a volcano of fury threatening to erupt. No matter what she did, she could never erase Shane’s addiction to pleasure—her uncontrollable nymphomania that clung to her like a curse.

"So you're Joanna, the one who stole the role of 'Shirly' from Sharon?" "You're not that pretty. Shame on you! The couple is affectionate, but you curse them. You're shameless!" "Shirly is a complicated person and kind of an anti-hero. She's had a sad life and gone through a lot. Can you, a newcomer, play her?"

The maids reassured me with a smile, as they said that it’s gonna be okay. After hours of exhausting training, Damien and his parents entered the training grounds; and the very first thing that caught their eye was the sight of me pulling the gun’s trigger, and ended up shooting next to the bull’s eye. They looked at me with amusement, and soon after, Damien walked closer to me with a proud look on his face. “Not bad,” he smirked. I looked back at him, as I smiled. Damien’s eyes were fixed on me; not a second of turning away. We’re like lovers who hold the most genuine feelings towards each other. A model having an affair with one of the strongest mafia bosses in the world. What could be pos

Oh a gunshot… Early in the morning, what else should I expect.. it's actually normal. “Darly Madison, OR 3!" he repeated as he ran into the elevator. “Okay okay I'm coming" I replied and sprint into the elevator with him putting my scrub cap on. Zach Westley " Darly Madison, 27 years old. Her parents are deceased, she graduated from a private university in Germany and now, she's currently working at Spring Hills hospital as a professional doctor and surgeon” Adrian said as he raised up the laptop he had in his hands and detailed Madison's information.