Mary Shaw Real Story Novels & Stories

Raven had lived the best life she could in the Black Moon pack. With an adoring mate and twin pups, she has never doubted they could face anything together as a couple or as a pack. Until war was declared. After having left her side to join the enemy, her mate Rafe has now returned to her and brings the news that the enemy is dead. With that news the council believes there is no longer a threat of war. Raven knows better. Something is not right with Rafe or the world outside their pack. Beginning a journey that will forever change her, secrets are now unfolding, and sides are shifting. She doesn’t know what to believe anymore. In a race against time to save her mate and stop this war, Raven accepts that when it comes to love and peace, there are no lengths one wouldn’t go to, to win.

She buried her unfaithful husband,became the target of a restless spirit,and found herself attracted to a deliciously sexy werewolf....all in one day.What else could life throw at her?

All Bethany Blakes wanted was to graduate from college and marry her childhood sweetheart, Clement, running an art gallery while living a happy married life but things went haywire when she realized she was nothing but a bet to her beloved sweetheart.  In an attempt to get rid of a urinary tract infection, she got inseminated with the sperm of a cold and ruthless billionaire, Falcon Gray who has wealth, power, a dark past and was desperately in need of an heir to secure his inheritance.  Unable to let his only chance at securing all he had toiled for slip off his fingers, he struck a deal with the final-year student to keep the baby and spend the Christmas holiday with him at his family's annual get-together but as their bond grew stronger, his dark past and undying love for his supposed fiancée Leonie Winters threatened to tear them apart. 

After getting drunk, Nash persistently called out the name of the one he longed for but could never have. The next day, awakening with no recollection, he demanded, "Find the woman from last night!""..."Ultimately, Nina became completely disheartened. Soon, Nash received a divorce agreement citing, "The wife desires children, while the husband's infertility has led to the breakdown of the relationship!"As he read it, his entire face darkened. One evening, as Nina returned home from work, she found herself cornered on the stairs: "How can you divorce without my consent?”Nina retorted, "If you're incapable, why shouldn't I find someone who is?"Later that night, Nash wanted to prove his capability to Nina. However, Nina pulled out a pregnancy test report from her bag, further infuriating Nash: "Whose child is it?"He scoured everywhere for the father of the child, swearing to exact revenge! Little did he know, it would lead back to him...

Three years ago, my childhood sweetheart, Eleanor Carter, left me at the altar to marry Dillan Perez—the adopted son of my family. The church erupted in whispers. I became the laughingstock in a single breath. Then Victoria Brown—the aloof, formidable CEO of the Brown Group—stepped forward. "I'll marry you, Lambert," she said, her voice cutting through the wreckage of my pride. I said yes. For three years, she was the perfect wife. Gentle. Attentive. She was my salvation. But there was one thing that always hung between us like a quiet ache—we never had a child. The doctors found nothing wrong with either of us. Victoria would just smile softly and say, "It will happen when the time is right." Today, I came home early. The door to our bedroom was slightly open. I heard her voice. She was on the phone with her best friend. I didn't mean to listen. But then I heard my name. "Lambert wants a child with me," she said. "But he doesn't know I've been on birth control the whole time. That's why we never got pregnant." My blood turned cold. "As long as he has no heir," she continued, "Dillan's place in the Clark family stays secure." I stood there, frozen. My hands went cold. My heart shattered into pieces. I was just a tool to protect the man she truly cared for. I didn’t confront her. Instead, I calmly planned my death—a quiet disappearance from her world.

"Tristan! Help!" I called out his name again. It was not a scream but a command. He didn't even flinch. "You know the rules, Juniper," he said, his voice fearfully calm. "I don't touch you. Don't use a fall to trick me into breaking those rules." .... But this mess is over. I’m done playing love with him. I’m returning to the Vangough seat. And as for the man who was allergic to my touch, he’s just about to find out how much it hurts when I finally let go—and take my empire with me. Tristan wants a divorce. But I’ll give him a battle he will never be able to endure.

The Hunters. The legendary Archers of Alestari were known world wide. Many trained for years, from youth to adulthood, to be good enough to qualify to be an apprentice to the Hunters. Every year, the Hunters would travel all across the land of Alestari, searching for a single apprentice. Many hearts were crushed in this process. Because there were many years, that none were selected to train under the legendary Archers. They would travel to every kingdom, city, town, village and tribe, searching. Royalty and common folk alike revered and worshiped the Hunters, for they were the true protectors of the land. A single Hunter was as good as 20 regular Archers. But they were also known to be excellent spies, as well as swordsmen. Any weapon in the world, they knew how to use properly. Thus they were highly sought after for military purposes and occasionally mercenaries. To have a family member who was a Hunter, was the highest honor. They were treated like royalty, even by royals themselves. Whatever a Hunter said, whoever they chose as an apprentice, no one ever argued. To fight with a Hunters choice, was to eliminate any chances you had of your family becoming one. And for years, no one fought their decision. Until this year. In the kingdom of Alestari, anyone was eligible to try and become an apprentice. Anyone, but a woman. Women were forbidden to learn any kind of weaponry, especially archery. So when the King of the Hunters, chooses a woman to be an apprentice, many were angry. And they were out, to make her pay.

Studying abroad can be incredibly lonely at times. That night, I was in my room, indulging in a little treat for myself, when my best friend suddenly burst through the door. "Doing it yourself is no fun. Come on. There's a super cool cabaret show going on. Let's go see it together!" On stage, my friend was reclining in a chair behind the curtain, with two strong-looking men on top of her. "Come on. Join us for a group dance..."

"Look, chat! The rich guy who lives in this fancy apartment is secretly a pervert who gropes college girls!" As soon as I stepped out of the elevator, my neighbor Yvonne Shaw cornered me at the door. She tugged at her collar while crying to the camera. "Chat, this is where the guy lives! Just now in the elevator, he covered my mouth and groped me all over... If the elevator door hadn't opened in time, he would have dragged me back to his place!" The comments section exploded, the screen filled with curses aimed at my husband. But later, in court, when they saw my husband who had lost both arms saving someone five years ago... They were all dumbfounded.

The day before the wedding, I go to the bridal shop to pick up my custom wedding dress. The clerk informs me apologetically, "I'm sorry, Ms. Stone. Yesterday, a woman called Ms. Lovelett came and picked up your dress." My best friend, Sherry Lancelot, suddenly remembers something. "Isn't that the surname of your fiance's secretary? He's so thoughtful. He had your dress picked up in advance for you." But in the next second, Mary Lovelett posts a social media update. In her photo, she is wearing my one-of-a-kind custom wedding dress that is worth hundreds of millions and posing coquettishly in front of the camera. The caption reads, "Zachary is the best boss in the world. I casually said I wanted to take some portraits. He generously bought me a globally limited outfit for a photoshoot so that I can take the photos to my heart's desire!" I look at the post and reply coldly, "That's the wedding dress I personally chose for myself. Since when did it become your photoshoot outfit?" The post is deleted instantly. My fiance, Zachary Everdon, calls me angrily. "What nonsense comment was that? I just lent your stupid dress to Mary for a bit. It's a cheap, one-time thing anyway. I can buy you a dozen more to make up for it." I let out a cold laugh and record the call. Then, I send him a screenshot of the 200 million dollars purchase record. I say, "Sure. Will you pay by check or by direct transfer? Hurry up. Once you pay, we're calling off the engagement."