Mr Shen Novels & Stories

She smiled and called over a waiter, and we were led into the room. The investor was an old man in his mid-fifties. His name was Mr. Shawn—whose belly spilled over the chair as he stood up to greet Mr. Ryan Parker. “It’s an honour to meet you, Mr Parker,” The man said. Mr Parker didn't say anything and simply sat down. Then Mr. Shawn’s eyes fell on me, and he smiled wickedly. He rolled his tongue over his lips, and I could feel his vibe. It was off. It was unsettling.

"Great! Could you please wait for a few minutes? Mr. Ryan just finished a meeting. He'll be here shortly." "Sure," we said in unison. "Please, take a seat We walked toward the sofa. I got distracted as we passed a corridor with two doors on each side and a large door at the end, where four men were standing. I could only see the face of one of them, as the others were partly turned to the side or had their backs to me. Mr. Ryan must have been among them, not the one whose face I could see, as he didn't look almost thirty years old; he must have been over sixty

A wave of revulsion surged through her heart. It was true that Jane Mo Bai was indifferent to her, but it was a memory of her growing up together. And this sudden extra little boy, said to be her brother. Jane Tong hung her head, in her clear eyes, sarcasm flickered, and faintly opened her mouth to ask: "Mr. Shen, how many of the Shen four are on vacation today?" Shen Xiu Jin heard the tone to know the elegant meaning, the thin lips, suddenly have the strength to hook upwards, cooperate with the side of the head to ask the side of Shen Er:

he said. “I think I need to learn to fight like you!” I replied. I’d been a student of martial arts for years, but I’d never been taught moves like I’d just witnessed. In fact, I’d never seen anyone move like that and I wanted to learn. “I saw you coming out of the Dojo a few blocks back. Are you an instructor there? Tell me yes and I’ll enroll right now.” Shen grinned and nodded. He’d recently immigrated from China and was assisting at his uncle’s Dojo. He walked with me to assure himself I didn’t have a concussion. While walking, he answered my questions.

She introduced herself without overdoing it. Ying Yue nodded. Jiang Shu then looked at Mo Zihan, "Didn't you ask how we know each other?" She pointed at Li Shen who was standing beside her with a strange expression on his face, "He is Li Shen, my best friend, and Miss Ying's beloved senior, they are under the same company." Mo Zihan indifferently nodded at the man but Li Shen was still looking at Ying Yue in a daze. "Stop looking at my girlfriend, she tends to become shy easily," He said smilingly but his possessive arm tightened its grip around her waist.

A middle-aged man in his 40s sighed and said, “Mr. Cash, no matter how anxious you are, you have to wait for the Admiralporium.” Shaun forced a smile and said, “Of course, I understand that, Mr. Shorrock. But I’m pressed for time.” Mr. Shorrock was the master-level fighter that Shaun had hired to be his bodyguard. His name was Ren Shorrock. As they were talking, a series of footsteps rang out outside the door, and a group of six people walked in. “Have you come up with a solution yet, Shaun?” The man standing in the front was a middle-aged man who was about the same age as Shaun. His eyes were cold, but there was a hint of mockery and smugness in them.

Ben turned towards the stage and I started to cover my face but unfortunately my seat was in the front row and that man kept on staring at me. He came towards the podium, took the mic and started to introduce himself, "I'm Brent Jones from Harvard University specializing in neurosurgery. I'm invited here as a Head supervisor of a new research project." Before he finished his introduction, all the girls in the hall went nuts and started asking absurd questions about his personal life and his relationship status.

He looked at her like he already owned her. “Hello, Juliet Sinclair,” he said. “Or should I call you Luna… Professor Knight’s favorite student?”

My older sister was still married to the man my father had picked for her. "Why do you seem so shocked?" He shrugged one shoulder and then he leaned forward on the table, closing the distance between us, a small smirk sitting on his lips, "I said, are you into threesomes?" I stared into his eyes with my narrowed ones. This man looked like he was straight out of a movie, he was blonde, probably around 6'4, and he had this weird monotonous voice that sent chills down my spine. I nodded slowly, and then shifted back, "yes, I am."