Novel Shea Novels & Stories

Tony said. “For starters, apparently she…she is Dion's twin sister although she won’t tell me her name yet, and for whatever reason, Raphael Genovese kept that under tight wraps. Other than that, I don't know much about the situation but I believe she'd be a good addition to our group" was what I said, but honestly, I sure had ulterior motives. Let's call it curiosity but something in me wanted to get to know her a little bit more.

She thought then that she can live her days of becoming one of those princesses having their own happy ever after. The night came and Shane arrives alone at home. Shyra sat at the living room sofa reading a book under a lamp light, Shane comes rushing over to Shyra with a peck on the cheek. "Guess what, hun?" Shane smiles widely. "What is it, hun?" Shyra says still not taking her eyes off from her book. "Hun, look at me" Shane yanks the

“Have you ever thought what your mate would be like?” A mate? What was the point in thinking about a mate? I was no better than omega. No, worse than an omega. I had no wolf and never shifted; not once. “No, I haven’t.” “Really? Well, I hope mine will be like Kevin. He’d have to be right? Cause of true love and all that?” I laughed, but stopped because I was sure she’d be offended, but Nancy grinned and laughed with me. She put an arm on my shoulders. “So Omega. What’s your name?” Feeling for the first time I wasn’t alone, I smiled and answered, “Sheila.”

“Yes,” Sheila scanned Savannah’s excitement. Knowing this could be dangerous to get involved with humans. Sheila and her husband, Mark, live in a suburban area of Denver. Sheila found Mark on a full-moon night, and the connection was instant. Mark fell for her knowing she was a paramour (A sex she-wolf slave). He marked her and took her as his mate, releasing her from the bounds of being a paramour. It’s been twelve years since Sheila took care of Savannah since she adopted her as her daughter. Sheila buried the past of Savannah’s mother, Amara, who sacrificed herself to protect them. Savannah still remembers glimpses of her childhood, but Sheila manipulated those moments, saying her mother

She looks at the bag on the floor, then back up at me. "That's what all the no's were." "Every day. Some nights." "What's she like?" "Difficult. Funny. Smart. Extremely good at a thing she doesn't believe she's allowed to be good at." I turn the top page face down so she can't read it yet, because I'm not finished. "And there's a bit near the end where the best thing that's ever happened to her happens, and before she lets herself enjoy it she checks the room to see who's watching."

The same, even tone. - Will be back. What does the fighter have to tell me? Who died in the past? Maybe it's about my grandfather? So many questions run through my head. I hope I get some answers. Quietly she returned to the room. How good it is to be a she-wolf, if I were a simple person, my attempts to remain unnoticed would look ridiculous and awkward. She made the bed. Only now I noticed that there are clean things on the chair. I took a shower, or rather washed myself with cold water. Hot doesn't work.

The door opened, and Heath's figure looked like an envoy from Hell in the blinding light. He crouched down, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look up. His voice was terrifyingly gentle. "You know what, Millie? For the past month, you've been taking a special drug designed to tame disobedient women. It will make you yearn for men and lose control of yourself." I widened my eyes, a wave of nausea rising in my stomach. "Why? Why are you treating me like this?" I stared at Heath in shock, tears welling up in my eyes.

I walked to her side, noting the lack of fear in her posture. "Do you find him agreeable, Shea?" I asked softly. Shea was a solitary creature; she usually retreated from anyone outside our bloodline. She had been cold toward Chloe, yet here she was, drawn to Collins’s aura. "I do!" she whispered. The memory of Collins tending to her fever with such focused care had left a mark on her spirit. "Why him?" I asked, glancing at Collins’s sharp, handsome profile against the furs. "Because he has the look of a high Alpha?"

The professional and healer and the professional soldier both suffering similar damage. Shae was already at the bar when I arrived. She must have used GPS. My cousin was easy to spot. The bubble gum pink ponytail she still sported, despite being in her late twenties, practically glowing in the near dark. “What’s new, pussycat?” “Really?” Shae asked, cocking a perfectly arched eyebrow. “What’s the story, morning glory?” She laughed. “A bit better. At least your getting into the right generation.” “What are you having?”

the woman said. “The Smith and Kelly family seniors died, but they left everything to their granddaughter, Sophia O’Shea,” I replied. “No, I refuse to have anything to do with those families- Wait, O’Shea?” the woman asked. “Yes, their granddaughter changed her name after she was emancipated, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she has pictures of what she wants done in the white disaster.” I replied, “Shayla believes Sophia might be slightly OCD, but she wants to see you before she leaves for college at the end of this week. She has some people who know her well in the town if you can’t contact her, and I wouldn’t be surprised if she wanted to replace the red brick steps with a screened-in wrap-