Novel Shea Novels & Stories

At least not without a better solution to ending the war. Leah got up from her seat and headed to her room. She had a lot to think about. She knew one thing for sure: she didn't want to mate with Theodore Blackwell. Leah entered her room and went straight to the bathroom. Once showered and changed, she got into bed and promptly gave into exhaustion.

The girl in the black sunglasses. A girl in a jeans jack, white top and pulled back hair sat with a group of seniors. The jawline was the same, the same full cheeks and small frame. They had to have the same chocolate eyes. The girl's hair appeared thicker and curly. Leah always straightened her hair. ‘What… the hell?’ Jordan whispered. Her skin felt like ice cream falling off a stick. ‘It’s so weird but that’s not the strangest part.’ Ruby said. ‘She claims she isn’t Leah, can you imagine?’

"I was just checking on Isabella. She wasn't feeling well." I didn’t say a word. My gaze swept over Isabella and landed on the necklace around her throat. It was the Versta family heirloom, a ruby necklace that only the Prince's official mate was worthy of wearing. I'd never once worn it in my past life. Isabella noticed my stare and touched her neck, her expression all innocence. "Oh, this… I just thought it was pretty and wanted to try it on. I'll take it off right now." She made a slow, deliberate show of reaching for the clasp, her eyes fixed on Mortlock.

No one took photos. Every sound from before had vanished. I stood outside the glass and watched her huddled in the corner. December in New York. Ice water pouring from above. I knew exactly what that felt like. When the timer ended, I pressed the button again. The sprinklers stopped. Salina stumbled out, hair matted and tangled, soaked through, lips turning purple, every trace of her earlier arrogance washed away. She stood shivering before me, her voice too hoarse even to cry. I looked at her without expression.

Gayle had volunteered—an unusual occurrence, since he rarely looked up from his laptop without being forced to—but Sheila had shot him down without hesitation. "Pervert. You just want an excuse to see my tits," Sheila said, rolling her eyes. Gayle muttered something under his breath, adjusting his glasses. "I don't see the big deal," he grumbled, pounding away at his keyboard again. Sheila’s apartment was... an experience. Sophia spotted a few odd-looking dildos casually tossed around, and a pair of handcuffs dangling from a lamp. Sheila only laughed and sheepishly pushed them aside. Choosing a dress turned into a whole ordeal.

But there was something different about something sharper, more personal, as if my private life had been dragged into the open and pinned to a board for everyone to examine. Shea slid into the chair beside mine without warning, spinning it slightly so she could face me. Her voice was light, almost playful, but her eyes were too curious. “So,” she murmured, leaning closer, “do you usually get chauffeured home by billionaires, or was yesterday a special occasion?”

Looking around the spa, she pointed to Lewis, Addy, and Brooklyn as she said, “So, we’ve got an aspiring filmmaker, an up-and-coming fashion designer, and a writer living in the building. Who knew such talent surrounded us?” She turned to Shea and asked, “What do you do for a living?” “Yeah, are you a model or just a regular person like Kendall and me?” Troy asked. Shea looked around at everyone staring at her and frowned. “Well,” Shea said in a small voice. “I’m currently working at the boutique a couple of blocks over.” Nodding, Kendall said, “The high-end place? Nice. I bet you get all the good deals there.” Smiling at her, Shea nodded and said, “I do. How else do you think I can afford m

But there was only one person in this group whose opinion differed, and she had been quiet since she arrived. “Madam Shiela is undoubtedly beyond pretty” A maid whispered, but it was loud enough for the wolves to hear So her name was Sheila, Alora thought as she watched the expression of the beauty in front of her, she finally got a closer look at the person who could make the king immediately betrothed her, and take her to high occasions. She finally had a closer look at the girl who could make the king display a public show of affection, from the carriage ride to the holding of hands to the handing of juice, to trusting her in speaking for him in public. She knew what the others thought, b

*** POV: Denvereaux Thorne “Is this what you are talking about?” He worriedly inquired as he stared at Shea, who seemed to be sleeping soundly in her tent. Slate just nodded his head. “I don’t know, but this is the second time that I saw her like this. The first time, she had killed hundreds of rogues in the South, Denver. I don’t want her to shift like this again.” Slate seriously explained. “Why is this happening? Shea isn’t a royal blood, and she isn’t a male royal blood, so how come?” Denver worriedly inquired – most of to himself.

THE WORLD seems like it’s about to swallow Shean. That is how she feels. She could not open social media accounts for fear of seeing the fruit of the shame she had committed. She was still under the shower even after long hours of bathing. She feels like it was only the water that she could hide. She was experiencing so much shame just right now. She felt like bashers were all around her. She doesn't even know if her erotic novel will be sold because of the scandal she gets in.