Novel Shea Novels & Stories

Tempest had always been dealt the good cards. Who could blame my cruelty? I just played the cards I had been dealt with. There was no other play if I really wanted to never remain mediocre in this almost eternal life of mine. Leonarya mused, taking in a deep inhalation, as her mind sunk her into a reverie, when all things had been good, when she still believed in the good and fairytale stories. Sheila had been her friend first. They had met coincidentally in the forest. She had come to pick herbs, had gone across the border against her mother’s wishes, and Sheila had come to weep in the bushes for her father’s occasional outbursts.

she said, trying to ease the awkwardness as she walked over to his book shelve. "Why?" Dayo raised his brows. "This is quite an impressive collection of books," she commented, ignoring his question. Eniola ran her hands along the books that lined the shelve, Dayo watched as she mouthed the title of each book. Eniola pulled the first book from the shelf and flipped the pages. She didn't hide her evident surprise of his taste in literature as she kept muttering 'wow' under her breath. Dayo walked over and stood beside her. "Shakespeare happens to be one of my favorite novelists."

SHEENA When I opened my eyes, I was greeted by a world of pure white. What am I doing here? Once I remember what I did, I close my eyes. I'm planning to end myself; could I be dead? Will it be a new hell for me? Is it possible for me to forget the past? Are Tina and Mom Esme doing well? Could it be true that I did everything correctly? Isn't it true that I sinned? Please forgive me. Please forgive me for wishing to commit suicide.

Amanda nodded in approval. "I know it's too early for me to say this since we're not married yet, but I want to let you know that I won't tie you in the house, and I'm not expecting you to be a submissive wife. I want you to continue being a smart and independent woman. I don't want you to be known as Mrs. Emmett Albreicht, but I want you to be known as Amanda Montserrat, the genius and successful CEO of Etoile Cosmetics Company." Emmett sincerely stated.

Sheila rushed forward instantly spotting the sweating clothes she wore as she lay on the bed, with a mild look of horror on her face as she came to the side of the bed and offered her a hand to help her off it. Hurai could only smile already imagining how the bed sheets would disappear and her body would be washed extra clean. “Rena, Sheila… this is Xena,” Hurai said pointing to her friend who had a very gentle expression on her face and even went ahead to send a small bow to Rena and Sheila the moment she introduced them. “She’s my new personal maid. She’ll be joining the both of you,” Rena instantly beamed, instantly giving Xena a welcome smile but Sheila continued to be Sheila, as she sim

"Hey there! I’m Edeline. I don’t think we’ve met before." Her smile twitched, and I noticed the faintest flush bloom on her cheeks as she shot a quick glance at Conor. Her eyes narrowed just a bit—just enough to catch that she was surprised he hadn’t mentioned her. "I’m Shae," she said, her voice sweet and smooth, like honey drizzled over silk. I frowned slightly, narrowing my eyes. "I recognized your scent from Conor’s room earlier... but I don’t remember seeing your face. Do you train with the warriors?" My voice was friendly enough, but there was a subtle challenge woven into the question. I already knew the answer.

Shea: My password is Fettuccine Alfredo, unlock the phone and reply to my texts! Who the fuck uses a food as their password. This girl is hilarious. I unlocked the phone and checked the rest of the messages. Shea: Hey, you there? Shea: Please, text me back. Shea: Hello? If you're not going to answer my calls at least text me back. Shea: Argh, you're so annoying, you're the worst human I've ever met in my whole and entirely life. I laughed at her messages as they kept flowing in.

"I mean I wouldn't judge you if..." "No!" I say way more quickly than I mean to. I clear my throat again. "No, I had no idea when I bought it." Shea quietly flips farther into the book and reads quietly. then her eyebrows shoot up in surprise and she side-eyes me before turning the page. "Well..." She says after a few minutes. "This is an exhilerating read... very... stimulating."

“What is your name?” “Shea.” “Shea. Like butter,” I said. She smiled. “Yes, my lady. My mother loved to use shea butter on her skin, I heard. It is costly, but whenever she had money, she would buy it and massage her skin with it. I heard that’s why she named me Shea.” I chuckled. “You have a meaningful name, Shea.” “Thank you, my lady.” Shea and two other maids helped me wash. Shea massaged my scalp.

I felt scrutinized and took a step back, out of his view. I looked at the female again and figured this must be Shea. Great introduction. On her ring finger on her right hand, she wore a ring with a massive, square diamond. I could see some sort of emblem on it. Shea turned around on her high heels back to the table while swaying her hips and I admired her tight silver dress. I mean, if she was a bitch, she knew that her body was something to die for. Too bad a great body can't fix a broken personality.