Novel Shea Novels & Stories

It was the sage that helped us to rebuild… it was her that made us develop the silver resistance. She told us about this mineral before she was killed by those fucking hunters. We had to find it, no matter what. She must be avenged. “So you are not going to screw Kennedie then?” Graham asked again like fool that he was. “Shut the fuck up”

She was definitely shaken up. "Come on. Let's get out of here." [A/N: Okay readers! so our little Sheila just dropped her first body and I'm so proud y'all.]

"Good morning, Miss. Here's your black coffee without sugar." "Thanks, Martha," Ellaya said, taking a sip from her coffee. She moved out of the kitchen, holding a coffee in one hand and a book in the other, her full attention on her book. It was her habit to read her favorite novels with a cup of coffee. She loved to read romance novels and was adamant that fairytales come true, love is real, and one day she would meet her prince just like all those girls in books.

Sheila's laughter filled the air, her joy palpable as she relished the clear water. Watching her, my heart skipped a beat. Sheila, with her auburn hair and infectious laughter, seemed to defy the harshness of our world with her authenticity. When I had stepped outside her hut that morning, I couldn't help but notice she was the only one in the haven wearing a veil. It was a silent testament to the hardships she must have faced, compelling her to conceal her face from the world.

She was so focused on reading that she didn't even notice the CEO approaching. - Loveless by A.P. Morgan. I don't know this writer. Is he good? She jumps, scared, until she sees the one who speaks to her. - It's not a "he". It's a "she". It depends on your taste in books. She is an LGBT writer. I like reading her stories. - LBGT? Like women with women and men with men? Are you a lesbian? Saphira's heart skips a beat. Was it now that he was going to say that he hates gays and all those types of people?

He sat down on the couch, resting his head back, eyes closed. "How do you figure we storm Shadow Manor?" Marx asked. "They poisoned you. But what they used... we can't figure it out. I may be strong, but I am only one man. And Shea..." "Is only one woman." Shea came into the living area, balancing a thick, old book in one hand, holding a beer bottle by the neck in the other. Her closely cropped hair was a deep brown, her skin only two shades lighter. Built like an athlete, she was strong, fast, and merciless in a fight. If she hadn't turned up when she did, Marx would have been in a world of trouble. Sven had sent his most experienced men to hold him back from aiding Lochlan and Penny.

I am skeptical of her gift. The woman doesn’t like me, why would she possibly give me a gift? “Oh I love presents,” Nova chuckles, showing just how ecstatic she was. A familiar young woman comes to Lana’s side. “You’ve met Shelly before. One of our kitchen maids?” Lana tries to refresh my memory. I nodded. When I was first brought to the compound she was the one who wheeled in a tray of food for Will and I. She bows her head to me. I bow back.

JESSICA/TESSA’S POV I brought Sheila back to the old hunting cabin at the edge of the territory because it was the only place far enough from the heart of the tribe. However, she could barely walk. Once we settled down, Sheila pressed her hands to her temples. “They’re coming again,” she whispered worryingly. “What is?” I asked gently. “Pieces… I see pieces.” Her breathing quickened. “An altar… Fire… Someone screaming…” Her voice trembled violently. “Then the cold.”

I knew how much it hurt werewolves to be rejected but I needed her to be okay. "But it's not!" She said, choked with tears. Her eyes were swollen and reddened at this point. “Shelia, what is the meaning of living for people like us?“ “There be always meaning, Nancy, don’t think of this, you should take a rest.” I decided it would be best not to trigger her further and just followed silently until we got to the small shed she called her home.

Her eyes shone with something sickly. “See, here’s the thing, Damon.” She trailed her fingers over my bruised jaw, and I forced myself not to flinch. “You’ve been a pain in our side for a long time. So, when Sheila asked me how we could get rid of you permanently, I had a brilliant idea.” “What idea?” i sneered and i wtacged as Sheila and Mirena smirked. Sheila turned to me, “Well, i am so sick of being weak, Damon. Yes i am a criminal mastermind, and temptingly beautiful Queen who has many guards under her fingertips, but that isnt just enough for me.” she sighed.