Novel Shea Novels & Stories

Nathaniel had personally called me his fiancée, which strongly suggested that my claim of being the Whitmore heiress was likely true. The truth had been laid bare before her, but she still refused to believe it. In her mind, I was nothing more than a lowly bottle-service girl who survived by flattering customers and selling my looks. How could I suddenly become the daughter of one of the wealthiest families in the country? How was it possible that I outranked her in high society? "No," Mia muttered. "That's impossible." Her voice rose. "Nathaniel, how could you possibly marry a bottle-service girl?"

POV: Evelyn Reeve The scent of slightly singed sourdough filled Shae’s dining nook. I didn't care about the toast, though. I was too busy staring at my reflection in the window, my face radiating a glow that could probably put the Miami sun to shame. Shae sat across from me, her chin propped on her hands. She’d been wearing that same predatory, mischievous smirk for the last ten minutes. "So..." she started, her eyebrows dancing. "How does it feel to wake up with a brand-new status, Mrs. Jovan Bradford?"

However, on her flawless, snow-white skin, there wasn't a single blemish. Ben's heart felt as if it had been pierced by a thousand tiny needles, constricting into a painful knot. She really wasn't Phoebe. - At three in the morning, Sheila finally returned to the old estate. She wearily took off her coat, entered the bathroom without turning on the lights, and mechanically went through her nightly routine. She just wanted to get into bed quickly and snatch some sleep. Finally, with her hair dry, Sheila collapsed face-first onto the bed.

Some girls rolled their eyes as Thalia walked by, while others gave a tired, knowing smiles. A tall woman with a hardened face and a cigarette dangling from her lips stepped into their path. "Well, look who it is. The Great Tee. What’s the deal? Working overtime for pennies now?” "None of your business, Sheila. But if you’re dying to know... I went to fuck an elite. Are we good? Now get out of my way,” Thalia didn’t wait after that, she shoved Sheila hard. Making her stumbled back, and crashing into a velvet armchair.

But who could have imagined that I had only been three years abroad, but he'd proudly bring his mistress home and let her humiliate me like this? I couldn't hold back the grief and rage. I screamed, "I'm the Shea heiress. If any of you will help me, the Shea family will hand over our domestic assets!" Before the words finished, a bridesmaid pummeled my abdomen with a few hard fists. Pain shot through me, and I collapsed to the floor. Evelyn looked down at me with contempt. "The Shea heiress? Everyone knows the Shea family is abroad. Strip her." I struggled, and the flash drive holding our core technology slipped from my pocket. I reached for it, but Evelyn grabbed it first.

Sheila didn’t sound convinced. “What do you meandifferent?” I asked. “She’s quirky, I guess,” she clarified. “Is she dangerous?” Sheila chuckled. “No way. Her coven is a different story.” “We’ve got a long walk ahead of us, I could go for a story,” I said. “Well, she’s kind of like us, from what I’ve gathered. She was kicked out of her coven. She’s different, so they treated her differently despite the fact she’s crazy powerful. Assholes.”

The girl turns, our eyes meet. “Goddess of all creations, you are pretty! The rumors are true, aren’t they? You are the one. I’m Britney O’Shea and you are River I suppose. We are almost the same age! We could be classmates even. We should totally hang out, River. I know- “ This Britney O’Shea doesn’t get to say anything else because Shane appears behind her cutting her off. “Get out”, Shane murmurs. “He’s such a meanie, isn’t he? I’ll see you around River and I’m sure we’ll be the best of friends”

She scoffed. "Your brain just have went under the rail when your company did." She said pointedly to me. "But just so you know, over at Rose whatever empire nonsense, you call the shots. But here at Bloom's House... I Nova Bloom, call the shots. Because this is my—" I dropped the papers on the desk beside her. Putting a finger in my ear to open it after it had been blocked by her nonsense chattering. She huffed, picking up the papers. The smile vanished, followed by her eyes going wide with shock. She flipped the first page, the second, and began leaving through them violently. She scoffed on anger, testing the entire papers to shreds.

she rasped, each word an effort. "Still alive?" Juan sneered. He had left Shelia with just a bowl of oatmeal and half a cup of water. Yet, she had survived, likely driven by a desperate will to live. "Why?" Shelia's mind was fractured. She had dreamt of a different life. She became a shining star after she returned from her overseas studies. Even though she was not his wife, she gained Juan's favor and defeated Debra. She became the CEO of the Nichols Group and Juan's best partner. In the end, she even managed to kill Debra and her unborn child.

She whispered softly to the empty room, “How could this happen? I was supposed to be his Queen…. She looked around the beautiful guest chamber, her eyes empty now. This was supposed to be her place, her life. She was supposed to be Queen by the king's side. She was supposed to wear his mark on her neck, not some other woman. Her breathing slowed. Her tears were gone now, replaced by a cold, bitter determination. Slowly, she walked to the small table by the window and poured herself some water, her hands still trembling a little. She drank, her mind racing with thoughts of what she could do. She wasn’t just any woman. She was Princess Sheila of the Moonshine Pack. She had power, she had conne