Real Shyanne Novels & Stories

she tells her with a fake smile. “Why don’t you join us in our table, Celia?” Stacy tries to pull her in her circle of friends by grabbing her by the arm. Stacy is the Gamma’s daughter. She is the second best Lorcan’s potential mate next to Celia. Celia gave Stacy a small smile. “I’m sorry, Stacy. I came here with my friend Raven.” Raven gave them all an uneasy smile when their attention turned to her. Stacy and her friends forces a fake smile when they saw the outfit she wore here.

151 The late afternoon sun poured into the study, casting golden streaks across the sleek mahogany desk where Shania sat, tapping her pen against a notepad. Her handwriting was scattered, more of a chaotic brainstorm than organized notes, but the passion behind the words was undeniable. Her foundation—a safe haven for women recovering from abuse—was no longer a vague idea but a tangible mission. She had spent days outlining programs, partnerships, and facilities, fueled by her own journey of pain and triumph. This wasn’t just about giving back; it was about reclaiming the power she’d once felt Adrian had stolen from her.

"Women, Ichi. Women think you're a catch. An actual genuine catch. The kind they'd like to take home and unwrap. And you do absolutely nothing about it." "I talk to women all the time," Khyle said. "You say hi. And then you sign their jerseys instead of their chests." Shane folded his arms with the gravity of a man delivering a medical diagnosis. "Not exactly setting the world on fire." "I have two sisters." Khyle found the ball again with the outside of his foot and kept it moving. "I respect women." "I have a sister too, Chi," Shane replied, "and I don't respect her either." Khyle's eyes creased despite himself. "That's disgusting."

He stopped a few steps away from her, folding his arms across his chest, and tilted his head slightly, studying her with quiet amusement. “You’ve finally crossed the line, Shanaya,” he said softly, his voice deceptively gentle. “Rehan’s patience with you was already thin. But now…” He chuckled under his breath, a sound devoid of warmth. “There’s no coming back from this.” *Shanaya?* The name felt foreign, but hearing it sent a jolt of terror through Shama’s body. They thought she was Shanaya—the villainess of the story. The one who had tormented Naina and obsessed over Rehan for years.

Some small part of her had hoped that she would be able to slip away peacefully by nine as Vincent had promised without coming to blows with her mother or having to suffer Richard's wandering hands. Regardless, when the men left the table to order drinks and Sandra excused herself for the bathroom, sat beneath her mother’s waiting gaze, Blue truly felt that her luck was about to change. “You know,” she watched with a deepening dread as the woman swept her brown hair from her eyes and folded her hands over the table. “Sandra owns a beautiful boutique in Manhattan, I’m sure she’d love to take you on as a model or designer,” The blonde narrowed her eyes dangerously. “You don’t think I’m too big

Kael asked. Shellyn looked at him for a long moment, then said softly but clearly, “I am the daughter of the Wilson Castillo family.” Kael froze. “What?” he said faintly. Shellyn continued, her voice still flat. “The daughter of Mr. Reno Barra Castillo and Mrs. Jessy Anandita.” Kael swallowed. “And…” “The granddaughter of Mr. Samuel Wilson and Oma Rebecca Cathy Castillo,” Shelyn added. Silence. Kael’s expression changed. His eyes widened, then hardened.

Rynna felt shy all of a sudden, but able to smile at me. “Hello, Ry. Do you still remember me?” “Yes. You’re Skip’s brother, CC.” She called me CC, and as much as I wanted to tell her to call me Clyve, but this was my first niece, and I was going to spoil her. “Can I get a real hug and not a virtual one anymore.” I held her hands, and she wrapped her arms around my neck, and I pulled her into my arms. “It’s fancy and truly an honour to finally meet you, Ry.”

“Do you have a problem?” By this time, we were already inside a hotel, entering a large hall. Shan shook her head. “Of course not! I am here to celebrate!” She said, faking a laugh. I knew it was not her real laugh because I worked with Shan for six years. In that time, I got to know the real person behind the efficient assistant. “Shan Johnston and companion, welcome!” I was astonished when the crowd hooted in welcome. “I did not know you were popular,” I asked Shan while we walked to a long table filled with what looked like her friends.

The woman addressed as ‘Shamaine’ walked over, holding a young man's arm with a mocking expression on her face. Shyla furrowed her eyebrows. “Who is she, Cecile?” Cecile said softly, “She’s a senior at my school, and her name is Shamaine Hoffman.” Shamaine looked at Cecile with deep resentment and jealousy in her eyes. Kayson shielded Cecile behind him and said nonchalantly, “How can I help you?” Shamaine said in a mocking tone, “Which sugar daddy are you? You must be deceived by Cecile's feigned promiscuous appearance, right?”

Humble Miles greeted her with a handsome smile. “Of course, I love your brand.” there was an instant connection between these two. “This is my sister and her husband, Kathrine, and Brayan.” “And this is...” “Mr. Rodriguez,” Shanaya knew through Arlet. “Arlet,” Shanaya side-hugged her. “You know her?” Roselin hated it when a popular RJ knew Arlet rather than her. “She is special,” Shanaya eyed Arlet. “We were friends for a long time,” Shanaya added further.