Real Shyanne Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Apparently, I wasn’t who I thought I was. The people I called my parents... they found me. Abandoned. Or something like that. There’s no record of my life before then.” Tiffany reached across the table, squeezing my hand. “Kaia… that’s... that’s huge.” “Do you know who your real parents are?” Bethany asked, voice softer now, gentler. “No,” I said. “But I’ve started looking.” ************** ~Shyne's POV~ Minutes earlier… I wasn’t even planning to stop. I had been driving down Westview, on my way to a spa appointment, when a familiar silhouette caught my eye through the restaurant window. My grip on the steering wheel tightened.

If Ethan has boobs and he dresses up like a male that means he is a. Shemale! My hands continuously shake in horror while they slowly cover my wide-open mouth. My mind couldn't stop showing me all such kinds of images telling me what a shemale is. Is this another prank of the Moon goddess? I swear I will find her and torture h- At least we got boobs, Ryan. Think on the positive side we- Shut the fuck up, Dakota!

I love her, but she can be too much to handle. I go to take a seat, crossing my legs; awaiting for Shani to do my makeup. Shani always helped me with my makeup. She has her own local business; getting paid a lot of money doing makeup, hair, manicures, and pedicures for African vampire women living in Virginia.

I gave her a small and sat inside the car. Shanaya is from a well off family. Her dad is a rich businessman but she wanted to be a independent woman so she completed her studies did her masters in software engineer and now is working in G****e. Although she wanted to be independent and buy her own property but still her dad gifted her a 5 bedroom apartment.

“She’s the person I was talking about… The one who could help you defeat Rhyan.” Aubrey was again surprised. She realized the reason why no matter how much she racks her head thinking of who might be the person Shane was talking about no one comes to mind. That was all because the person Shane was talking about in the first place, is someone Aubrey never thought still exist. “I don’t her help!” Aubrey said feeling insulted. “Yes, you do, Aubrey…” Shane responded carefully. “I’d rather suffer in Rhyan’s hands than accept that woman’s help!”

Greyson said sternly. “You can’t tell me what to do!” Indianna snapped. Indianna was quiet and reserved, she had a temper but it was buried very deep down. Greyson seemed to have no trouble digging up. As Indianna’s temper grew, her shyness faded away. “Get away from me!”

Shane “What?” Adea asked. She raised her chin, craned her neck as her brown eyes found my dark ones. I watched as they widened at my request. Shock splashed across her features and I had to try my damn hardest not to smile. “Shane, you-you can’t be serious…” She said incredulously. Oh, baby. I’m dead fucking serious.

I can't show my real self to the world if in return all I get is hurt and cheating. The Rachel that everyone knows or sees, cheerful bubbly, and always makes everyone laugh is nothing but a coward that is too afraid to show her real self to the world. I'm not what others think of me and I don't want to change it. I shook my head trying to remove the painful memories of my past that I want to forget but sadly can't. And that's when I heard the sound of someone sneezing from outside. I thought to ignore thinking maybe it was some pass by but then I again heard the same sound repeatedly. With the teaser in my hand, I open the check, then sneeze badly and why.

That is not even a home it's a house where so many humans live under a single roof. In that house there is Mr. Danielle Anderson and his wife Mrs. Julia Anderson and me a mistake, their so called daughter who is a burden on them and good for nothing. I'm nothing to them and they are nothing to me. But infront of media they show how much they love me. And in reality, they didn't even know in which school I study what I like and dislike.

“Allow me to introduce and call up to the stage tonight, the beautiful, talented, and lovely Shanice.” Cheers erupted and people stood up to clap and shout with anticipation. The sight had made me smile. Shanice has always sung since high school, but Amber and I were her only audience back then. Shanice looked radiant in her black shimmery dress that complimented her dark chocolate skin. I had stalked her account several years back with a fake account. Amber didn’t have an I* account but once in a while, she would appear on Shan’s story. When I texted her with my official I* account, I was skeptical that she would reply me. After all, I had left both her and Amber.