Shady Shin Novels & Stories

Banshee and Shane pulled up, and Shamira actually got a snicker. Shane was dressed like every stereotypical golfer you've ever seen, particularly if you have ever watched "Caddyshack." Banshee looked mildly disgusted by his apparel as well and was herself dressed in loose black shorts and a black golf shirt. Shamira had been told that Banshee wearing a color other than black was a sign of the apocalypse. "Mind if we join you?" Shane said. "Clara said you were out here and thought you might like some company." Shamira grinned. "I've talked with Clara, and I'm willing to bet that you just want someone you know you can beat handily."

Moonlight ~ Ali Gratie Shane was the devils incarnate, and it wasn’t the muscles, the fat cock, or the broad shoulders that did it for me. Although those things were very much appreciated. It was the luscious black locks, obsidian eyes, and lips wet from my kiss. Only moments before had I been trying not to cry out in pain as I sneaked between his thighs, but my body forgot that little tidbit as soon as it knew he wanted me again.

The second the last one locks the fight drains out of me making my body slump down in the seat. Four of the top five people I hate most in this world stand in front of me their shoulders brushing. Jeremy at least has the decency to look somewhat apologetic. Hunter looks disgusted. Shade's unmovable. His expression is void of any feeling but his eyes betray him. Shade isn't sorry, but he doesn't look pleased either. Ryder, however, looks like he's won. His eyes glint as he smugly drags his thumb across his lower lip before sucking the remaining blood it caught off.

"Listen carefully, I don't love you nor I want you. You are nothing to me. You will never interfere in my life and never enter my room or in my study. Get that in the thick head of yours. And of course stay away from me. I never wanted any of this. If it wasn't for my parents I wouldn't have married a girl like you." He spat those venomous words and left her there. She stayed there shocked to the core. She didn't expect him to love her either but still he could have shown her some respect. She knew he didn't want to marry her. He did it because his parents forced him to. That exact moment She realised she was nothing more than a Shaded Woman. It seemed like she would always be a mare shadow

It was quiet for a few minutes and he finally said, “Tilly and I have absolutely no secrets. People like you and me … we can’t be with just anyone. It’s either one night stands, fake short term relationships or nothing. You don’t just find a Tilly on every corner. A woman that will accept you, that if you are totally honest with her … won’t be afraid of you. I never had someone to … to help me. To direct me, and it damn near killed me. I wouldn’t wish it on anyone. I call it my dark shadow … it’s a part of me, but it’s a part of me I can mostly keep hidden, that I can control.

) walked away. If what she saw in her head wasn’t a lie, there would be a blood trail leading up to the Schneider yard. And certainly footprints of some kind—there was no way someone could cross through all of the scrub without leaving signs of their passage. Broken branches, or leaves on the ground. Shoe prints in the dirt. There wasn’t quite enough light to see everything on the ground clearly, but there was too much to use the flashlight. She crouched down, but not too low. She definitely didn’t want to crawl through the brush and end up covered in thorn scratches and ivy rash.

The morning light filtered weakly through the curtains, casting fractured patterns on the floor — much like my thoughts, splintered and jagged. I sat at the small kitchen table, clutching my cup of cold coffee, staring at the leather-bound book *Reflections of the Forgotten* open before me. The stories inside weren’t just tales — they were warnings, lessons written in sorrow and hope. Women who had lived as shadows, trapped in lives borrowed from others, fighting to reclaim their own reflections.

“If she says no, I’ll take hers!” I turned and saw a guy sprawled across the cushions like he owned the place. Shane. That must be him. He was exactly what Tessa had described earlier, her “flatmate-slash-therapist-slash-friend-slash-drama-queen.” His hair was bleached blond at the tips, his nails painted black, and he wore a crop top that said No Bad Vibes, ironically, since he was clearly full of them. Tessa came back with two glasses of something pink. “Reina, meet Shane. He bites sometimes but only when provoked.”

Chapter 1 little-angel POV. The funeral of the alpha of the Moonlit Claws pack had ended just a few days before. Life was slowly trickling back to normal, the hush of grief giving way to the anticipation of the upcoming ceremony. "The Shadowboom Unveiling", that sacred rite where the Moongoddess would designate the new alpha and show us our mates for under 18. I was joined by two of my childhood friends, Sunshine and Sunrise, as we made our way towards the apple groves .