Shane Dawson Cat Novels & Stories

It was in a new section, next to an elaborate fish tank. A tall, young man with thick, sandy blonde hair stood as we approached. “Hi, I’m Shane. You must be Daisy Wilson.” My jaw dropped for a moment, and my hand squeezed Victor’s tighter when I realized it was Shane Ross. He was incredibly handsome. His tawny good looks and athletic body were unexpected. I didn’t think he would be this attractive. “Yeah …I mean, yes. I’m Daisy, and this is my fiancé, Victor Klein,” I stammered while trying to get my pulse and blushing under control. It was natural to notice someone besides your mate was attractive, but the feeling made me uncomfortable.

They scream as if excited at every stroke of our bodies. At university, we are called “5BITCH’S”. That name is popular especially among men. Who wouldn't be interested when they heard that name? We consist of five members. Sidney Laurent, a model, second Sapphire Reichmann, a vlogger, third Sunny Adams, the queen of TikTok, fourth Skye Fridman, the queen of online games and of course me, Serena Dawson, the queen of the campus. Aside from the fact that I always want to be with my stupid ex basketball player boyfriend, dancing is really my hobby so I entered the world of cheerdancing.

Dave walked back to the pole while his captors eyed him warily. Then, he motioned toward Catherine. "Sister, you look like shit... Are you OK? Or shall I kick Shawn for giving you a hard time?" Catherine rolled her eyes and smiled at her brother. "You bloody owe me, Dave. You have me worried for days," she answered. "Yes, she is worried, but don't worry Dave, you'll be our best man again," Shawn added. Catherine just smiled back, obviously not interested in giving away any more details.

I don’t remember his name or his former pack, but I know he is well respected. Daisy comes in looking like a million bucks. Her blonde hair is shining even in the dark damp room, her makeup is flawless, Cateye, really? Okay. She is wearing a black suite with no jewelry, but she doesn’t need it, she is a stunner and I see more than a few males drop their jaws. I check on Neal who has a look of disgust for her. Good!

I thought it was Prince Damien but I couldn’t tell. Hands were on my shoulders pinning me down, I tried to breathe through my nose and I cherished what little air came in. “Let her up, she can’t breathe. You’ll crush her,” the voice said again. Dawson began to laugh. “You might get all the tail at home, but at camp you better keep your damn pants on. Don’t be getting attached to these pups. They’re weak. Clearly even the lower kingdoms are pampering their females too much, coddling them,” Dawson said, finally getting off me.

Shane's POV “Shit!” I hissed. The door opened and Dwayne walked in. “You don't look so happy.” “No kidding.” “He came, didn't he?” He asked. “Yeah. And he's fucking pissing me off,” I answered. “You can handle him. I heard the news. Have you found his body?” “Not yet,” I responded. Dwayne looked out the window and I wished he had kept quiet. “She's gotten rid of it.”

“Sato and Reyes. They’ll object.” Dawson nods once. “Good.” He pauses, eyes darkening. “If Shaw did this.” “Dawson,” I warn softly. He swallows. “I know. No fists.” The fact he says it, without sarcasm makes my throat ache. “That’s right,” I whisper. His eyes hold mine. “I’m trying to be the kind of man you can bring into your future without worry.” My breath catches. I sit back down, close enough that my knee brushes the bed rail. “You are,” I say quietly. “Even when your hands shake with restraint.”

My mother and I had been following up the notes from my Father’s diary lately and the sooner we unravel the mysteries it unfolds, the safer our lives will become. “Come in.” answered a voice from inside the room after I repeatedly knocked on the door. I went inside the room and it took me some seconds to clearly see the entire place. The room was dark and stuffy. There were clothes, bags, furniture and papers all around. I wondered how the man I went to see survives in such a tight place.”Sit down.” He said while pointing towards the sofa with lots of clothes on. I pushed the clothes and sheets to the other side of the sofa and squeezed myself into it. “I am Fetty Dzarma.” I began. “My fath

Caden mumbled when Sasha asked, "What do you say, boy?" "I said, we won't let him see the face. Ever!" Her knitted eyebrows were remained calm in a serious expression. A few minutes later they heard the loud growling of the man. "Uh. Maddox Dasher is here!" she got all excited and the siblings exchanged looks. "Get ready, my fellows. The guttersnipes are here!" She walked to the window and saw a pack of the wolves, in human shape. "Katia! Come out!" he roared in anger.

Controls has never been his strong suit. "My name is Mr. R.J Dawson. But you will address me as Mr. Dawson or Professor Dawson. Nothing more and nothing less" his voice was cold and straight to the point. It cut through the air like an arrow piercing everyone’s ear with his dark bass stuffed voice. Mr. Dawson had on a black well tailored suit with a white crisp shirt and a black tie. He looked like he walked off the set of a GQ photoshoot. He had dark hair that was a tussled mess atop his head and sultry mocha brown eyes that usually left those of the female species very very speechless.