Shane Dawson Cat Novels & Stories

***ZANE'S POV*** "Zane? Oh damn it, Zane!" I hear a familiar high screech call out and as I open my partly swollen eyes, I see them. London and Dante. My world in here and I am chained like a dog to a fucking wall with a collar on my neck. "Honey? Are you hurt? Please tell me you are okay," I cry out as baby Dante stares at me with confusion, his face a mixture of fear and baby eyes.

“What about sitting somewhere else? I chose the back for a reason.” He purses his lips and rubs the back of his neck in an endearing way. “I…know. We had finance together. You were a few rows behind. I wanted to say hi, but you left in a hurry.” Because I thought I could blend into the crowd and slip past the bodyguards. Turns out I didn’t have to get stepped on and pushed into the corner. Shaggy blond hair stretches out his hand. “Hi… I’m Shane. Shane Dawson.”

June Hall’s POV “Good morning Winster county. Welcome to another episode of Winster county with Miss June Hall. Today, I have a very special guest in the studio: Kate Zainab Omar, the face of the heroes of justice maiden magazine. Kate how have you been?” Kate’s POV “I have been doing great, thank you for having me.” “You know since you came back, people have been speculating or even asking what your next move will be after the blockbuster speech during Sheriff Morgan Wilson’s memorial. What is your answer?” June Hall’s POV

After Shane came to Eskana, he did not directly attack Catherine but investigated all the people and situations around Catherine. He knew the weaknesses of human nature too well. He knew that Catherine's seemingly cold exterior hid a warm heart. If once Catherine was invulnerable, now Catherine was full of weaknesses. Audrey and the Duncans were the people she cared about and her weaknesses. As long as one had weaknesses, one would be easily controlled. "Catherine, if everything is as you said, congratulations! And yes, it was me who did it. I accept your challenge." Shane looked at Catherine with a smirk on his face.

It was the first time Catherine’s son looked at her with disdain, and she glared at Shaun with hatred. It could prove himself to his son, but why did he have to step on her to do it? Was he trying to shame her? Noticing Catherine’s anger, Shaun quickly cleared his throat. He carefully put all the steak he had cut into Catherine’s plate. “Of course, your mom can teach you how to draw. She’s a world-renowned designer, and her drawings are amazing. She can bring you to the park and teach you about the plants and animals…”

My team is good and I’m sure that they will get some more information soon. As I swipe the picture again, my eyes widen. The same shocked person from the initial photos is now dragging away one of the other guys. Are they friends? As I zoom the picture in, I ask, “Who is the reporter that got these?” With a bit of pride woven through his words, Trevor chimes, “Shane Downs.” Shane Downs. Which one is he?

How did he not know? Shane realized that he had said something he shouldn't, and hastily explained, "I also heard it from someone else. The Dawson family wants to cooperate with the government, and there happens to be a very good tourism development project in Mossfell. Many companies have set their sights on it. Doesn't Dave have a good friend in the government? He was given an opportunity to send people to Mossfell to help with agricultural development. If the results are good, the Dawson family can also get a share in the bidding. Leah volunteered for it."

I laugh again and set the bottle of whiskey on the counter in front of her. “You need this tonight. Drown your sorrows. And Quinn is here. Maybe you can take one of her cats and slowly start living out your fate as a crazy cat lady.” “Thanks, Dawson,” she spits and takes the whiskey. Snickering, I step to the side, taking a drink order from one of our regulars. I give Mr. Fenton his beer and lean on the counter in front of Danielle again. “Your sister would never give up one of her cats.” She finishes her whiskey and pours a little more in her glass.

In a cozy café, a seriously good-looking guy strolled up to a beautiful girl, talking smooth like he owned the place. "Hey there." Ivy's lashes fluttered as she turned, spotting Shawn's handsome face by her side. "I'm Shawn Dyxon Tate, but in the biz world, they call me Cato Alter. I'm the big shot at DT Investment. How about ditching this joint and coming home with me?"

Barely. “Well, Dawson was never one to brag or praise himself,” I said now, my voice low and rough, forcing the words out steady despite the storm raging in my head. The scent of Kate’s perfume—something soft and floral, like jasmine on a warm breeze—drifted toward me, mixing with the faint trace of rain from outside. It made my pulse quicken in ways it shouldn’t. “He was one of a kind. I owed him my life, but he never asked for a damn thing, even when I pushed. Not like the rest of those leeches who called themselves my friends.” Kate let out a soft laugh, the sound light but edged with that familiar spark of mischief that always hit me like a spark to dry tinder. She shifted on the couch,