Shane Dawson Gaming Novels & Stories

she said, sounding certain. Julia frowned slightly. “You don’t think he’ll quit? After all that?” Lana shook her head once. “People like Grey don’t quit. Not when there’s something to lose especially.” “The money,” Craig added, sounding like he was in a lecture room and wanted to back the lecturer up. “The lifestyle,” Victoria said, raising a finger in the air. “The illusion,” Lana finished, silencing everyone.

She was outspoken with her first line then remembered this was not her mind so she managed her words. “He is the owner of STARIGHTLINE,” He said making her nod. “Anything else?” He asked. “Umm… Yes, I would need the photos,” She mentioned, he asked them to take them from his I*******m account as she nodded and got to work, She prepared a few designs but nothing much satisfied her. She was looking at the design as he came outside and walked towards her, looking at the computer screen. “This is more like scareming the birthday of a 2-year-old,” Blunt, if this word did not exist she would have had a hard time explaining his personality.

As I settled into my car, another alert lit up my phone. CNN Exclusive: “Alejandro Dawson’s Foreign Stakeholders Withdraw Support. Stocks Drop to Historic Low.” I leaned back, sighing with satisfaction. First his name, then his fortune. And soon… his legacy. I took out my phone and texted Shane: “Hope you’re not too busy being obsessed with me to check the news. Big things happened today. And I wish you will stop being a jerk and gladly be pleased with my decisions. And then I opened my camera, looked at my reflection, and whispered:

From forcing the jets to turn around to landing in Coral Haven, Shane’s phone had been flooded with messages. First, Dawson Corporation’s businesses had been seized by the Lane family. Then, shareholder after shareholder sold their stakes to Ryan. Dawson Airlines, the pride of his family for decades, crumbled in the span of the hours he had spent in the air. The first call he received after landing was from the board itself: Ryan was now the majority shareholder. Shane and the Dawsons were ousted. When he finally saw me, he asked nothing. His hands trembled as he pulled out the diamond pendant, holding it toward me. "Lila, your grandmother’s heirloom… I took it back for you."

His real name is Shane Downing and not Shane Downs. No wonder Trevor hasn’t been able to find anything out about Shane Downs, except his time at Glassbrook Times. Trevor is one of the best, and I can’t understand why he couldn’t pull up more information. Now, I know. That would also explain why Shane’s past is so hard to find. He has the connections to make it all disappear, just like the royal family. Everything is now clicking, all except for one thing. Why? Why would he hide his background and family name?

my father announced, his voice louder than usual, “this is Shane. I met him on the way home, and he seemed like a fine young man. I thought it’d be nice to have him join us for dinner.” “Lovely to meet you, Shane,” Susan said, her eyes scanning him with a thin veneer of politeness. “It’s rare that David brings anyone home with him.” “It’s a pleasure to be here, ma’am,” Shane replied, offering her a courteous smile. He glanced at Juliet, who was eyeing him with open curiosity, and then his gaze landed on me. I tried to mask my confusion, giving him a look that I hoped conveyed my question: What are you doing here? But Shane merely nodded subtly, his expression calm and reassuring, as if telli

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."

As I make the turn, my mind reels back to the conversation with Hayley at the library a few days ago—her reveal about who the man behind Dreadborn might be. I glance around and just up ahead, I spot Shane sprinting with an ease that makes the rest of us look like paraplegics. His every stride feels like he's doing double of ours. I push myself forward until I’m side by side with him. “Shane, there’s something I gotta tell you.” He doesn’t slow down. “I’m listening.” “It’s about Dreadborn. I think I might—” Coach’s whistle shrieks as we pass him. “O’Connor! New kid! Quit yapping about your girlfriends and hustle!”

“You no longer work for Quality!” “You’re right,” Shane speaks for himself. “I don’t. I work for Kale Realty.” Mr. Davis’s eyes widen, and h was taken back by Shane’s response. “Last time I checked, any employee with Kale Realty is allowed to enter the premises right?” Kale asks for clarification. “What game are you all playing?” Mr. Davis has lost control on his own turf. “This is not a game,” Kale began. “I find that Shane is a good asset to my company. As well as Raine. You see, I am dipping my toes in another line of work.”

“Even when your hands shake with restraint.” His mouth tightens, emotion flashing. “You shouldn’t have to watch me fight myself.” “I’m not watching,” I whisper. “I’m staying.” Dawson’s eyes close briefly, and when he opens them, they shine like pain turned into something softer. “My therapist said shame is the danger,” he murmurs, as if reminding himself. “So I’m trying not to drown in it.” I reach for his hand again. “Good.” A knock at the door interrupts, two sharp taps.