Shane Stardew Valley Novels & Stories

On the phone, Shane took his time to have an in-depth conversation with Steve. "Are you for real?" When Steve heard what Shane had to say, he was so thrilled that he could not control his joy. "So, Shane, what exactly have you accomplished up to this point?" Steve's voice was animated when he asked the question. "What ails you is not a disease, but rather———." When Shane was just ready to tell Steve the truth about who he was, he was unexpectedly stuck in the back of the head by an unknown person, which caused him to scream.

Shane walked in and bowed his head, “I’m happy you are home Luna Selene and I’m happy to see you want to eat Luna Nahla. He rolled in a cart full of all sorts of food and the girls helped him set the table. There were eggs, bacon, sausage, hash browns, club sandwiches, homemade pizza, fresh bread, fresh orange juice and milk. “Will you be joining us Shane?”, Nahla asked. “No thank you Luna, I have to fetch my daughter from the sitter. “Aww, what is her name?”, Selene excitedly asked. “Ava, she's a month old”, Shane smiled sadly. His mate Isla passed away during child birth, Selene read his mind. “We’re here if you ever want to talk or need a babysitter”, Selene smiled at him. “I can eat a co

"You try carrying around a ten-pound baby in a 5 foot 3 one hundred and thirty-six pound body." Shane immediately held up his hands. "Fair point." Everyone laughed. He hugged Tasha before crouching down to greet the kids. Lily and Sophie immediately grabbed Denim and Tru and dragged them toward the family room. SJ finally came downstairs. Then Shane saw Mr. Murphy. His former father-in-law. The older man smiled warmly. "Hey, Shane, my boy." Shane smiled back. "Mr. Murphy." The older man pulled him into a hug. "I'm glad to see you."

“The pleasure’s mine.” Shane came from old money, his family rooted in traditional industries with a fortune that had been built and secured over generations. But he himself was a textbook rich playboy—no ambition, no real accomplishments, only interested in wine, women, and parties. He’d already been through two marriages, the latest of which ended just six months ago. He was officially single, but far from alone. As they shook hands, the scene appeared perfectly polite and ordinary to outsiders. But Ruby caught the subtle movement of his fingers. Her eyes lit up.

But yes, it was nice to know that they didn't think I was dead. Shane's father had gotten up early, said goodbye to the warriors, and left. The first contact was a few miles away, and he decided to walk the world as a human not to arouse suspicion. He bought a not-very-flashy but good car and headed toward the neighboring city. When he arrives at his destination, he decides to call. Showing up unexpectedly could have a bad result. - Killer, it's me, Darius River. I'm in the city. Can we meet?

"In that case, I will appeal to your father for your sake, so that he'll free you." "Really?" Kim's eyes lit up with hope, but it was gone soon enough. "Forget it. My father is stubborn and self-obsessed—he'd never listen." "Don't worry, he'll come around with me here," Shane assured her, patting his own chest. "You can run away with me if he still refuses. I was going to start the greatest empire of commerce that Southstream has ever seen. That's why I've returned—I'm sure that with my brains and my connections, your father will be satisfied."

Her gaze shifted to the unfamiliar figure beside Clark. "Good morning, Arren. Allow me to introduce Shane, the son of the late Lady's aide." Arren observed the young man introduced by Clark. Shane West, that was his name. He appeared handsome with neatly combed brown hair, sharp blue eyes, and a friendly smile adorning his face. His physique was well-maintained, portraying someone who took care of his physical condition perfectly. Arren could also sense that Shane seemed intelligent and competent, much like his father, who had once served her grandmother.

Shane says, smiling at me. My smile spreads from ear to ear. Shane owns a professional basketball team and in some ways he mentors the guys. He gets them extra help when they need it, specialized doctors and physical therapist, basically anything they need he gets it for them. He cares about each and everyone of the players. They all love him too. I mean who wouldn't, he is one of the nicest guys in the world.

And when he got drunk, he'd go home and beat his wife. Stacey worked herself to the bone to support him, taking on hard and exhausting labor. She'd work late into the night, only to return home and get beaten. She cried every day until one day, something happened. When Shane and his good-for-nothing buddies secretly went into the mountains to hunt rabbits, he somehow stepped on an old grave mound. The grave was so old that the coffin inside had completely rotted, so Shane fell straight into it and lost consciousness.

Zane uttered smugly as he sat down in the chair opposite her desk, promptly perching his expensive shoes on top. “What the hell do you know about “these things” anyway, Smith?” She retorted as she shoved his feet off the end of her desk. Zane Smith was a fixer, Reaperr’s fixer, and he was as dangerous as a live grenade. In any other situation, London would have tip-toed around him, giving him a wide birth to do his bidding, but, she could feel the noose around her neck, and this time, not in a good way.