Shane Stoffer Novels & Stories

We three work at the school that I own. 3 years back, I made a private school ‘Bloomfield’ which is now a very reputable school for primary in NewYork. I work their as principal and CEO. As it’s still a developing school I don’t have much of head office. Just few employees for finance and marketing. Selena and Emerald have also their share in the school and COO. We have been together since childhood. I was tired of sitting here for quite some time. I picked up the magazine in front of and rummage through random pages. A news caught my eyes.

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

Shane's voice pounds through my head and the edge to his tone instantly has me worried. "I'm in my office. What's wrong?" I sit in my seat while I wait to hear from him and gently rub my temples. This is why I don't drink. because an Alpha is never of duty, there's never time to nurse a hangover because there's always someone who wants something. A loud bang on my office door makes me wince but then Shane, Lily, and Will all come storming into the room looking panicked. "What's happened?" The look on Shane's face alone is enough to have my mind going into overdrive but the look on Lily's face has me quickly shifting my ass out of my chair.

I am going to have a very interesting academic year, and even though I may not be in the Cheerleading team, but I am interested in Damian Anderson. Call it lust, call it to crush or love at first sight. One thing is certain I know he is that fire that I will gladly burn-in.

POV: Khyle Shane had a gift for finding the pressure points. It wasn't malicious. Khyle had worked that out somewhere around week three of knowing him. Shane operated with the cheerful persistence of someone who genuinely believed that information was meant to be shared and that privacy was mostly just embarrassment waiting to be resolved. He didn't dig at people to cause damage. He dug at them because he was interested and because stopping had never once occurred to him as a viable option. He was deploying this gift now with considerable enthusiasm.

“The rules are we share. That’s it. What’s yours is ours, brother.” Before Keane could make a rebuttal, the door opened again, and Beau stepped in, closing it behind him and then turning the lock three times, just like he always did. Diagnosed with a severe form of Obsessive Compulsive Disorder, not even the meds took away all the symptoms. We loved him anyway. “What’s the problem in here, gentlemen?” he asked. “I could hear shouting down the hall.” “Keane met the new intake,” I said. “But he’s trying to claim her for himself.”

Eric’s next line made me roll my eyes so hard I nearly pulled a muscle. “You’re a lucky man. She’s fucking beautiful. Like really gorgeous.” “Yeah, I know,” Shane said. “So… did you hire her or something? Like off OnlyFans, or another site? I wanted to know if I could hire her too.” I sat up in bed, with my mouth open in disbelief. Shane’s voice went dangerously calm. “What?” After Eric tried to play it off, Shane shut his ass down. “No. She’s actually a thriving artist and she’s my fucking woman. She’s not on OnlyFans, and I know your simple minded ass already checked. So whatever little game this is, you need to step the fuck off.”

“Since you gave me this opportunity, Mr. Howe, I couldn’t let you down.” “There’s actually another client we need to visit,” Shane said, his tone thoughtful. “If we can secure a partnership with their company, this project could reach a whole new level. But that client is a tough one. I was ready to give up, but now, with you on board, I think it might just be possible.” Shane’s gaze lingered on her, his eyes filled with admiration. He was genuinely intrigued by her but confessing that outright might scare her off. Unaware of his thoughts, Stellar simply felt a bit embarrassed at his praise.

"If you don't explain it to the fans, I'm afraid this won't cut it. It'd be a disservice to everyone's constant support for you!" "What? Say it again. I didn't hear you properly!" Shane was a known name even before he became an agent. He had a bit of say in both the legal world and the gangs. Otherwise, he would not have been able to keep it smooth sailing for his artists for so many years. He had always kept a civilized front, but now that someone was targeting Neil, there was no stopping him from rolling up his sleeves for a fight! "Neil, step back!" Shane jutted his chin. "Leave this to me!"

she threatened vehemently. I simply chuckled at her words and took a step back. "Just so you know, my name is Henry, a former beta of the Lycan Pack, and I want you to remember that I am watching you. If you dare do anything stupid to Sierra, I will make sure you regret it all. Not only that, but you will despise everything about yourself and realize that you are not fit to be a Luna, not only in the ghost pack but in every pack," I warned sternly. I walked away as I noticed her growing anger, and before I could turn to the other side, I heard her yell…