Shane Walsh Novels & Stories

The downside of his day was always having to report to his superior. Shane was working tirelessly to ensure that no rebellion would arise in the near future; at the same time, he was keeping a close eye on his Lord’s missing mistress. He was usually very good at multitasking, but for some reason, this particular task gave him a headache. He would give an arm and a leg to have Damien simply move on from the human wench.

His hand rested lightly on the curve of my waist, grounding and maddening all at once. “I see that our Luna has been training you.” Nolan said, choosing to direct his question to the children who are watching excitedly. “And I can tell if this is how your training is starting, then I'm going to have a stronger league on my line, aren't I?” I tilted my face up, ready to ask what the hell he was doing. I wanted to ask what he was doing, but the smile that was on his face was one that I never saw. Even the children were happy to see him like this.

POV: Selene Castellano His name was Kevin Walsh. Not the same Kevin Walsh who had written four pages after the symposium. This was a different person with the same name. This Kevin Walsh ran a youth housing program on the west side and he had the quality of someone who had been let down by enough people that letting down had become his default assumption. He arrived at nine and sat across from Selene. He didn't take coffee when she offered. “I’ve been thinking all night about yesterday’s call,” he said.

If he’d see the pictures… “H-he won’t see it,” I rush out. “Shane isn’t even public. He probably has—what—barely a following.” Adrian takes the phone back without comment. His thumb moves once, then he turns the screen toward me again. 2M. That’s how many followers Shane Dawson has. My stomach drops. He steps past me without hesitation, already done with the conversation, already moving on. My chest tightens anyway, guilt settling heavy and uninvited.

A few seconds later, Shane sent a message in the group chat. "Amelia and I aren't what you think we are. I have a fiancee." The group chat went into an uproar again. Shane sent another message, and this time, he tagged me. "@RachelTowne is my fiancee."

“I thought you would always rely on your ‘own’ strength?” Shane shrugged as he checked the time on his watch. “I’ve already proven myself. But my power alone wouldn’t be enough to protect the person I care about. It won’t be bad to ask for some assistance, right?” He stood up from his seat, inserting his hands in his pocket. “I have to go now. My baby is waiting at home. See you around,” Shane mumbled and turned to the door. “Ah, since you helped me out to fix this, I’ll give you the honor to attend my wedding. You’re welcome,” he added and opened the door. “Wait! What wedding are you talking about?!”

It’s just getting creepy now. “What is your name, pretty girl?” He speaks like she is the most annoying creature to walk the planet. “Uh, it’s uh V-Victoria Evans, A-Alpha Shane.” She stutters, you can tell she is so nervous, yet so happy to have finally found her mate, an Alpha none the less. “Very well. I Shane Walters, reject you Victoria Evans as my mate.” Victoria hits her knees and throws her hands to her chest as if in agonizing pain.

Shane tilted his head and grinned at Kelvin before speaking "Kay, you didn't tell me that she is this beautiful" 'Wait! What!?' Alisha thought 'Did Kelvin talked to Shane about me? Oh my God, this can't be happening' Kelvin decided not to reply and only smiled back at Shane's question. Alisha looked between the two adonises that were standing in front of her and noticed that Kelvin was few inches taller than Shane. Shane Carter was the only child of Mr Richard Carter, a billionaire who lost his wife as well as the mother of Shane some years back to a tragic car accident. And surprisingly, he hadn't planned on taking another wife after the incident.

That little smile is taking everything from me, and I am seriously being swayed by him. Damian Shane Dawson is a real magnate, damn it.

, embarrassing Shane when he heard it. Javier did not want to let Shane go so easily, though. Since he had picked a fight first, there was no way Javier was letting him off the hook for no reason. He went to Shane and asked, “Lil’ Shane, are you supposed to give me the key to my Ferrari now?” Shane Sullivan was the second son of the Sullivans and was in his early twenties. There was no fault in calling him Lil’ Shane. It was just that it sounded teasing, and it disgruntled Shane. What pissed him even more was Javier asking him for the car!