Shane Walsh Novels & Stories

"The Caufield family shorted one of his companies to strong-arm him into business. I handled the nitty-gritty of it. It dropped sixty-three percent on one exchange after he wouldn't sell them dead-ass quantities in the Florida swamps. Marshall didn't even flinch when he took a four-billion-dollar drubbing." "Maybe he just hates you," I ventured. "You're singularly unlovable." "It was a good deal for everyone involved," Shane said practically, jerking his hand back from between the woman's legs just as she began to pant, the sadist. "Then he found out I'm thrice divorced." "Thrice? Je-sus, man. You're in your early thirties." "When you know, you know."

’ Shawn Tan beamed at me with both hands outstretched. He was in his forties, local, about my height, with the sort of tan that suggested he’d been born under the equator and the sort of belly that suggested his favourite food was beer. His smile was too wide, too ready, the kind of smile that said, ‘Please don’t make my life difficult.’ We exchanged pleasantries. When I mentioned that Lochlan wouldn’t be joining us today, he looked momentarily conflicted — relief fighting disappointment, with relief winning by a hair.

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.

… In the villa situated on the coast. When Wesley received a call, his lips curled upward. “Is it done?” “Yes. The person in the detention center said that Shaun’s thigh was bleeding profusely, so he’ll most likely become a eunuch in the future.” “Most likely?” Wesley narrowed his eyes. “I want it to be certain.” Considering that Shaun had humiliated him time and time again, Wesley wanted him utterly destroyed. Wesley wondered how Shaun was now going to play around with women since he enjoyed it so much.

I've never seen him in my life. "This is Reilly, a friend of Cyprian's. And anyone who is a friend of him, is a friend of me. Reilly will be joining us for dinner," Shanae says lightly. Reilly only watches me silently, not bothering to do anything more to acknowledge me. I hope the cold feeling inside me is mirrored on my face. "I would like to apologise about the way you were taken, but I can assure you that you will be treated only nicely from now on," she explains, to which I narrow my eyes at.

I avoid eye contact as we walk towards the door. Shane’s closest friend Liam is the oldest and the nicest out of the group. He doesn’t pay attention to me and doesn’t join in when Shane torments me. He’s the shortest at 5’11” but with his blonde hair and blue eyes, he’s easy on the eyes. Devin is Shane’s right-hand man but he’s got a nasty temper. He’s got inches on his friends and he’s built like a rock. He’s sporting a brown-haired Mohawk and has dimples when he smirks. I think Shane is going to appoint him as his Beta when he takes over.

2 MONTHS LATER. Brian's POV. Two months have passed and the snow has melted. Spring has come, and Millie has been getting a lot better. Her leg was no longer injured. But a scar still remained on her leg. I had been preapring for Wilson. Each day I would get up before dawn while Millie still slept and I would work out and build up my muscles. i was getting all my slaughter rooms ready for his arrival. Whoever he may bring with him would be slaughterd as well. I had to protect my Millie, she was so precious to me. So beautiful and I was not gonna let him take her away from me. It then hit me, I have been working so hard getting my castle inside and outside ready for an attack that I wanted to

He was the big target at the end of the day, and she'd be surprised if they didn't make one more play towards him. Sure enough, she had just emerged from the trees and spotted him in the hole - one tee off area when three shell walkers made a break for it, trying to run Shane to ground. Shamira learned something that afternoon . . . it had something to do with a phrase that her brother had said once. Some dogs like to chase cars, but don't have any idea what to do when that car stops. Shane wasn't armed, and apparently he didn't need to be. Where Sebastian had fought with grace, Shane was simply dominant. Step one, break a shell walkers neck with a knife-edged chop from the right hand. Step

I said as Silas nodded in appreciation "Thank you, Austin. I really appreciate it, sp this family of yours, may I know their names?" Silas asked "I will start from the gem in our lives, this kid as been through a lot but he still keeps smiling so his elder brother doesn't have to.worry about him with all the other things he as going on, his name is Shane and when you meet him just know that he is mute due to some circumstances and would like not to be treated differently because of his disability" I explained and Silas simply nodded

Kathleen thought. “Ah... hi?” “You’re Kathleen, right?” Her brows twitched. “Y-Yes, why?” He nodded. “My name is Takumi Takahashi, Shane’s senior psychiatrist. And I have something to tell you.” “About what?” She saw his Adam’s apple rolled. “About Shane.”