Shawn Cooke Novels & Stories

“Go on. Finlay is one of them. I could only assume the rest, but I’d like to be indulged. Who are with Finlay? Anybody from the beach?” “No,” a voice said from upstairs. A figure trudged down the carpeted steps, revealing himself in the dim light. It was Dr. Shawn. He wore only a pair of crumpled black pants torn in places. Gashes and bruises marred his muscular chest and abs. His amputated shoulder was fully bandaged; it hid the bloody damage beneath. “They’re all dead,” he said. Rico was the first to shoot to his feet. Clenching his fists, he stormed toward Dr. Shawn, stopping just a meter from him.

ADAM: " man you are late " Cole said as he bumped my shoulder and smiled. " sorry coach wanted to talk to me " I said as I sat at my usual spot " Shawn " I called and smiled. He dropped the book he was reading and face me with a smile back. " hey .. I wanted to wait for you but I got dragged here " Shawn said looked at kelvin " what! Girls are here " kelvin said and smirked " hii " Tasha and johanne said each and grinned.

As he drove, I gave directions until we reached a small but upscale apartment complex. Matteo parked and looked at me suspiciously. “Who lives here?” “My friend,” I said. “Very reliable. Very protective. Very dramatic.” He blinked. “That combination sounds… dangerous.” “Oh, it is,” I muttered. I rang the bell. The door swung open so fast I almost choked. “DELIA?!” Shawn stood there with his arms folded, hair in tiny twists, wearing a robe that screamed expensive and petty. His eyes dragged over my entire outfit my jewelry, the dress, the heels.

“There’s no need for you to come though. We’ve finished everything.” Shawn said, laughing. “And why are you going crazy over food, young master?” He teased. Mark’s jaw clenched. “You punk, I’ll get you for this!” Shawn’s voice lowered, speaking in a hush whisper into the phone. “I’ve figured out a trick to get Lucas to cook again though.” Mark’s eyes widened with interest. “What trick? Tell me!” “Should I? Didn’t you just hear you’ll get me for not tell you that Lucas was cooking?”

Sharmaine asked. "Shawn Ezekiel Peñafranco." Harah replied seriously. Sharmaine's eyes widened in shock because Shawn is a famous bachelor and very rich. "OMG! What a luck!" Sharmaine said happily. Harah just shook her head while smiling.

Shawn stood by the mirror preening himself. He wore an olive green-colored Stuart Hughes Diamond Edition suit and a subtle long tie that complemented his well-tailored trousers. His crips' cool white sleeve sparked from inside his suit jacket, fitting his body and complimenting his highly polished leather shoes that shone like crystals. His polished exterior and sophistication added to his sleek and charms, giving him a dishy appearance. Taking his cream, he added a little in his hands and rubbed his hair before brushing down his well-calved beards that were all sleepy on his handsome face.

“The twins are doing fine with Kolein's daughter, and Kiro his not doing good, and I can't contact him either” “Hmmm” Shaun answered and left the room, filled with a strawberry scent. “Where are you going now?” Rikko asked, watching him go. “Going back to the Philippines to watch over my kids and move on” Rikko can't tell if it's just a facade or Shaun really wants to face the world without his Omega, well, it's not his matter anyway, but he can't help but think, how Shaun easily gives up. “Then bring me along, I also wish to check my brother.”

They sat down and waited for Shawn. When Georgie saw a pot of hot tea on the coffee table, she slowly poured Xyla and herself a cup of tea each… Very soon, the door opened. Shawn walked in. He was a middle-aged man. Apart from being bald, he also had a beer-belly. Xyla felt disgusted by the sight of his face. Shawn seemed very arrogant when he looked at Xyla and Georgie. “One of you is the CEO, and the other is the president, right?” he asked.

"I'm going to build the most luxurious private horse ranch in the entire continent here. I can't let them jinx the place." "Are you sure you want to resort to such extremes with me, Eva?" I asked her one last time. "Resort to such extremes?" Eva snorted. "You think too highly of yourself. Killing you is just as easy as squashing a fly." Shawn lifted his chin smugly. "Do you even know who I am? I'm the most famous celebrity in the entire country of Dartland. I'm the king of the entertainment industry. Beggars like you aren't even worthy of kissing the ground I walk on."

“Shawn, have you met Mr. York? Does he have eleven toes or two heads?” Shawn chuckled. “Mr. York is a normal man without eleven toes or two heads. He does have an above-average look and that presence about him. I’m flattered that he talked to me.”