Shawn Cooke Novels & Stories

"Interesting. Moral beast? How are we supposed to take that? Positively or negatively?" "I don't know yet. But since he's the attorney of opposition, nothing can't be positive with him", Shawn adds. I looked over there again. By appearance, I can figure out which one is Sebastian. He glances at us shortly and moves back into conversation with his team. I turn back. "Shawn, could you please stop introducing him like any Asian drama series?" Stella shrugs. "No one is utter special here" Shawn shrugs back. "Okay!"

He added, plucking his lips towards Everett, before completely pinning him off as the boy struggled to unbound himself while muttering curses and profanities. “I feel like I need to cover Maddy's eyes up,” Said Shawn, leaning on the bed frame looking at the scene in front of him. “This is SPG.” He added weirdly. This is surely one of those memories that he knew would be stuck up to the back of his head forever. “This is hilarious. I'm going to record it.” Said Sabrina, opening her phone's camera recorder. Sabrina in a bikini earlier was quite splendiferous. But Shawn would be lying if he says that she wasn't slaying it in this simple oversized shirt that she probably stole from one of the bo

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

He craned his neck around as he frantically searched for someone. When he caught sight of Albin, he quickly jogged over to him and said, "Hello, Mr. Albin White. My name is Shawn Gunner. I'm the owner of Treasure Cove. It is our utmost delight and pleasure to have you in our audience today, Mr. White. "I was just wondering if there was anything I could assist you with." Shawn was literally bent over with how lowly he held his body as a sign of respect toward Albin. There was a huge smile plastered on his face, but yet, his eyelids wouldn't stop twitching.

Danica had a face of sudden realization, “So you are Shawn, it was nice seeing you Shawn.” After saying that, she asked again, "Where's Santiago? What has he been doing lately? Why didn't he come back with you?" Shawn opened his mouth in a salty manner, "Shooting a movie in Hollywood." Danica was surprised: ''Not bad ah, he had always had this vibes of being a star. He also has the face for it too.” Shawn eyed her.

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

"All you do is betray those around you. First it was Calista. Then the people who'd dedicated their lives to working for you. And then finally, the very company that made you CEO. You don't deserve forgiveness." The bastard! Shawn damned all consequences and struck the annoying COO on the head with a punch. The COO laughed hysterically as he slumped to the ground. His laughter joined that of Gabriel and the other boys, echoing repeatedly in Shawn's head. He covered his ears, writhing in agony. "Get out of my head!" "He's awake!" Shawn heard a voice say as his eyes shut open. He sat up slowly, dimming his eyes as he struggled to let the light in the room into them. Just then, a nurse rushed t

, he says, showing him the watch. His nose was still flaring and veins were popping out of his arms but seeing the demand of time they time please for now and like best friends and brother they walked down the lane swoon down the hearts in their way. Shawn was wearing a light brown suit with a black faint lining checks on it and white shirt underneath. He had his goggles on as well and they didn't look less than models with height around 6’4” of each. They slayed the walkway with their hands shoved in their pockets until their black beast racing car stood in front of the gates and opened the blazer buttons they got inside.

*"What did you talk to my brother about? You didn't tell him anything did you?” “We were just talking about who our favorite athletes are, right George?” Alpha Darren gave George the code by pressing the backrest of his wheelchair. “He has bad taste.” George's reply made Diana unable to hold back her laughter. She laughed while covering her mouth. “You're right about your brother, his mouth is spicier than chili.” George gaped, “Diana, you have a heart.” Diana just shook her head and helped Alpha Darren put George onto the gurney.

And because I was not wearing underwear, my stiff manhood immediately sprang free the moment my boxer shorts were pulled down. Shawn stared at my cock, gulping, looking like he was staring at a delicious dish. I thought he would be giving me a blowjob right away, but he only caressed the slit on the tip of my cock that was beginning to produce precum, then he pulled his hand away and started undressing himself, leaving me in disappointment. But my disappointment did not last too long because once he was bare naked, with his shoes and socks off of his feet too, he then spread my legs and kneeled in the middle of it. And with his hands on his back, he wrapped his lips around my cock, making me