Shawn Cooke Novels & Stories

If she ever needed help, Shawn wouldn’t be her first call. Shawn gives her a warm smile and a wave. Then he steps out of the car, umbrella in hand. He’s dressed sharply in a charcoal-gray wool coat over a fitted black turtleneck sweater and tailored wool trousers. A simple silver necklace glints against the dark fabric, and his hair is styled neatly back. He’s even wearing black-framed glasses, adding a polished, professional touch to his look. It’s clear he put effort into his appearance tonight. As he walks over, the black umbrella obscures half his face until he tilts it slightly, revealing a kind, handsome smile.

“What is it.” Shawn held my gaze, his expression hard, no humor left in his eyes. “Romanov works for your brother Damien.” For a second, my brain didn’t register it. Then it hit. “What?!” I said sharply. “That’s not possible.” “It is,” Shawn replied without hesitation. “And it’s been that way for a long time.” “How?” I demanded. Shawn crossed his arms, leaning against the wall like he was bracing himself for what was coming next.

His mood dropped drastically afterwards, and I need him fully focused on this. If he's too busy thinking about Tracy Scott and how to fix things with her, we will never get what's needed to nail that imbecile down. I ran my hands through my hair, staring at the monitor. On the bright side, we finally had actual names and pictures. Shawn's face was marked red. He's dead. Antonov is still active. I heaved a huge sigh. Oh lord please see us through. ****

The blue fabric was darkened to black by the blood. "Shawn, how are you holding up? I'll call for a car to take you to the hospital right now!" "There's no need—" Shawn held Kenny's arm and looked up at him. His face was twitching with pain as he shot a look of burning hatred toward Sebastian, who was standing nearby. Then, his gaze shifted to the three people hiding behind the house, Miranda, Madison, and Julie. Shawn shouted, "I can still hold on. Before we go to the hospital, you have to make them pay for injuring me. As for those two women, I saw them filming with their phones earlier. You can't let them upload and share the video!"

Looks like an attractive offer, even if only for one night at least tonight she can rest in peace, she thought. Then Shin nodded, and the old woman then gently stroked Shin's hair with great affection. And when they were about to board the bus, Shin's eyes saw two familiar people on the other side of the road. It seemed that Shin recognized that person. It appears that the man is chasing the woman while shouting the name 'Shireen'. "Err—isn't that David and Shireen?" Shin was amazed. "What are they doing?" * To Be Continued * —————————————————— I'm sorry if a lot of writing is still wrong and messy, because i'm not very good at English. But I want to try and keep learning. Thank you for supp

I am the twin sister of Timothy Shaw, the daughter of Aaron and Helena Shaw of Dark Moon Pack! As much as I want to listen to him and understand that we haven't known each other long enough to be on first name basis, I wasn't about to let it slide. I let my brother boss me around, and I'm not about to allow more rules on me, or let him be right. "No," I stated coldly, crossing my arms over my chest in attempt to stand my ground.

Danika Williams After a long day at work, I took a shower and was ready to sit down in front of the television, drink wine and fall asleep on the couch as I was still too afraid to sleep in my bedroom alone. But when I step out, I see that annoyingly handsome devil, with his plain white t-shirt hugging his muscular back, all in the right places, cooking something in the kitchen which makes me remember the chat I had with another model, Kylie. She asked me if Jake Carson was single or not, and if he was, would I mind setting him up with her as she had a brief chat with him today, he was very funny and a complete gentleman. Initially, I hated the plan but then I thought it was perfect, maybe I

Theo stood nearby, his face tight with stress, his fists clenched at his sides. Then, a low chuckle rolled through the crowd, smooth and mocking. "Carter," came Xavier's voice. "Don't guilt Sharon into backing down by using her role as a mother. The showcase matters to your son Theo—what, it doesn't matter to my son Matty? And about your generous talk of compensation..." He smiled arrogantly. "I'm Xavier Cooper. You think I need your tenfold payout? Or whatever kind of 'compensation' you're offering?" Nate scoffed, sneering. "If you actually cared about this showcase, you wouldn't have picked Sharon to perform with your son. Honestly, when you brought her in, I thought you'd already given up

They were just right to his taste. "Perfect," he blurted, managing the bulge under his pants, begging to be free. Her eyes scouted downward below his belt. She winked at him, stroking his cock from the cotton fabric. Unzipping his fly, she fished out his cock, gasping at the size. Shawn smirked, proud of his meat. His girth had grown bigger and the length had increased considerably in size, catching Caroline off guard. Shawn grunted, as Caroline stroked his shaft with both hands, licking the pre cum on the head of his cock. He glanced at his wrist watch and did some mental calculations. "Charles, drive straight to the hotel. There's a change of plans."

Dr Greg chuckled as Trevor halted. Trevor tilted his hands up, but the scowl on his face never left. Trevor desired to kill him. Maybe if he were as drunk as when he was caught earlier, he'd have attacked without a second thought. "What do you want from me?" "Your cooperation which I believe I won't be needing anymore. I'm taking what I want forcefully." Dr Greg's hand left the trigger. Trevor stood frozen in his spot as the bullet moved towards him. Then it halted.