Shawn Cooke Novels & Stories

Dean offered softly, his voice carrying a gentleness that made Shawn look up. Shawn’s eyes seemed to brighten for a moment, a faint spark breaking through the clouds in his expression. He curved his lips into a small smile and replied with a playful tone, “Your cooking’s too good to pass up. But I’ll be your assistant—can’t let you do all the work.”

Killian looked down at him with the detached disgust one reserves for something rotten found beneath polished marble. "You really are," he said softly, "a spectacular idiot." His mouth curved into the faintest ghost of a smile. "Tell me something, Shawn. Did you honestly believe you could orchestrate a cheap little performance like this inside my city, and somehow keep it hidden from me?" Shawn's confidence cracked. The color drained from his face. His jaw tightened. His pupils widened just enough to betray him. "What," he managed, his voice suddenly lacking all its earlier bravado, "are you talking about?" Then he scoffed, a little too loudly. "Aren't you just trying to steal credit because

But she paused, her brows pinching together as she asked, “Wait… Do you know him? Do you know Shawn?” I froze, my stomach lurching. My eyes darted everywhere but refused to tear away from Sloane's face. I thought of what to say, but as I opened my mouth, Shawn cut in. “Of course she doesn't know me,” he said with a purr. “Where would she have known me from, babe?” His hand wrapped around her waist, pulling her closer to him. “I doubt she has ever seen me before.” “Y-yes!” I stammered, though my voice was still shaking. “I have never seen him before. He just has a striking resemblance to one of my cousins.”

Shawn began, his voice rumbling just a bit with the drawl of South Carolina. Hellen glanced up at him. Shawn was a good guy. Tall, blond, with classic features and warm, brown eyes. Handsome, no doubt appealing to most women. She wasn’t most. She didn’t want a pretty boy perfect. Her fingers lightly skimmed over Damon’s shoulder. “He’s out. Don’t worry, I’ll be fine. Just…get the collar for me, will you?” After one last worried glance at Damon’s still, figure, Shawn headed toward the storage room.

Even when the council doubts, even when Cole twists everything, Shawn stands firm for me. "Wow, so protective," Cole scoffs, a thin smile forming. "Or maybe you are trying to protect where you introduced her to?" Shawn takes a step forward, his entire body coiling like a predator ready to strike. "Say that again." The temperature in the room seems to drop ten degrees. "I said," Cole rises from his seat, matching Shawn's energy with a cold smile, "maybe you're just covering your tracks. Trying to play the hero when you're the one who dragged her into that world in the first place."

The drive to the hospital took about thirty minutes. Shaun chatted amicably with Cooper, her new favourite bodyguard. He was growing on her more and more every day, a bit like a foot fungus. He encroached on her personal space, chattered incessantly and made inappropriate and unfunny jokes. He was one of those people who treated death like it was a hilarious affliction. But he was sweet when it counted, and he was always respectful. "You think the boss man will have those two assholes killed?" This was from Cooper.

"You're paying me back with your life?" Shawn nodded. "Yes, with my life and my heart. You can have everything you want." Gale clenched her teeth. "The Wood Group and family, the power and status. Do you not want any of it anymore?" "I don't. All I want right now is to prove my love to you," he answered. Shawn was such a proud person and also a completely conceited one. Gale could not understand him at all. How could he be willing to die?

She was beautiful with luscious fuller hips. “You're beautiful,” Shawn said while tracing his fingers on her neck, going down her chest. “She's stunning," Kenny muttered and helped her get rid of the shorts and tossed them away, leaving her only in her panties. Both of them were squeezing her breasts a little harder, making her shudder as they pinched and twisted her hard, sensitive nipples, it didn't take a while for Shawn to strip off his clothes. He was a Greek god specimen to behold, with eight abs and his large cock sprouting out like some machine gun.

"Woah. You look so perfect. I didn't know my friend is so handsome." Inna praised Shawn as she scanned him from head to toe. Shawn was wearing a black tuxedo with a black bowtie. His brown quiffed hairstyle made his look more gorgeous. Shawn looked at himself at Mirror nervously. He didn't understand why his heart was beating fastly. "Do you think I will look good beside her?" Illwoo laughed at his friend's childish question. Seunggi patted on Shawn's shoulder. "You're so childish. Let's go."

Aaron K Langston. “Look Cynthia's sister is here, should I okay the music now?” Shaun asks, he is standing beside him. Aaron nods at him straightening his suit jacket once again. Seeing himself act like a teenager makes him smirk. His mate has that effect on him. her mere presence makes him twitch with want and desire so unbeatable.