Shawn Dudley Novels & Stories

Is he looking at me? Why does his voice sound familiar? Wait! Is this Eric? My ex who gave me a ‘DBoaT’(Dumbest Breakup of all Time) Is that why he used Shawn as an excuse to breakup with me? Couldn’t think of a name other than his fake hidden musical name!? Geez babe you are being paranoid (rolling eyes right now) Then he inhaled and exhaled as he screamed “I am ShawnLama!” And immediately his song blasted the speakers as the crowd went wild with screams and so many comments on how his physique looks yummy up close. People wondering who he is… Probably the son of DonJazzy or John Legend..

Claude pulled out a dagger, and with a swift flick of his right hand, he slashed Wyatt's throat. Blood splattered onto the ground. Wyatt died on the spot. "Bury him," Claude instructed. "Yes, Mr. Hudson!" A few of his men tossed Wyatt's body into the pit and quickly filled it. Shawn, who sat on the side, had been pretending to be calm the whole time. He thought Cassian was just trying to scare him. But after he saw Wyatt getting killed, he finally grew fearful. "Help! Somebody! Help!" Shawn screamed at the top of his lungs.

Luis sat down on the sofa with Derry and started narrating in detail everything that happened to Mr Shawn. "So, while with the military, Mr Shawn was involved in an accident and Mr Mingle was the one who helped him. But he didn't just help him; he wiped his memory. You remember Mr Shawn went on a trip and went off social media after," Luis narrated and Derry nodded following the story.

"Mr. Lane? You mean the new business star, Shaun Lane?" Cyril had heard of Shaun's name. The business world was small, and someone like Shaun—who had taken his company public in just three years—was rare. Most people had heard of him, one way or another. Halsey nodded. "Yes, that's him." Cyril looked puzzled. "But you didn't know Mr. Lane before this. Why would he help you?" Halsey didn't want to hide the truth from her parents. "Actually… Shaun is Dwight."

"I'm Shawn Dyxon Tate, but in the biz world, they call me Cato Alter. I'm the big shot at DT Investment. How about ditching this joint and coming home with me?" Flashback to six months ago: Shawn wakes up post-anesthesia, and the first thing on his mind is Ivy. Despite her fixing him up, Ivy kept dodging him. No meetups, not even after he's back on his feet. Shawn's desperate, fulfilled his promise to crush the Alter group, and DT Investment gobbled them up.

"Yes Mr. Houston, I will carry out your orders." "Remember, don't let your secret out because I won't hesitate to eliminate you if you get caught." "Mr. Houston, I ill do as I'm told." After the call was disconnected, Fred returned to the hall. He hobbled around and looked for Diana, hoping she would treat his shattered foot. Unfortunately Diana wasn't there. Diana had left with Alpha Darren. Fred became even more agitated. He even stopped one of the waiters to take a few beers directly. "Mr. Houston?"

“Are you kidding me? If I’m not wrong, you were one of the guys who assisted the tech team. Is it that you have remembrance issues or miss your old job as a techie?” “Shawn, please be respectful. Are you out of your senses, or is it the coffee that’s adding spice to your tongue? You and I both know if we hadn’t gotten to know each other, I’d probably be in Singapore this morning signing a deal with Revsy—the same company you wrote a dang partnership application for but got rejected. So don’t forget: underneath this smile is a famous, renowned, and rich billionaire you don’t wanna mess with.” I couldn’t blame Darlington for reacting that way. The way Shawn behaved with him was so unacceptable

This made her mother frown; she tried to persuade her, keeping her voice almost at a whisper: "Won't you go and check on him? Maybe he is under the weather." "Check on him?" Cindy could not help but chuckle at her mother's suggestion. She went in to explain, her words forming: "He is Shane Dallas, thirty-four years of age, and a CEO of one of the biggest multinational companies in the world. He isn't a baby, mom."

As the tall and slender Shaun stood on the court after putting on the jersey, his handsome features immediately made the women in the audience excited. “No.3 is super handsome.” “You saw him too? He’s tall and handsome. I want a boyfriend like that.” “Hey, don’t you think he looks like the former wealthiest man, Shaun Hill?” “Why would Shaun Hill participate in this kind of organization-based competition? He looks twenty-one at the oldest.” “Shush. Ahh, holy cr*p… He dared to shoot the ball from so far away… It went in… Amazing.” “It’s enough that he’s handsome, but his ball-handling skills are first class too. Is he trying to make us drool?”