Shawn Dudley Novels & Stories

Sebastian put the photo away and said to Rowan and Arran, "I'll take this photo. From now on, the Sanguis Cult must never set foot in Dramon again!" "Yes, my lord!" the two of them answered and watched as Sebastian walked off into the distance. … Meanwhile, in the suburbs of Draepolis, in an estate that sprawled over a thousand hectares, Dudley was toying with a pair of steel balls. He was the current head of the Yeoman family. His eyes gleamed as he gazed out into the limitless, starry sky. "Dad, who were you talking to on the phone? I thought I heard you mention Alyssa's marriage?" a middle-aged man asked nervously. He had a square face and was dressed in a black suit, and he stared fixedl

In the darkest of times, I found the light of my life. After two long months, she's not a dream; she's real. -Unknown. |N I C O L A S| "I've found something," Shawn said, rising from my solitude, I turned to look at him. He held his laptop in hand, but his gaze was fixed on me. "Cillian Vader," he uttered a name I had never heard before. I had no idea how this person related to Zyra's case.

' “Declan Shaw, Instructor of Stealth, Evasion, and Tracking.” Instructor Shaw is lean and wiry—looks like he’s built out of old leather and scars. Shaggy salt-and-pepper hair, constant five-o’clock shadow. Bright green eyes that crinkle at the edges with laugh lines. He’s got the energy of someone who’s seen it all and will make sure you suffer for every mistake. 'He looks less scary. Which means he’s probably the worst of them all.' “Orion Vale, Instructor of Physical Conditioning.”

"Miss Jenner, I'll take you there. My cousin is very quiet. He may look tough, but don't worry." "Okay." Zoey thought that she wasn't even afraid of Laurence. She wouldn't be frightened of this man either. The villa had a large and expansive garden. It was very spacious and had lots of flourishing greens. It didn't seem to be occupied by anyone. Zoey followed her and suddenly stopped midway. She thought her eyes deceived her. Shawn stood there in a grey suit. He was over 6 feet tall, and his presence was intimidating enough. With his hands in his pockets, he smiled and spoke in a low, hoarse voice, “Hello, I’m Shawn Zuckman.”

How will Taylor cope with her future mate being a hunter, will Rudy escape and will Daryls fate finally come to light Taylor West

“Well I’m in a relationship, you’re in a relationship, and Lydia is cutting down…as she put it, also our ID’s will work and Danny will be there.” “Danny? Since when are we friends with Danny?” Jordan demanded pulling into the car park and parking in an available spot. “We’re not, but he’s best friends with Jackson, Jackson dated Lydia and Lydia and him got close…look he’ll be there! It’s somewhere close as well, stop complaining,” Shawn argued slapping his arm before getting out. Jordan was content and satisfied when they got a table and he got his second coffee of the day. Shawn was a hungry animal when he got his breakfast and dug in like he’d been starved. His fingers itched around his ce

"I’m Chen. Chen Dankworth. Dean, you really don’t remember me?" Shawn stood at the foot of the bed; his brow furrowed deeply. His expression was a complex mix of disappointment, confusion, and a hint of embarrassment. Unlike Damon and Chen, he didn’t step any closer; instead, he remained slightly farther away, his voice hoarse. "Dean, I’m Shawn. Shawn Hansley."

Maybe, I really didn’t have any. He was silent for a while. “Honestly Brielle, I don’t know. I truly don’t. All I know is, I just do.” We seemed lost in each other’s eyes, and then he tore his eyes away from mine and pulled back, letting me go. “Can I have the keys now?” I sighed and handed them to him. ****** We got to the hospital and were informed that Shawn had been stabilised and was currently undergoing his dialysis treatment. Dylan had been surprised. “Dialysis?” He had asked and the kind doctor had explained to him that his old man had end stage kidney failure which required dialysis at least three to four times in a week.

Shawn let out a slight frown and didn't say anything, knowing it was useless to argue with his friend when he was in this mood. "Alright, Your Highness, what seems to be the matter that required my immediate presence?" Gerald asked, feigning exasperation. Shawn's expression finally turned serious as he folded the newspaper and kept it aside. He leaned back in his chair, and then crossed his arms, sighing dramatically. “I need a new round of full-blown investigation into all of Dyson’s activities. There must be a way to take him down,” he said with a cold look in his eyes.

A man in a cheap, faded suit stood there, gaunt and haggard, holding up his auction paddle with trembling hands. It was Shawn. What was he even doing here? I hadn't seen him in six months, but he looked as if every drop of life had been drained from him. He had aged at least a decade. Rumor had it that he had taken a job as a delivery driver, but within days, he had gotten into a fight with a customer and was detained.