Shawn From Long Way Down Novels & Stories

After shooting an icy glare Shawn's way, he started to leave. "What's the matter? Trying to run because you're guilty?" Shawn called out. He stood in Cassian's way, blocking his path, before saying to the crowd, "Hey, everyone. Let me fill you in on a shocking secret!" As soon as Cassian heard the word "secret", he knew what Shawn was about to say. "Don't push it, Shawn!" Sneering, Shawn hollered, "Listen up, everyone. This nursing assistant here is actually a bastard who grew up without a father!"

Aliya Shawn was released from the hospital yesterday. So far he has been doing well. I think one of the omegas might be his mate. She has been making extra sure that he is taken care of. I did ask Claire and she said that the girl with turn 18 next week. I think she is starting to feel the bond. I think Shawn feels it as well. He is constantly flirting with her. She is a cute little thing compared to Shawn's 6’2 or so height. Brayden has called a meeting so we can find out if Shawn can tell us any more about what those assholes are up to. Brayden even has the girl, Nessie, here with us. I can tell that she is extremely nervous.

It was just possible that they’d had too much champagne. Maybe. Just putting it out there as a hypothesis. A while later, after their discussion, Shawn came strolling up to us with the self-satisfied saunter of a man who has successfully parted several people from their not-terribly-hard-earned money for a good cause. He was accompanied by two other guys, one tall and sandy-haired in a rumpled suit, his square jaw and slight belly making him look like a jock gone to seed. The other one: —was Dave.

"What's wrong, Sunny?" A pair of leather shoes entered my field of vision. They were very expensive ones, the kind that didn't belong on this old, rundown street. "How many more years do you plan on hiding, Sela Wheatley?" I looked up and locked eyes with Shawn. He looked different from the man I remembered. He'd lost a lot of weight, making his clothes hang loosely on his frame. Stubble covered his jaw, and his eyes were completely bloodshot. "Why did you leave without saying goodbye?"

Relax, you're the one they want, not me," Shawn replied. He walked closer to the road until he was able to get a good view. From where he stood, he saw some of the underlings who had followed him and Queen. They were about eight, and he saw the two men they had caught with their hands tied behind. Since it was the outskirts of the city, the roads were deserted, and there were only a few cars passing. He recognized some of the underlings since he had earlier seen them at Anthony Baltimore's house in Panama. So, he walked back to Queen and said, "It's safe, we can go." They crossed the road and went to the other side. Queen stared at the two underlings and asked, "Why? Why did you take the ris

Shawn spoke slightly croaky, wanting to get it out all at once while struggling to breathe under the lingering Peakash. However, looking around, he realized everyone was still out, including his mate, Aubrianne, and Jada, nowhere in sight. But he could tell they were all safely back at the manor. Shawn leaped off the bed, staggering under the effects of the Peakash. He made it over to Kirrah on the next bed and caressed her face tenderly, "Kirrah? Baby, honey, wake up." He cooed and peppered hurried kisses on her forehead.

Tobias answered. Shawn was silent for a minute as his mind began to join some dots. He smiled and said, "Now look at that; what a coincidence." "Do you know her?" Tobias asked. Shawn got into his car, put on the ignition, and replied, "Let's just say our paths crossed a long time ago."

Moonlight ~ Ali Gratie Shane was the devils incarnate, and it wasn’t the muscles, the fat cock, or the broad shoulders that did it for me. Although those things were very much appreciated. It was the luscious black locks, obsidian eyes, and lips wet from my kiss. Only moments before had I been trying not to cry out in pain as I sneaked between his thighs, but my body forgot that little tidbit as soon as it knew he wanted me again.

“We’ll see about that, Donnelly. Go get my plan book. You have twenty-four hours to do so. I warn you again, do not try to act or play smart. My men are everywhere around you. Your room is wired and we hear everything and see too. The same goes for your office, car, and every other place you might go into. Don't test me. Don't involve the police. Let's not have a fair trade.” “Fair trade?” Shawn scoffed. “Untie me and let's see what fairness looks like.” One of Justin Xane’s men held out a gun from behind of Shawn and just when I screamed, “SHAWN!” It was too late. The gun hit him hard on the skull and Shawn passed out. The men went ahead to drag him out of view and my crying pitch heightene

“Go on. Finlay is one of them. I could only assume the rest, but I’d like to be indulged. Who are with Finlay? Anybody from the beach?” “No,” a voice said from upstairs. A figure trudged down the carpeted steps, revealing himself in the dim light. It was Dr. Shawn. He wore only a pair of crumpled black pants torn in places. Gashes and bruises marred his muscular chest and abs. His amputated shoulder was fully bandaged; it hid the bloody damage beneath. “They’re all dead,” he said. Rico was the first to shoot to his feet. Clenching his fists, he stormed toward Dr. Shawn, stopping just a meter from him.