Sheila Beastars Novels & Stories

she said quickly, hung up, and blurted, "You fucking bitch!" "You love it," Essence teased, as she sucked Sheila's clit into her mouth. A few seconds later, Sheila was coming all over her roomie's pretty black face. "I never said I don't," Sheila grinned. "But you're still a bitch." "Then sit up and eat yourself some bitch chocolate," Essence grinned back. She stood up, and once Sheila sat up, Essence pulled her face into her pussy. "Mmmmm," Sheila purred, as she began lapping up her favourite snack.

Why is it that everyone is so afraid of him? "Ok, you can trust me" Someone knocked on the door after a few minutes. "Please come in." And she walked in. She appeared to be in her early forties, with boy cut hair. She was dressed nicely in a Banarasi Sari. She was tall and had a model's figure. Her eyes were moist, possibly from crying. I've never seen her before. "Hello, my name is Anika, and I'm guessing you're Shreya." she stated

The elders nodded but the fear remained in their eyes as they watched their King slowly slip away and the unholy monster begin to take his place. Jessebelle raised her well trimmed eyebrow and asked, "Who is her?" her face turned down in a frown. The king sighed, having no patience for the vexing woman beside him. And all of a sudden, like a wave it hit him... The sensation of his mates blood being drawn. Any control he had of his beast was gone as in the next few seconds he had trasformed completely with low growl. The elders all stood up and stepped back as the beast ran through the room and out of the meeting hall. Jessebelle stood up her eyes wide with fear and confusion before her knees

But losing to someone who was his exact opposite—sharp where Henry was warm, unpredictable where Henry was disciplined—must’ve burned like hell. I barely had time to breathe before someone’s shadow stretched over me. Three girls. The famous ones. The pretty ones. The ones who looked like they were carved out of I*******m filters and glitter. Jessica. Mara. Ally. Queen Bees of the “you don’t belong here” club. Jessica crossed her arms, looking me up and down like I was a stain on the ice. “Why was Henry hugging you?” My mouth dried. Here we go. “He wasn’t hugging me,” I lied, gripping the clipboard tighter. “He was just—”

I screamed, pouring all my strength og preventing him from taking off my clothes. “Beast, you say?” Keeran growled. “I’ll show you exactly what the beast looked like,” he added, and smirked, and before I could even blink, he ripped my shorts off, leaving me with my panties on. "No! Please! No, I have a mate, please don't do this!" I begged, all my courage had suddenly vanished seeing he’s capable of ripping my clothes effortlessly, even if I protest. Keeran growled, pushing me into the bed. The hand they as clinging to the headboard has now on my clothes, trying desperately to hold onto them despite knowing it’ll be futile. I held my hands up, trying to stop him again. This made him even ang

It didn’t take a minute before it turned its back and started walking away. How creepy… Was that person stalking us? But why? Does it have to do something with our organization? “Surprise!” I almost jumped out of surprise when Sheila appeared behind us. She was showing off the purple cocktail dress she was wearing. “What do you think?” she asked and gasped when she looked at me. “Wow, Minerva. You look like a goddess! Are you Ms. Universe or something?” I just nodded and smiled, even though at the back of my mind, I was still thinking about the figure.

“Well, if it isn’t the smelly wolf making a scene again.” A tall, curvaceous woman with glossy black hair and blood-red nails stepped out from the growing crowd. Sheila. She looked me up and down with open disgust while everyone watched. “Causing drama and embarrassing yourself in front of the entire pack. How pathetic.” My cheeks burned as more wolves turned to stare. Whispers rippled through the crowd. Sheila’s gaze shifted past me and landed on Ryker. A cruel smile spread across her face. She sauntered over to him, slid her arms around his neck, and pulled him into a deep, full kiss right on the lips.

Ian’s personal shadows and the two most irritating people in the SilverCrest Pack. They were carrying Sheila—the cheerleader queen—between them. She was draped across their arms, wearing what used to be a dress but was now mostly just suggestions. “You just stepped on my glasses!” I said irritably. Zane looked down at me like he’d just noticed a stain on the floor. “Oh. The Muteblood. Watch where you stand, You’re in the way. It’s kind of your whole thing.” Sheila lifted her head from Rhys’s shoulder and traced a finger along his pierced brow, her eyes sultry and curious. “Is it true you have another one of these somewhere else?” She tugged her bottom lip between her teeth. “I wanna see.”

Sheila said sarcastically. "What do you mean? Fill me in. What did she do?" Lyla asked curiously. "She gave James the medication, he used to drug his wife. Well, she was desperate to confirm the true identity of the person she was living with as her Aunty Nora. Now rumour has it that, Victoria lost the baby and James and Victoria's marriage is facing a divorce threat. Luis doesn't know this and I am sure she doesn't want him to know," Sheila said laughing.