Sheila Beastars Novels & Stories

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.

That the world was crammed with so much more than she or any normal person understood. Rising from the bed, Dhara quietly moved away and found herself standing in front of the dressing table. She saw herself wearing an extra-large t-shirt as a nightdress and noticed her dark hair piled up on top of her head, making her look even messier than she felt inside. But that was not what she was trying to look at. What she was trying to see was what made her special. Zaydan said that she was the healer the packs around the world had been looking for. And if what he said was true—she couldn’t help but believe him now despite their differences—then was it possible that she was actually who he said she

"Listen up, class! Mr. Zane Atlantis here is going to be your new teacher. He is a professor, and I hope you will be able to lean from him." "Oh, he can teach me all night!" A girl suddenly yelled and Mrs. James rolled her eyes. She looked like she had been expecting the reaction, as the rest of the girls giggled, a few just staring at him like they were watching prey. Alpha Zane said nothing and the woman spoke up again. "Detention, Bonnie. Now for the rest of you, I would like you to behave. You do not want to give Zane the impression that all of you are some kind of starved little girls now, will you?"

"Be careful, Ma." She nodded, offering him another reassuring smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. Then, she pushed the door open and stepped out into the cold night air. All eyes were on her, watching her as if she were a movie. The henchmen, their faces unreadable, stared at her with a disturbing indifference. Ximena stood tall, her head held high. She wore a scarlet dress, a boldly short one that barely covered her flawless thighs.

**** *Sheila Gates* Sheila and Cassie walked side by side, their animated conversation carrying them away from the bustling cafeteria. Sheila, with her striking auburn hair and piercing grey eyes, was known for her vivacious personality. Cassie, on the other hand, was a picture of grace with her elegant box braids and warm demeanor, her doe-like eyes always observant. As they navigated the busy hallway, Sheila couldn't help but bring up the topic that had been on her mind all week.

I did everything to be a good friend, only to be treated as my so-called best friend’s scapegoat. When her husband found cigarette ash in their house, she claimed I was the one smoking. When she snuck off for a private rendezvous with her lover, she told him she was celebrating my birthday. And when she got pregnant, she pinned the blame on me again, declaring I was consumed with jealousy—that I had spiked her drink and hired someone to violate her. Enraged, her husband marched to my doorstep wielding a blade and hacked me to death. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the exact day she had asked me to cover for her affair.

Sheila accepted his hand with a grin. "I am Sheila James, the daughter of the beta of the King." Sheila introduced herself. "That's why my wolf submitted to you. Are you also a beta female?" asked Jared to me. I lost my words. Should I tell him who I am? What if he feels afraid of me and rejects me?