Sheila Beastars Novels & Stories

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

"Oh, and there is Jasmine! The gold digging night bartender. Give me a discount next time!" Andrew stopped talking, and he turned sharply to the boy who had spoken. He was one of the basktball players, a famous bad boy in school named Ian. He started to move, just as Jasmine held him in place, shaking her head. "Don't." He said nothing and started to settle back in when Ian yelled again. "What are you gonna do, pretty boy? Tell me how she tasted down there?" Andrew stood, slightly hitting his desk out of the way.

"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.

And from the shadows, someone stepped into the circle. She looked about my age, with dark hair braided tight, eyes sharp with ancient weight. She wore ceremonial robes—white and silver, etched with runes I didn’t recognize. Her presence was unfamiliar… and yet not. Because deep inside me, something stirred. Recognition. She bowed her head slightly. “My name is Caelia. In your past life, I was your first intended mate. The one your family promised you to, before Sofia.” I took a step back. “I don’t remember you.”

The dining hall is similar to the one that was in the painting I threatened to torch, only slightly less wide. It is a long room with a very high ceiling and no pillars. The lighting in the room comes from numerous lamps that burn so bright everything in the large room is visible to you no matter where you are standing in it. Its high walls are adorned by paintings of all kinds similar in style and feel to the aforementioned one but of vastly different subject matters. There’s one of a war ship and another of a garrison. There is a large portrait of a pale woman staring judgingly at me and another of a really cute baby right next to it. Then there’s the paintings of beasts, some I recognize,

the driver asked. “In the Light Bar,” Aisha responded. She thinks she might go to the bar and need a drink to forget what happened a while ago. “I will fucking kill that girl with your husband, Aisha! I will fucking kill her! How are they making you cry, and that asshole! How dare he hurts you?!” Kai—her wolf, was understandably more aggressive than usual. Aisha held onto her chest; she could still hear the loud beating of her heart; Kai was about to go and take over her body, “Calm down, Kai. I settled that already; keep quiet,”

'' Mischa asked kindly. Mischa rushed upstairs, then a few moments later came down carrying a young girl. Anindira's eyes sparkled when she saw a petite girl not very different from her. She was the first woman Anindira had seen in this WORLD OF BEASTS. A petite girl with long caramel-colored hair with clear hazel eyes. She should have been a beautiful girl with a sharp jawline that looked strong and firm. Her forehead, cheekbones, and jawline were almost the same width. It was a shame that her white skin was dry and looked dull. Her long hair was also sticky and oily, almost matted.

Then she saw Prince Raban walk out of the wing too. Sheila’s heart leapt with evil delight. “So, Ayla couldn’t satisfy him after all,” she thought. “The beast in him is awake again. The goddess must be on my side today.” She hurried off, her mind dancing with plans. “Soon, he will come back to me,” she whispered. “He will beg to come back to my bed.” ******** Sheila reached Ayla’s clinic, her eyes glinting with wickedness. But she walked in slowly, pretending to be weak and sick.

Shelia's POV I tripped again as a huge bruise formed on my ankle, dragging myself up I heaved a sigh of frustration as my ankle felt suddenly numb. In her past life,she and Penelope were friends by circumstance, but Penelope was part of the rouge wolf that Stella sold off to clubs, she was bought by a wealthy zeta wolf,who had fought in many battles but his back had never touched the ground,he was greedy and always taking advantage of young females, bringing them to clubs to be abused by other disgusting males, but the castle couldn't do anything about it, because if how strong in battle he was and because of this she developed a strong hatred towards the castle and everyone in it, except he

Her eyes shone with something sickly. “See, here’s the thing, Damon.” She trailed her fingers over my bruised jaw, and I forced myself not to flinch. “You’ve been a pain in our side for a long time. So, when Sheila asked me how we could get rid of you permanently, I had a brilliant idea.” “What idea?” i sneered and i wtacged as Sheila and Mirena smirked. Sheila turned to me, “Well, i am so sick of being weak, Damon. Yes i am a criminal mastermind, and temptingly beautiful Queen who has many guards under her fingertips, but that isnt just enough for me.” she sighed.