Novel & Cerita Sheila Beastars

Some lady spelled out with her head held up high. I noticed her features as she walked towards me. Her hair was dark just like mine, skin, milky. With her red lips and beautiful posture. Dominance. A woman who knew her worth. I could feel the power she emanated at each step. “Who is she?” I squeezed out, taking caution not to talk without inquiring. “Lady Ada, the potential Queen for the beast. She is known for her solidity and firmness in character,” Cassandra rushed by my side, whispering.

"I want you to change this cat's name. Or do you prefer your big boss or your superior to fire a brat like you?" "Waiter? Me? Are you drunk?" "Am I wrong?" Crystal looked away, arrogantly patting Xander on the shoulder. "Do not think that I do not know. Even if you dress up like a rich billionaire, I can still remember that you were that lowly waitress who served me at the Bag O'Shrimp restaurant in New York, or the bartender at the Casino—" Crystal stuttered, realizing that she had given too much of information. Shit. The one who had met this man was Amber Kimberly, the red-haired beauty — not Crystal Leonidas. "Anyway, you are still a lowly servant!"

She beamed. "Then you should thank the heavens." Louisa furrowed her brows. "When did you become his fan? I feel betrayed!" She wrapped her arms around her shoulders. "Promise me that you won't be so obsessive like those girls over there." Sheila looked at the girls standing at the front gate, some had started crying as their friends tried soothing them, while others stormed away with blazing anger, or rather seething and cursing at themselves. "I am not like them," Sheila said. "I'm different."

Chuckling, Elder Sand said, “Indeed, someone chosen by the Lord cannot be ordinary. To think she would breakthrough at this time. What a fascinating specimen.” Indeed, Kylie who was a 1 Star Beastman had broken through and was now a 2 Stars Beastman!

Liam shifted his gaze from one person to the next, trying to gauge their intentions. “Well, well, well,” said the blonde woman, a hint of amusement in her tone. “Look who’s finally decided to join us.” The blonde woman's name was Sheila, also known as the queen of the underworld. She was a ruthless and fearsome mafia boss, she was one of the few women who ran a mafia. "Are you the boss?" Liam asked, stoically. "Yes." Sheila replied in a tone devoid of any emotion, locking eyes with him. "Liam Danvers right?" She asked, maintaining her serious expressions. It was her serious attitude and ruthlessness that made her a feared mafia queen.

"Hehe sorry." I turn my attention back to Damian. "She said you are a demon." I step away from him. "But yet you don't act like one. Yes your eyes change color but you don't try to harm anyone or kill them. You haven't stolen any souls either… as far as I know. And your aura isn't dark either like a demon's would be. We're going to need some help with this." I head into my work room and set the herbs down as I grab a piece of paper and an envelope. I dip my feather in the ink and start to write a letter to my close friend's Bella and Casey. Bella is a Psychic Siren and Casey is a Cosmic Warlock. If anyone knows anything about what Damian could be, it's them. I finish up the letter and put it

"You think because you're a beast now I'm afraid of you. Darling, you are still that narrow-minded girl that was easy to kidnap because no one would miss your existence. You are nothing compared to what I am." She spoke about beasts and monsters yet she couldn't see it. That your appearance didn't make you monstrous it was actions and to me, she was the biggest monster I knew. "Well I was wondering who the bitch was we caught last night," Dominque smiled as she walked up to the cell. I could smell wolfsbane coming off her strongly. "Can I be the one to kill her?" "No one is killing her," Liam said and Dominque folded her arms as she waited for him to provide a reason as to why.

In the movies I have watched, parties always look fun. Suddenly I can feel that we are being watched or rather I am being watched. And there they are, the Rosemont sisters standing before us. They each have their trays with them and unlike Ella, Phoebe and I they aren't wearing boots but rather matching red bottom heels. Everything about them is matching really. Well except for the color of their hair but the length of it is the same which is very long by the way. It's almost creepy how everyone about them is the same but I guess that's why everyone calls them the Rosemont weirdos.

The ache shot through her body. They wore her a fresh piece of silk; it clung to her hips, her breasts, and her shoulders — not a single male hand touched it. “The Beast doesn’t like his food spoiled,” one of the Woundmaidens muttered under her breath. The others said nothing—they weren’t meant to speak. Another young girl approached, her face gaunt as she carried a small bone comb and a pot of kohl. Without meeting Kaerith’s eyes, she began to work the comb on her hair with steam and water.

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.”