Shelby Pryor Novels & Stories

It's like she's in a trance. “Shelby, what are you doing here?” I ask She doesn't respond. She just keeps looking ahead. She walks straight to the sword. “You won't be able to get it out,” I say. “it's stuck. It's...” I'm filled with jealousy as Shelby pulls the sword out easily. I can't believe it. I thought I was supposed to be the destined one. But maybe she's been the destined one all along. Shelby’s engulfed by a purple glow that flows through her veins, making her look otherworldly.

Also, Kyle has a favorite idea, but Keisley doesn't. George's nodded his head, even if he's in shock, as he processed Sherly's revelation. Well, it is normal for Scorpio to throw bombs, but Shelby is different from her. However, both of them are the same person. He couldn't believe that Sherly had endured such abuse, let alone that she had orchestrated it herself. Indeed, it is no wonder why Sherly is at the top of the food chain in the underworld. She is the epitome of a woman's power. "Sherly, why would you do that?" he asked, his voice tinged with disbelief.

She looked away from me as tears fell from her eyes. “I’m sorry, I really didn’t know that things were going to reach this point. The last thing that I would have expected…” “You can save your apology for a different time,” I said, stopping her. Her killing her pack members was something, her knowing that her father was up there, probably dead or dying was another thing, but the fact that she not only cost me more pack members than I could think of, and Elijah being at a huge risk was a complete different other thing that I wasn’t going to discuss right now. “You thank that child that is inside your stomach, because believe me, I would have killed you if not for him. As for your heroic move,

Directly ahead of us, towards the back of the clearing, Gray, Bo and Cordelia are standing just outside of Gray's tent, respectfully the biggest in the camp. Grayson and Bo are Iselyn and my fathers younger brothers. And even though Grayson is the youngest of the three, it was he who took over as Alpha when my father died. Usually it doesn't work that way. Usually that title and responsibility would go to the eldest. But the situation in this case was… complicated. Because it was Grayson who killed him.

Self-defense is not just a set of techniques; it’s a state of mind, and it begins with the belief that YOU are worth defending. – Rorion Gracie Shelby thought that Neo was an idiot. Not with business. He was good with business. And he knew how to keep his clients and employees happy. They had never made it that far, but she was certain that he knew how to keep a woman happy. And this is why she thought that he was an idiot.

Eric's nose burst, blood dripping as he spat, "Who do you think you are? She was just an accessory. I could do whatever I wanted." Shelby didn't even flinch. He pulled out his phone, voice like ice. "Call the cops. Prep the legal files. I'm making sure they both pay." The cops showed up fast. Took them both away. Shelby didn't stop moving—cleaned up the mess himself, then drove out to a quiet chapel on the edge of town. He dropped to his knees in the front pew. Head down. Hands locked. He whispered the same thing over and over.

“Of course. But, I’m not going to ignore a prophecy. I couldn’t even if I wanted to. It’s bound to happen, one way or another.” “But this isn’t even clear, this has left room for interpretation and different outcomes.” “I chose the positive one,” he said. See, suffocating. “And what is this… She-Shifter?” “Easy… you are the first woman Shifter.”

She could not possibly throw those perks away. Randall said in a solemn voice, “Never say never.” Sierra gave it a thought before saying, “Come to think of it, Paige and I aren’t good enough for Chris. Many elite women like him anyway. That reminds me, do you know Shelly Shepard?” Randall nodded. “Yes, I do.” Although he had not met her before, he had heard things about her. Shelly was a renowned heiress of the Shepards. She had great looks and was highly intelligent, an elite among women.

Shirley sat at the other side of the apartment, silently and attentively watching the horrific scene. She’d been completely lost in thought for several minutes that she didn’t realize that all her colleagues had cleared the room. The strong vibration from her ringing phone made her snap right out of it. She took a hesitant look around the room and then realized shortly after that she was alone. She chuckled. Shirley: Hey! Thanks for bringing me back. Everyone else left without notice. Ackermann: Wait… Huh? Shirley: Oh, never mind. What’s up? Ackermann: Well, I just woke up and, heard the news… He really killed a baby…? Shirley: Hmph… We need to put an end to this. I want to say “before this

She could see through her own hands, her skin turning to red mist, particles floating toward the Palace. "Hold on to me!" Sloane roared. His arms locked around her waist. He pulled her against his chest, one hand crushing hers against his wrist, the other wrapped around her back. The wind clashed with the gold of the Shackle. The two powers shrieked against each other, a war of blood against divinity. For a heartbeat, the forest vanished. Elena saw her bedroom. The silk sheets. The silver vials on the nightstand. The High Priest's face, twisted in concentration, his lips moving around words she could not hear.