Shelby Pryor Novels & Stories

Faye said, "Get some rest and think about what you want to do. You can tell me tomorrow. Don't worry, I'm pretty capable. I'll get it done for you." Shelby nodded hard, her expression grateful. Faye smiled and returned to her room. Yet she found it hard to fall asleep with how angry she was. Shelby's fate was far too pitiful, and Faye was even considering tracking down that bastard to teach him a lesson. The night slowly darkened. Shelby tossed and turned in bed and could not sleep, her expression solemn. A long while later, she took a deep breath and walked out of her room. She came to Wilbur's room, slowly twisting the doorknob open.

He connected to Tanya instead. “Yes, sir?” “Tanya, I need Celia Taylor of Maddox Communications on the phone.” Celia stepped out of the elevator and was met with a cheerful hello from Shelby, the receptionist for Maddox Communications. Shelby was young and friendly. She also had superb organization skills and a memory like a steel trap. Which made her a perfect asset. But more importantly, she knew everything about everyone at Maddox. There wasn’t a piece of juicy gossip floating around that Shelby didn’t know, and she didn’t mind sharing it. Celia found it useful to keep in the know. Never again would she be caught off guard like she’d been in her last job.

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 said carefully. "Shelby! Surprise me," Blair said having coffee when the girl did her pedicure. She was talking about Fia... spending hours on her skin and hair she was now all... ready... "Okay, girls... hang in there... the Shelby magic is happening! And..." Shelby the manager of the salon said excitedly. As soon as she turned the chair of Fia, Blair and Sierra had a smirk on their faces watching her. 'Oh, my, my!" Blair said grinning.

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.

“ Jasmine? My Jasmine? She went to a ladies’ night?” “Yes. I dare say she even enjoyed it.” I gave a non-committal shrug. “Interesting. She’s usually more of a loner.” “How about we go ahead and get you registered?” Shelby grinned. “I have five sisters, and a little brother. I get it.” “There are seven of you?” Sage asked. “See, you’re not so bad at math,” I teased, earning a snarl. A little girl walked in and tugged on Shelby’s shirt. “Mrs. Shelby, I’m not feeling so good today. Would it be okay if I called my dad to come and get me?”

he says as he pulls me by my waist, and lifts my chin with his index, placing a soft kiss on my lips. His touch always causes sparks on my skin, making a blush creep up on my cheeks as I look into his eyes. I can't help but smile. "Tyler Slate...my favorite Primord of all time." gosh, even her voice is beautiful. I can hear a growl in my head while I try to keep myself composed. He turns towards her voice, undoing our hug and stepping forward towards her, "Hope... My Goddess, look at you? You look just as beautiful as ever. How are you?" he says as he engulfs her in a hug. The gesture fills me with both anger and resentment for some reason.

She looked like she had finally conquered the world. A knock at the door drew her attention away from the mirror. Gathering up her long maid of honor dress in her fist, Ellie moved to the door and opened it slightly to peek out, making sure it wasn't Carl or that he couldn't accidentally see in. Shelby was very superstitious. "Hello Luna," Butch, Shelby's dad, said. "The priest said to let Shel know we'll be ready in five minutes–if she's ready." "She's ready," Ellie said.

I grabbed him by the shirt and looked up at him. "I don't want anyone but Sierra. I want her to know how deeply sorry I am. I know I hurt her, and I hate myself for it. I love her so much that I can't bear the thought of losing her. Aria is my daughter, how can she grow up without a father?" He forcefully removed my hands from his shirt. "Aria was your daughter in the past, but now she is Dean's daughter in the present. You should go start a new life with Alex and forget about Sierra. You lost, and there's no way you can win her back."

I can’t help but smile, knowing that my Beta and best friend is concerned for my safety, despite my being out here with Raul, Dax, Tasha, Channing, Bree, Conan, Theo, Blake and Serafina. “Don’t worry about me. I’ve got some of the most badass wolves around out here with me.” I say, smiling in our mind link. “Are things okay at the pack house?” “Yeah, Zella and Asher are on top of monitoring our patrols and keeping everyone calm here. And Jacob took Delta Lupita with him to the houses to keep an eye on things over there.” Lupita is Jacob’s mate and a tough-as-nails fighter. In fact, had Dax not been interested in the Lead Warrior position with our pack, Lupita would have been my next choice.