Shelly Crane Author Novels & Stories

Sabrina’s POV “Shelly” “Shelly” “Shelly” The whole room bursts into cheers, hoots, and hollers as Shelly comes down from her first keg stand of the night. She lands back on her feet with the grace of a seasoned gymnast, and the room erupts once more into a thunderous roar of approval, admiration, and a sprinkle of envy. That’s my best friend, everyone—wild and unapologetically herself, that's Shelly Rivera. She’s the embodiment of “I don’t give a damn” if you ask me.

One of Damon’s favorite theories, Anne recalled, was that the Mourner’s Cradle had been a graveyard. Why had he been so captivated by it? Shouldn’t the Mourner’s Cradle be something more than just a graveyard? Shouldn’t there be something besides this pit of bones and the silence that filled it? She didn’t know. She remembered the camera and reached into her pockets for it, but was stunned to find it in pieces, destroyed by the fall. Anne paced. She studied the walls, the areas where the ceiling dipped lower and where the higher reaches extended up toward the light of the surface. Below, from among the pit’s many, many bones, a vacant skull grinned up at her.

Think about something, make up something, Enola. Me: Mr Crane, I am not talking about you, I am talking about someone else. Crane: Who is someone else? Last time I checked, I have a letter C tattooed on my arm. That was in your essay. F^ck! I am screwed. Me: Mr Crane, I can explain...It's not what you think. Crane: Oh, it is exactly what I think it is. I am coming over to you so that you can explain to me. I will let you know how I explore, because my ways of exploring are more than what you can ever imagine.

i-shirley 24 Shirley parked her car a few meters from the crime scene and just looked. She knew everyone was waiting for her to throw more light on what had happened; the local police waiting to wrap everything up, the corona was waiting to transport the body for an autopsy, and the press waiting impatiently to get the story or a statement at the very least. The press might have been the reason she got held up in the car, but that wasn’t all. She couldn’t get herself to walk in the building and look at the bloody scene. The angel of death had a habit of making every subsequent murder more unbearable than the previous one. They thought killing a baby was the last line the bastard would, but n

Shane's hold loosens slightly, and he smiles. "Good. I'd hate to have to kill anyone who got the chance to touch you before I did." Out of all the bunnies, I'm the shyest and quietest. However, I feel like shoving Shane onto the air mattress and having my way with him. Maybe soon, but not while there are so many witnesses. _________________ Bram's P.O.V. I don't like working with incompetent wolf packs, but I need men. It's time those damn bunnies are killed once and for all. Everyone thinks they're a bunch of sweethearts, but I know the truth.

A wave of horror washed over her, but she forced herself to keep watching. As the video played on, Emma's eyes widened in shock at the gruesome scene before her. As she delved deeper into the article, a revelation struck Emma. The words of investigative journalists, who had tirelessly pursued the truth of the murder, shook her to her core. But despite their unrelenting efforts, no direct accusations were made. Instead, the article boldly stated a chilling fact that sent shivers down her spine. " Sheryl Jones, the late and talented private investigator, had been delving into the lives of the upper echelon of society. This included powerful entities like the Maddox empire, the Cruinz multinati

Hi there, everyone. This is Shreya Sengupta, the author of this book, Healing Mr. Brown. Firstly, I would like to thank you all for reading and investing so much time in this book. Honestly, I know this is not the best work out there and this is definitely not my best work.

Chandra, the Citadel's leader, looked down from his impressive height and surveyed Shrushaw with polite interest. "I am so sorry to bother you this late at night, Mage. I have come on an urgent business matter." "Please come in," Chandra motioned her inside the room. "Would you care for some tea? I have just made a fresh pot." "Yes, please," Shrushaw replied, figuring the mage would be easier to deal with if he were relaxed. She walked quickly across the impressive rugs that covered the floor and took a seat in front of Mage Chandra's desk.