Shelly Windbreaker Novels & Stories

"She's a light drinker." ~~~~* The atmosphere was chilly. The wind howled ceaselessly while the trees danced lightly to the rhythm of the wind. The sky was covered in a blanket of fog. Shelly stepped out of the bathroom, shivering under the chilly wind and trying not to make her teeth chatter. "This weather is cold as fuck!" Shelly exclaimed loudly stepping into a black long trouser. Kiara snickered, "Fuck isn't so cold as this blasted weather." Cindy rolled her eyes at them. "You both are full of shit."

“Hey Sabrina, you're not going to believe what I stumbled upon. It's something that will absolutely make Michael's jaw drop when he sees you in it,” Shelly exclaims with a mischievous grin, her eyes gleaming with playful intent. Intrigued, I swivel around to face her and notice her standing there, eyebrows dancing with excitement, as she dangles a rather risqué outfit in front of me. Calling it an outfit might be a bit of a stretch considering it's barely enough fabric to cover anything. The garment in question is a striking, bright pink, see-through lingerie piece, and if that weren’t enough, it also features a crotchless design.

"Who cares about what you wear? You don't even know Mr. White's classic designs. We're not even in the same league." The strong scent of perfume wafting through the air unmistakably signaled the presence of Shelly, who was adorned from head to toe in branded attire. The outfit she wore was familiar—it was the one purchased at the fashion show yesterday! Even the ill-fitting shoes were unmistakable. Shelly's feet were a size 6, yet she somehow squeezed them into a pair of size 5! Shelly slowly walked toward Mia and linked arms with her. "Let's go inside, Monalize. There's no point wasting time with someone like this."

"Who cares about what you wear? You don't even know Mr. White's classic designs. We're not even in the same league." The strong scent of perfume wafting through the air unmistakably signaled the presence of Shelly, who was adorned from head to toe in branded attire. The outfit she wore was familiar—it was the one purchased at the fashion show yesterday! Even the ill-fitting shoes were unmistakable. Shelly's feet were a size 6, yet she somehow squeezed them into a pair of size 5! Shelly slowly walked toward Mia and linked arms with her. "Let's go inside, Monalize. There's no point wasting time with someone like this."

Shelly’s POV: Step one in my audacious quest to seduce my stepbrother: choosing the perfect outfit. As I dive into the depths of my closet, a treasure trove of fabrics and colors, my heart races with anticipation. My fingers brush against various textures until I stumble upon a stunning ensemble that feels just right—a beautiful off-the-shoulder, short-sleeve v-neck blouse in an enchanting shade of rich green. It dances with the light and complements my skin tone flawlessly, making me feel both elegant and daring.

Whitney slid the bracelet off her wrist, a precious heirloom of the Jones family that Tessa had clasped on her the day she became one of them. With a flick of her wrist, she sent it crashing to the floor. The sound echoed sharply in the silence. Bracelet skittered across the tiles, its sparkle pale and lifeless in the moonlight. She did not look back, even as Colton's voice, filled with disbelief, called out to her. She had barely set foot inside her house when the door slammed open. Colton stormed in, his suit soaked, his hair dripping, a clear sign he had come after her without a second thought. He was out of breath, his eyes a whirlpool of anger and fear.

She laughed loudly, but Adel didn’t find it pleasing. She also had a great figure. “Just put on the shawl,” Marcel muttered to his daughter. He knew Shelby wouldn’t let the topic go, so Lylah had no choice but to throw the transparent shawl over her shoulders, covering her chest. “Look who just showed up,” Alice mouthed to Shelby as she sipped her drink. At the entrance were the Martins. Judy Martins, being herself, definitely outdid herself. She wore a long sleeve gown ending just above her ankles, the fabric was top notch and embroidered with black pearls, and she held her hair in a tight bun, using a diamond pin to clip it.

So I quickly uncovered my face and turned to see who had entered when I noticed Shelly standing few metres away from the door - wearing a pinkish silky play pant with its matching armless top which did little to hide her chocolate flat tummy. "Are you okay Liam" Shelly asked in a low voice with her bre*st galloping gently as she approached and sat next to me me on the bed. Her nightwear was undeniably seducing, even with the way her ni*ples protruded lightly - revealing their tempting shape through the silky top she was wearing. I was suddenly engulfed by a lustful flame the moment I fixed my eyes on Shelly's -- so strong I doubted if I could resist! All i needed now was some sort of distrac

Just like everything else between us—too damaged to ever be perfect again. Outside the door, the chatter of the human girls floated in. “Today, Gwen’s making strawberry cake—we better hurry down for a seat!” “This dress is so pretty. Expensive stuff really is different.” “Hey, where did you get this hairpin?” “These shoes look amazing on me, right?” Shawn frowned and turned toward the sound. Through the doorway, he saw Shelly twirling in a long pink dress—the one he had bought in Italy for Clara. A gift for their one-month anniversary.

Three minutes later, she spotted Shaun waiting on the field. There were four people altogether — three men and one woman. Shelley, who did not stand out in the crowd previously, was now wearing a set of Fendi clothes from the latest spring line. She looked decent and elegant, as if she had transformed from a peasant into a princess. Shelley and Shaun were standing in front of the barbecue grill side by side while Rodney chatted happily around them. On the other hand, Chester was holding a wine glass with a smile. What a harmonious scene.