Shera Novels & Stories

she curses “Yes shit. That thing is fucking high. You'll die either way" She shakes her head and turns towards the camera, My men are almost down. “Get the bedsheets in your room. We're going down”.

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

I am the daughter of Alpha Shell from the Scarlet Pack and my mother is a Moors princess! Sherizad batted her eyelids at fifty bats per second. Ryan could not help but feel a little something knock at the gates of his icy heart. Love was in the air.

She said smiling. "I don't know what to say." "Why did you take a knife with you." Am not going to act foolishly and start trusting anyone again. "In case any drunk perverted man tries anything funny with me."I said laughing. "Isn't it inconvenient."she asked. "Sometimes." "I just use a pepper spray ."She said showing me The can. "I might forget how to spray but with the knife its easier." "That's true." "By the way what's your name,Am Christian."She said.

"I'm looking forward to seeing you tomorrow, Scarlett." His shadow left the room as silently as the still night, his existence remaining unnoticed. It would have been so if it weren't for the fact that Leaxandra remains conscious all this time. With the unknown shadow already out of the place, the Luna's eyes snapped open while her heart couldn't have pounded more vigorously as though surviving from death itself. ******

The woman following Qemal was none other than Sherah, his mother and Yafe's second wife. She was a little over forty years old but still in great shape and looked about ten years younger. She was wearing a beautiful dress, which brought out her elegance. Sherah stormed over to Celena and barked at her, "How dare you show your face here, Celena? You've been picking on Qemal for as long as I can remember. I know you hate me for marrying your father, but why are you taking it out on poor Qemal? It's your own fault you humiliated your family and got yourself banished, not Qemal's! How dare you show up here and order your lackey to b

She challenged me. “Sure.” I smiled giving her hand and she held my hand shaking it. “Deal.” She returned the smile. “Get ready to quit your business.” I held her hand tightly squeezing it. Her small and soft hands under my rock-hard like big hands. Cute though. “Now let me see my sister.” She requested me. “Wait, what’s the rush? Her name is Evelyn Garcia, right?” I inquired. “What? What do you mean?” “Her name is Evelyn Garcia right?”

Golden curls cascaded down her back in perfect waves, framing a face that could easily belong to a supermodel, she had a sharp cheekbones, full lips painted a deep, sultry red and wore an emerald-green bodycon dress that clung to her curves with gold stilettos that looked expensive enough to feed an entire village. Her energy was vibrant, loud, and full of life, until her sharp blue eyes landed on me. Then, everything turned cold. "You must be Serena," she confirmed as her tone was as smooth as honey but with a bite underneath as She walked closer, "I’ve heard so much about you." I cleared my throat and shrugged. "Funny. I can’t say the same about you." A slow smirk curled her lips. "Oh, whe

Dangerous. Sheira Page, Ayah’s childhood best friend and a famous commercial model and product endorser, leaned against the marble counter, arms crossed, jaw tight. Her blonde waves fell over one shoulder like she was modeling a product, but her narrowed eyes were anything but composed. She had been late to her grandfather’s party. “That bitch did it on purpose,” Sheira snapped, watching Ayah pace the room barefoot. “I don’t care what anyone says. You don’t accidentally pour an entire glass of water on someone’s chest and then blink like a confused puppy.”

Sheri teased. Sheri and Lisa worked together and were good friends, all the more amazing since they had so little in common. Sheri was a computer programmer, Lisa was in recruiting. Sheri was tall and lean, Lisa was short and voluptuous. Sheri, dark and tanned, had long brunette hair. Lisa was very fair and had shoulder length platinum blond hair with a wild purple streak in the front. Sheri was from a western cattle ranch, Lisa, was a mid-west city girl. Sheri was elegant, Lisa was arrogant. Yet somehow they were best of friends.