Shera Novels & Stories

Jeremy glanced at where she pointed and squinted. "I don't know, I haven't seen her before, but for Locus's bodyguard to stand beside her, meant she was important," Jeremy said thoughtfully, if he could get her partnership with him, then he would also be connected to Herod thereby finally surpassing the Zoric conglomerate and coming out on top. He looked up again and saw the woman leaving with the bodyguard. "Most of you might not know her but she is like a daughter to me. The president of Black Lake groups, Miss Shera Perry."

Gerald asked bewildered. "I heard you intend to follow in my footsteps. You plan to have two wives at the same time," he continued. "But, Ge, as a man with two wives, I suggest you really do it. I see Shelma as a smart woman. She can help you advance your company, just like I made Lunara work in my company. And you can make Ariana, your wife, the woman you love. Just like I love my second wife, Tanisha. Isn't that right?" Sheraz now glanced at the silent woman. The remnants of her arrogance turned into embarrassment.

Everyone’s jaw dropped, and they started whispering to each other that nobody had ever stood up to Lilith before—I was the first person to do it. "I will make sure everyone sees what a monster you really are, Aliya!" Lilith shouted behind me. I spotted a few of my people scattered around the school, pretending to be human. Some of them were easy to recognize. I could smell them from a distance, their scents lingering faintly in the air. The others had probably used that strange thing Samantha told me about to mask their scent. I turned to her, suddenly curious. “What is a phone number?” Samantha glanced at me, confused. “Why are you asking? Do you need a phone?”

Her tears flowed from the pain in her cheeks and buttocks hitting the floor. "bi*ch!" Celia hissed sharply. "I am Luna of this pack and my child is the sole heir of this pack. You are just a cheap little bi*ch who is trying to take what is mine with your cunning methods. You are not worthy of me, so watch your attitude and words in front of me and my child because you have no right to treat us like that!" After Celia finished saying that, she heard familiar footsteps approaching and a wicked smile appeared on Sherly's face.

he commented, glancing at the purple kunijoh in my hand. I raised it with a smile on my face. “Yes, Zelian!” “Xerra, come to our house tomorrow night. There’s a wedding party! Bring Shahrae along!” I heard Oleifa’s voice in the midst of the throng of people going to and fro. I looked over my shoulder and saw her fat being. I couldn’t possibly miss her. She was one of those unique Aryans who had a fat body. It wasn’t because she ate a lot of food just like people do on Earth, according to my father, but she often willed that she’d look that way so that she’d be distinguished more easily. Usually, Aryans willed to make themselves unique in appearance. That is why most Aryans were good-looking.

I grabbed a magazine and waited for him to come out. But of course, I was left disappointed and frustrated again. Jesus Everloving Christ. ━━━━━━ CAMERON'S P.O.V Jesus Everloving Christ. Shayla shook her head, stretching slightly and I didn't miss how her long inky curls bounced off of her waist -- I was spotting all of it through the window mid-stairs.

she shouted excitedly. A girl walks towards them, dressed in a uniform for salesladies. She showed a professional smile and bowed to them. "Good afternoon, may I ask what you are looking for so I can assist you," the girl said. "Oh we're just looking for clothes for babies," Tara said. "May I ask how many months old the baby is?" The girl asks in a businesslike manner. Amelia reflexively held her flat stomach, "The baby's not born yet" she said and a gentle smile formed in her lips.

She thanked him and walked towards her University. Shera noticed she was still limping, it meant that her injury had not healed yet. Shera's eyes became moist after seeing her today, as she was resembling her parents quite too much..... her looks reminded him of Mr. Devebro Samrat. Shera could feel the loneliness and pain in her eyes. He was feeling sorry that she had to go through so much in his absence. He wanted to go and hug her, shower her with love, tell her that his Uncle shera is alive and she won't have to worry about anything until he was there, but he cou

That’s so trivial but still sad; well, in a way. The girl cleared her throat. “Sorry about that. I love trophies, too, but I just hate cleaning. Hmp! I’ll email daddy later for what they’ve made me do.” Hera sniggered as they walked inside the elevator. She’d never thought the girl would make her feel comfortable, for once, having some company. “I’m Shiera, by the way.” Shiera winked. “I’m in HUMSS B-2, Code 3.” She didn’t get it, but she nodded anyway.

I tapped explore and the first thing that came to my mind to search for was Faryah. She was using Faryah Mustapha Edwards now. She was easy to find. She didn't have any posts and her followers weren't that bad. 10k. Cool. I looked at the photos she was tagged in and my heart sank as I looked at her pictures in African wears. She was so beautiful. There were different photos here, with she and her family and my daughter. My Najmah. There were some with the Khalifa guy, their pictures pained my body, heart and soul. No one could deny that they honestly looked very good together and here I was on the side-line.