Sherry Thomas Books Mga Nobela at Kwento

We’re just so happy for you," Thomas chimed in, his deep voice filled with paternal warmth. Sherry swallowed hard, guilt clawing at her throat. She plastered a smile onto her face even though they couldn't see it. "Everything’s great. It's... beautiful here," she managed. "We can't believe it," Margo gushed. "That arrogant, brooding billionaire was tamed by love! "And he treats you like a queen!" Thomas chuckled. "Guess he finally met his match, huh?" "Yeah..." Sherry forced out, her chest tightening. "He's... been wonderful." Their unadulterated glee at the thought of her being adored and sliced sharper than any razor ever could have done normally.

Someone muttered, "Isn't Thomas married?" Lily sneered. "So she's a serial homewrecker! Got used up by some married man and now she's looking for Rob to play daddy!" I gritted my teeth so hard it hurt. "I am not a mistress. My name is Sherry Knight, and Rob Balmer got down on one knee to marry me!" But no one was listening. They were all sneering at me. "She's pretty enough, but she had to go and throw herself at a taken man."

After she was done with her meal, Sherry hesitated, her breath catching in her throat as she peered into the dimly lit bathroom. The absence of a proper door sent a shiver of apprehension coursing through her. This was no ordinary sanctuary; it was a place that could easily become a stage for shame if the master of the house chose to enter unannounced. She still bore the vivid memories of her previous days—stripped bare, exposed alongside other Captives, all subjected to the whims of those who viewed them as mere possessions.

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my church is running right, and we hope to get a huge sum at the end of the month so we provide food and toiletries and other stuff to the various charity homes in the city to support them. Again, we hope to get a huge sum at the end of this month”, the receptionist pointed out. “Okay, Madam Receptionist, “HUGE SUM” I get it. I’m sure you’ll get there but this is all I have.” Shirley went ahead and slipped the cash into the tiny hole. ”Now let’s get down to my business here!” “No wait! Before that I just want to say, I dig your hair and your scarf. One would think you dyed your hair but then your eyebrows and lashes say differently.You look weird amazingly and beautifully” Shirley squinted

The kind of night where alliances are made, and sometimes broken. I'd planned to go alone. But that changed the moment I noticed the book in Shirley's tote bag. It was an old edition of Founders at War—a notoriously dense text about startup strategy, market shifts, and Silicon Valley history. Most people couldn't get through the first chapter. But Shirley had sticky notes on almost every page. This—this was the Shirley I remembered. The one who used to challenge assumptions. The one who used to dream. So when we were on the way to a meeting that afternoon, I turned to her.

she uttered. “Come on Anna, let’s forget about the past. Come back to the company and work with me, I am employing you back as the assistant chief editor, you will no longer need my approval to publish any books and your work on the Mafia will reach even more audiences with the help of our platform,” he offered.

After what were some very intimidating moments of shuffling through his belongings Ryan came to a conclusion, " Nothing missing here as well. " Josh too declared that everything was intact after another five or ten minites later. Sherry, however was going on and on through the pages of the books on Ryan's shelf. " Sherry , come on. Let it be. You must have misplaced your stuffs somewhere. Get out this... " " There was someone here. " Sherry suddenly announced. " What makes you so sure? How do you know? " Ryan asked, taking slow steps towards her. " I know because you made me arrange and rearrange your books like what, a couple of dozen pf times? "

Evelyn, the administrator asked. Sherry frowned when she heard this, it was true that she didn't attend the flower class last semester because she found the class boring and she thought it is only for girls who wants to marry into a rich family, she is not interested in getting married or fall in love with someone so she doesn't really need it, her plan after making enough money was to travel to another country and settle down there then employ a surrogate and after she get pregnant. She will pay him off. "Yes, i found it boring" Sherry said truthfully, she was a straightforward person and when she doesn't like something she will say it immediately without bothering to pretend that she likes

She wondered, briefly, how things stood between them now. Pushing the thought aside, Sharon continued toward Thomas's office. He wasn't at his desk, but the sound of running water drifted from the bathroom. He was showering. Sharon decided to wait. She had only been here once before—the day she arranged the office for him. Work had kept her too busy to visit since. Her eyes swept the room. The layout hadn't changed, but the bookshelf was now filled with books she hadn't seen before. Curious, she pulled out a few and flipped through them. They were written in various languages—some she recognized, some she didn't.