Sherry Williamson Novels & Stories

"Huh, should it seem as if they were killed by a serial killers? No too dark." Even though it wasn't her first kill, it felt different. The sensation that rushed through her spine when his blood splattered on her left cheek was exhilarating. The unrelated lives she took in her previous line of work never made her feel anything, no remorse, no closure, nothing. But she was now different, sort of reborn, driven by a vengeful thirst for blood. She was now Qiao Mo, the secretary to the President of of the Wushi Cooperation, and she was running late for work.

Tom added. Even if Willow refused to help, Tom himself could lend Sherry and Cecilia a hand. "What are you thinking about, Madam Lynch? Is something holding you back?" Miranda asked when she saw the faraway look in Sherry's eyes. "I-I won't be joining you," Sherry said as she came back to reality. "Why not? Is it because you can't bear to leave Churron?" Miranda asked. "Cecilia's in her last year in high school. This is a crucial year for her. Her studies will be greatly affected if she leaves Churron. Let's wait until she finishes her studies first," Sherry said.

“She might not love you but she would never do something like that.” “Do you think I cheated on her?” Allen scoffed. “What would I gain from having a mistress? My parents would kill me but she…she has all the right to do that.” “Enough all of you.” Old Grandpa shouted. “I will handle this but until then this matter stays in this room, until then prepare for the big day.” “What big day?” A voice shouted from behind. It was one of the shareholders of The Rodriguez's group. “I hope you do not plan on making her the chairman of the company after her infidelity.”

I am skeptical of her gift. The woman doesn’t like me, why would she possibly give me a gift? “Oh I love presents,” Nova chuckles, showing just how ecstatic she was. A familiar young woman comes to Lana’s side. “You’ve met Shelly before. One of our kitchen maids?” Lana tries to refresh my memory. I nodded. When I was first brought to the compound she was the one who wheeled in a tray of food for Will and I. She bows her head to me. I bow back.

Marks pov I shifted to the back of my cell nervously; It took a lot to make me nervous but the dark look she got on her face was making me shiver. How could a woman that's so beautiful look so deadly all of a sudden? I asked myself and looked over at Raven to see if he felt the same as me. He was standing with his arms crossed over his chest and a smirk on his face; oh he was loving this side of her. I wanted to facepalm myself, because off course he would love it, stupid Russian loves torturing bad people and the sadist in him was loving this. I shook my head and gazed back over to her when more people filled the outside of the cells, this wasn't going to end well. She just kept standing th

The shimmer of gold was dusted along her sides and over her hips. Like an invitation to take her. Zier realized how irresistible this woman was. Impossibly seductive. He suspected this image of her bowing and thrusting and riding his length while he stroked into her center would be forever branded into his brain. She was pushing herself down against him. Hard. Making him ram deeper into her. So far in, he thought he might hurt her. Then he realized it. She wants hurt. He’d never seen a woman so wild with passion and he was certain that there was far more going on here than he could understand.

Sheryl was momentarily stunned before she stuttered, "H-He's my friend!" "A friend?" Shawn repeated. "She was my fiancee a few seconds ago, but we're no longer engaged as of this moment. We're just normal friends," I declared loudly. "Good. You still have your wits about you," Shawn said, nodding. Sheryl was extremely nervous. Her face had twisted into an upset expression, not understanding what Shawn was talking about. So, she simply nodded and said, "It's nice to meet you, Mr. Goldman. I'm Sheryl Wilson from Peak Corporation. I've contacted your assistant before. I—"

I was about talking when Anita came over. "Hmm...What's going on here?" she asked Lexy putting her hand on lexy's shoulder. "Kelsi here is the daughter of our maid that was sent out of the house last month...." Lexy replied her, looking at me with disgust, ".... And she had the guts to lie to me, telling me her dad is abroad overseeing his business there" I felt ashamed of myself that moment. "Wait! What?" Now the whispering coming frim every corner was getting louder, some of the class mate were covering their mouth in shock, including Anita.

The company opens the door to a bigger opportunity. In the police cell, Sheila knew it was the end for her and she feared she would be forced to spill the bean which she didn't want to. It was not over yet. There is still more to come. She can't allow this to happen. She closed her eyes and remembered the first day she had met Mr Adam Shawn. She fell in love with him, but he had eyes for Brenda. Irrespective of how things went, she had the chance to be with him. It was just sad that the relationship never lasted. Thanks to Brenda's big mouth, she was forced to kill the only man she loved. She shut her eyes and tears rolled down her face.

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.