Sherry Williamson Novels & Stories

They forcibly took Sherry towards a minibus, and as they pushed her inside, fear gripped her. “What is going on? Is there a misunderstanding?” she pleaded but received no response. “Please, someone tell me what’s happening. Do you want money? I can help. I know Selena Sylvia Johnson, who is very wealthy. Do you know her? She is Dylan Edward’s fiancée, the president of the Dylan Edwards Group.” Someone covered Sherry’s eyes, intensifying her fear and preventing her from seeing anything. Shortly after, someone hooked her out of the car. “Boss, she’s here.”

Gavin quickly said, “Of course, you are his wife. He had told us a long time ago that you have the same rights as him. He didn’t tell us to remove his authority, so...” Dexie hurriedly reported, “Alright, the person I want you to investigate is a woman named Sherry Thompson. She lives on Milton Road. Her ID number is 432XXXXXXXX and the house number is 32.” Luke’s subordinates were very efficient in gathering information. Shortly after ending the call, Dexie made her way to the café.

“Sherry, are you feeling unwell again? How wicked of Titus to torture you like this. I think you should return to the island and get treated as soon as possible. You can come again once you’ve fully recovered. Your brother and Manager Middleton will look after the company.” “I won’t leave until Matthew has been found and I take revenge on Rebecca’s behalf.” Walking in a pair of high heels, Sheryl quickened her pace back to her office to rest. As soon as she started feeling better with her eyes closed, Jeffery walked in with an elegantly suited man. However, the man’s face was slightly scarred and pale. It appeared that he had just recovered from a serious illness. “Hi, Chairwoman Jones. Your

"That's Shirley, by the way. She's consulting with us on UX for the system. Brilliant mind." Their gazes followed. One of them raised an eyebrow. "You always surround yourself with smart people. Keeps you ahead." I just nodded, watching Shirley for a second longer than I meant to. She was standing by the far wall, talking softly to Abby. Her dress was simple but elegant, dark green velvet that brought out the warmth in her eyes. She had a way of making any room feel smaller just by being in it. The host's voice cut through the music. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the man behind tonight's big reveal—William Carter."

When he saw Sherry being welcomed into the house, he asked with a frown. Serena had sent a picture of Sherry to him before. He recognized her at first glance. This girl was around five foot two. She was petite with huge eyes similar to those of a kitten. Her face was round and she had a pointed chin. She was charming in a mischievous way. Sherry had seen Damon's pictures before and had followed gossip about him and two other women online. She thought she was mentally prepared. But seeing him in person made her feel overwhelmed for some reason.

She steps into the entryway, wraps her arms around me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm Shelly." She says, keeping her hands on my back and her large tits crushed against my chest. "And you're gorgeous!" She exclaims, leaning back to look me over, while she keeps her hands on my waist. She's shorter than Cyn, and when I look down at her, all I see are tits. She's wearing a scoop necked top and her huge black tits are barely contained by her lacy black bra.

“Yes, Sandra. He is the reason. You know he handled the whole scandal delicately and advocated me during the dinner at Williamson’s. We are going to organize a charity event for poor women across the country and guess who will be my chaperone?’ I gave her a raised eyes to guess. “Tyler Swift?” She blurted out and I face palmed myself. “Please, come out of your Tyler Swift world, Sandra and no, it’s not your favourite singer but Mrs. Williamson herself. It’s the first time she is offering her voluntary. They have never done it before since they do their own charity work.’ I told her with excitement. She was gaping at me like a fish. What did you just say? Mrs. Williamson, the living symbol of

He assumed that there is probably another artiste that she will manage that he has not been informed yet. "Oh! Aren't you Jay Boone, the newly debuted actor?", A crispy voice asked him. The lady was wearing a peach coloured top and as she stood up, he saw that she was wearing a skirt of the same colour and she looked very professional. " Wow, you look more handsome in person", She said. "You are....", He asked. " Oh! Don't mind me. I'm Cynthia Bradford ", She said.And added, stretching her hand. "I will be your manager starting now", She said.

Slowly, I made my way along the dirt path I’d seen Shane walk through a countless amount of times. When I rounded the corner, I was faced with the servant’s quarters. One of these houses belonged to Shane. I walked and walked until a silhouette in the corner of my eye caused me to pause. She stood in front of a house and I immediately knew who she was without having ever shared a word with her. She was his mirrored image. Her hair was long and her face held his same sharp features. The difference was in the eyes, hers were a piercing gray. Almost like the color of lightning when it struck the earth. The flash before the yellow.

Rosemary shouted. As Chantelle ran out, tears kept coming, no matter how hard Chantelle tried to hold them back. She felt so overwhelmed and alone. How could she possibly get everything done in time? And even if she did, what then? She would still be stuck here, under the thumb of her cruel and controlling relatives. The thought made her feel trapped, like a bird in a cage. She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself. But it was no use. The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs.