Sherry Williamson Novels & Stories

I promise and simmer down on the power of domination I was projecting onto him. “The same applies to you all! We are no longer in the Era of the ancient war. Times change Alpha’s, it’s about time we catch up,” I snap, for all their ears. Turning, I glide over to my seat at the head of the table and sit down. They all keep their heads low, their knees on the ground. I wait a long, insufferable minute and say, “you may take your seats.” No one wastes their time doing exactly that. “First, I’ll introduce myself. I am Valerie Carson, Alpha Queen. Selene gave me her blessing, and I challenged my father. Now here we are.… if anyone has a problem following a woman, speak freely.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

She asked. Damian simply nodded. He got out of the car, not letting go of Amelia's hand. Amelia followed Damian without a word. She looks at their hands that were intertwined before feeling herself blush. 'He's still holding it' she thought to herself. Both of them entered a store that seemed extravagant that only serves the top elite. A girl who was wearing a uniform with a pin on her chest that says 'manager', immediately recognizes Damian as she walks towards them. "Good morning. Welcome to our store. You must be Mr. Castillo. I'm the manager and I will be assisting you today" the girl introduced herself with a smile.

Only after they disappeared did the realization hit me fully. I had been laughing — drinking — and casually talking with Mrs.Harrison, one of the wealthiest, most influential women in the country, without knowing who she was. And she had treated me with more warmth in ten minutes than Mrs.Sutton had given me in six years. “Mommy!” I looked up. Finn and Daisy waved wildly from the long, beautifully decorated table near the stage. “Come sit! Come, Mommy!” Finn called. I walked toward them, smiling — but as I approached the empty chair beside Rowan, Clio’s eyes cut toward me like a blade.

She says She looks so beautiful, I have never seen a pretty girl with black hair from my pack One of my maidservants knocks and opens the door "Sorry sir to budge in, they are here" Sha announce "Who, what is she talking about? Dixon Sherry" She says, Fear is written all over her face, her voice laces in confusion "I called some people to have you clean up" I respond to calm her nerves as I touch her face "Like I told you earlier on, I am not here to hurt you. I will keep you safe till you are ready to go"

I notice Will visibly tense as I hold Brian's brown shirt between my fingers. I don't understand his behaviour, but instead of calling it out, I might as well have some fun. I give Brian a smile, making sure to put on a show as I reach down to pull my sweater off slowly. I don't break eye contact as I then pull my white shirt off, exposing my black bra. Brian's grinning at me, watching my every move.

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

A small leather chair sat near the tub, and the assistant gestured for Sherry to sit. Clad in a tight, utilitarian dress that skimmed just above her knees, Sherry sat with a restrained posture, careful not to expose more than necessary. Awkwardly, she lifted her foot, placing it into the cool water, feeling a jolt of unexpected relief. Her skin was roughened from days on the run, calloused and scarred, and the sight embarrassed her, but the assistant remained impassive, a perfect, blank slate as she knelt to scrub Sherry’s foot with professional precision.

I would have left Sherry to her own devices if I knew what was in it for me. But there wasn’t any point in looking back. When I met Kaiser, each time he would provide me with more information and evidence about how Sherry was tortured. I wanted her to suffer no less than what I did, and that was what I got. That billionaire known as Stark Williams was capable of anything to bend Sherry to his will and make her his belonging. While everything that happened to her, would never be traced to me, but instead to her new best friend Shila, who I considered her perceived substitute for me. In time, she would lose more than she ever had.

Samuel smirked and said, "Who are you again? And what gives you the right to disqualify me from the competition?" "I was the organizer of this competition, and my name is Sherry," the blonde beauty introduced herself. Samuel remembered her name. "I didn't bribe the great Haley, you can ask him if you don't believe me. It's unfair to disqualify me with baseless accusations, isn't it?" Sherry thought he was a ten-year-old child and framed him, so he could only accept it silently. Unexpectedly, Samuel, who had been silent, turned out to be so sharp-tongued when he spoke.