Sherry Williamson Novels & Stories

Lara hesitantly looked at Naomi. "Do you want to continue to audition?" Naomi's eyes darkened. She came here because of Shannon. Since he would not come, she should go back. "Since Shannon won't come, I'll..." "Yo, isn't this Mister Hough’s wife, Naomi?" A female voice sounded. Sherry folded her arms and strutted to Naomi. Naomi's eyes swept over Sherry. Sherry wore a red ancient chivalrous outfit and a long sword at her waist.

She said with a casual smile, “I’m sorry about that. I fell from a stairway some time ago, so my back and leg have not fully healed yet. The doctor has advised me to lay down whenever I can.” Emerence immediately glared at her. Sherry merely chuckled, "Go on, I'm listening." "Sherry, I don’t care that you are the daughter of the Fowlers and the sister of the Master’s wife. You will have to obey my orders now that you are working as a housemaid! You better get up right this moment, or else!” Sherry cocked an eyebrow challengingly, “Or else what? Are you going to hit me?” Emerence grew red with anger, "You... Do you not want to work here?”

But that was hard, seeing as she just sat there looking out of space. Camila Brinx was indeed a fine and beautiful young woman, she was a role model to many girls and women, they aspired to have her calm and collected mindset. I've heard many girls discussing how beautiful she was and how much they admired the way she talked and carried herself. She was indeed remarkable, she has a light six pack and a beautiful hour glassed shape, not to mention her moisturized curly brunette hair.

I say moving forward to hug Lily tight. As we wrap up Luna business that she had to share with me, she heads out to complete some to do lists before she leaves us. Between Colby leaving and Lily getting ready to leave, I am feeling a little overwhelmed with sadness. Needing to shake it off, I decide to take Shelby and go for a run along our borders to patrol with our warriors.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

After realizing Wilbur's betrayal, Matthew ran away overnight to deal with his own powers in the shadows, and now the powers on this side have all been handed over to Sherry. "Uh-huh." Matthew slowly sat up, his face still pale, but in a much better mood. Serena's gaze rested on Sherry, who smelled like sterilized water; she was indeed a doctor, no doubt about it. She's Matthew's man, and it looks like Matthew still has a lot of trust in her? Nathan seemed to see her confusion and hurriedly explained, "Madam, Sherry is the most outstanding young doctor in the international arena, quite accomplished in many aspects, her scalpel not only saves lives but also kills."

“You’re lucky I don’t throw a shoe at your head. And please do not take the money from him. Take it from me, I do not want him paying.” “I’d deserve it,” I said, trailing after her, unable to stop the grin on my face. “And miss, I doubt that you should be taking anything from her. What would they call me? A barbarian or a monster, if I allowed her to be the one to pay while I stood and watched. I'm sorry but I'm a man of class and I'm not going to allow my woman to pay.” “Well, that would require me to be your woman, wouldn't it, Damon?” Sienna sassed. The saleswoman, laughed and looked at the two of us before turning her attention to me.

“This means a lot because I still got stuff to do at home for school. Thank you.” Catherine subtly tried to shake his hand off her. “No problem,” she said, trying her very best not to sound cold. But, god, why was she acting this way? Chester gave her bad vibes, but the back of her head kept telling her that this is something else. That she’s just finding reasons in order to hate Chester. When Chester left and the practice began, Dex and Lyra’s performance raised some eyebrows, including Anita and Catherine’s. Though Dex had warmed up to Lyra, their dancing was a little off beat, and the annoyance was visible on Anita’s face.

The men found this amusing, and their laughter added to the women's shame. Amira ate only to sustain her strength for the goal she had set for herself: to kill her captors . She would not speak to her companions or listen to their fearful wailings. Dala tried to comfort her, but she could not tolerate any kindness and would not even speak to her. Her shame was too great, her bitterness too new. Wisely, Dala gave up for the time being.

I breath out. They all stay silent. I see a look of recognition flash through Cristian's eyes. I cock my head in confusion. He catches my gaze and right as he's about to say something, a larger, older woman came over to us. "Hi I'm Sylvia, I'll be taking care of you today. What can I get for you?" She greets us happily.