Sherryl Woods Books Novels & Stories

Shirley’s POV The school bell finally rings, but it doesn’t bring relief. Not today. Not after everything that happened. I pack my books slowly, hoping everyone else will leave before I do. The whispers, the pointing fingers, the way they looked at me like I was something dirty, it is burned into my memory. But worst of all was Kelly. My best friend. Or at least, the girl I thought was my best friend. Her words echo in my head. “I don’t want to be your friend anymore. Not now. Not ever.”

Emma nodded in return. "You also asked me awhile ago what am I doing here... Well, let me answer that question as well. You see, I want to give this book to the woman who has been on my mind and my heart for the passed two years. I want to make her fall in love with me for real, and not just for reel." Darren explained, while giving Emma hardbound book. Emma gasped softly when she read the title of the book. "My Pretend Girlfriend, Emma." Darren wrote this book for her!

This was normal life now. Later that afternoon, I lay on a wide silk cushion under a flowering tree, reading one of the community’s ancient erotic scrolls. The illustrations were filthy and beautiful — women tangled in endless pleasure. My fingers idly stroked my own clit as I read, lost in the words. A woman with golden hair and a thick strap-on appeared beside me. She didn’t speak. She simply spread my legs, positioned the fat head of her cock at my entrance, and pushed inside me in one smooth thrust.

When they pulled up to Blackwood Industries, the paparazzi were already waiting. Click. Flash. "Is it true you're divorcing the Devil?" "Are you the next victim?" "Did Robert Gray pay you off?" Sherry stepped out in heels sharp enough to slit a throat and a navy blazer that clung to her body like armor. She didn't flinch. She didn't blink. Inside, whispers danced down the halls like fire. "Contract wife..." "CEO's sex puppet..." "She's leaving..." "She's staying..." "Dead girl walking"

However, Sheryl wasn’t so perceptive, she ran over to Grandma Walter sobbing loudly “Grandma Walter, you have to be my judge. I … I … have been wronged. I … I … how … how can it be like this?” “Hush…. Hush…” Grandma Walter patted her back trying to coax her. “Grandma Walter, you promised.” Sheryl sobbed as she buried her head in Grandma Walter’s bosom “You have to give me justice.” “That’s right. You can’t sleep and not take responsibility, can you?” Darcy hooked his eyebrows towards Silas. “NO…” Both Silas and Sheryl screamed at the same time. Neither wanted to be with the other. Sheryl’s aim was always Chris. She couldn’t believe that her wait and schemes for all these years was futile.

Shelly pulled me inside, leaving Aubrey standing by the door. After going through the different sections, Shelly finally got three books that she found fascinating. I only bought one book ‘Midnight Sun’ by Trish Cook. It was released back in 2017 but Shelly told me that she never got to read it. Some of her friends did tell her though that it was a good read so I bought it. The outline was what caught my eyes. It did seem interesting. Shelly made me promise to lend her the book once I was done reading it. I promised but in return, she had to let me borrow some of the books she already had at home.

Something was disturbing her and I needed to know what it was. "Hey, you know you can talk to me, right?" She nodded and stared at my face. She slowly crawled to the backseat using the space from the front. I stared at her from the rearview driver's window and she didn't break eye contact with me. I smirked. "What do you want, you crazy lady?" Slowly she took off her shirt and I was watching from the glass while still driving. Thank God the windows are all tinted. "You know how crazy we used to be, right? How would we have sex at every given time? I miss that.. I miss having you slut me out and treating me like a whore, your whore.. Now, you have become rather soft.. Too soft."