Sherryl Woods Series Novels & Stories

“Sherry, where are you going?” Chris shouted at Sherry from where he was standing as he watched her walk towards her room on the second floor. Sherry ignored him and quickly made her way to her room to get changed. She was clutching her hand phone in her hand while looking extremely anxious and tensed. “You…You heartless woman!! Don’t you want to meet your best friend? She is suffering right now!” Chris tried to emotionally blackmail her. Sherry stopped at his last statement making Chris almost jump up and down in sense of victory.

I look around but I don't see anything. “They are getting closer, will you follow?” he starts to get demanding a little as I sit looking around for the giggling. “Who's getting closer?” I ask the man. Just as I finish asking the man wraps his arms around me from behind the tree, clamping his hands together, holding me right on the rough bark of the tree. “Let me go!” I yell hoping he would listen. The sound of giggling gets louder as his grass gets tighter. I see a light from a flame appear from behind me lighting up everything in front of me. I can see 3 shadows appear on the wall of the building. They still giggle as they get closer to me. I struggle to break free of the man's grasp but I'

Summer is almost over. After locking my car, I turn around only to freeze. My eyes lock on chocolate brown ones and I gulp as my eyes glide over her clothes. Does she live here? There's no way. She gives me a small wave before heading inside. The house is right across the street from me. She's right across the fucking street! Melany Reecher lives right across the fucking street. There's no other explanation. I heard she's a scholarship student so how does she live here? Can today get any more complicated? I angrily open my mailbox and drag the envelopes out of the iron mechanism before stomping inside.

she said. I nodded at her once more and she flashed me a smile before closing the door behind her. I slumped on my bed again with a sigh. My mind was engulfed by the incident in the woods. I had to get out of my mind and focus. The last thing I wanted was for Lauren to notice how lost I am. Today was just my first day in Winstonville and it was more enthralling than it had been in Washington. Maybe moving to this town wasn’t bad after all. I stood up from my bed and headed into the shower.

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."

Let's see how she's doing. The room upstairs reeked of blood and sweat. A dim bedside lamp cast a dull reddish glow, and the air felt thick with despair. Sheryl lay face down on the bed, completely still and naked, breathing shallow and uneven. Her back was marred with raw, bloodied wounds, the marks of repeated lashes tearing through her skin. Eden turned away, unable to bear the sight. He had never liked Sheryl—her arrogance, her sharp tongue—but they had worked together. Seeing her reduced to this state stirred something uneasy in him.

The fiery young woman's face that had first arrived at Blackwood Hall in a maelstrom of passion was not the face that she now saw in fragments of glass. Her cheeks were paler now, her eyes ringed with tiredness, but there was something else too—something the Blackwoods had not managed to put out. A dimly burning flame, smoldering in her eyes. She leaned closer, whispering to the reflection, her voice hoarse but steady: “They didn’t break you. You’re still here.” --- Shayla had just returned from the market following lunch, her arm full of a basket of fruit and bread. To be surprised by her sister dragging herself into the room was a relief.

I've never been more happy to see the woman, she's right on time and absolutely needed by both Adrian and I. “She's not here.” Sheryl grins, her head slanting towards us. “Your Luna is gone, why don't you get in and we could have some drinks together.” Her offer isn't one we pounder over, we both enter quickly, one after the other. I settle in my seat, with Adrian tense next to me. Queen Sheryl pours some whiskey into two glasses that just happen to be sitting there and hands them to us. “You know,” she begins, her hand raising her glass to us before bringing to her lips, chunking it down in one go without so much as flinching “I told you she was broken and you were tainting her even more th

The dress looked exactly like wedding dress, regardless of it black coloring. Shirley took a good look at her surroundings, and it didn’t take long for her to realize where exactly she was. She was surrounded by both thick and slender trees, and a cloud of black smoke in the atmosphere, making the woods really dark and almost impossible to see things from a distance. She got up on her feet and felt her foot sink slightly into the soft ground. She shifted the lower part of her dress aside to get a look at her legs – “What the hell…. How did I get here without any foot wear? How the hell did I walk through this woods barefooted? Most importantly, how the hell did I even get here, and when?” Th