Sherryl Woods Series Novels & Stories

Vikki said, bothered by her daughter's current behavior. "Tell Axel, I will visit him anytime soon," Sherry replied casually. "OK. I'll tell him." Vikki looked at the driver. "Let's go!" "Copy, Madam." The driver started the engine and drove the car towards the gate. After the vehicle was gone from her sight, Sherry went back to the mansion and returned to the bedroom. She entered the bathroom and took a quick shower. After showering, she picked up the fantasy adventure book that she ordered online and went downstairs to read the book beside the pool. When she arrived at the pool, she settled on the sun lounger and began reading the book.

I asked. Ate Yolly's hands froze, the medicine-soaked cotton ball hovering just above my cut. I could see the heavy hesitation weighing on her, but as she looked down at my broken form, she let out a long sigh and offered a small, bittersweet smile. "My mother used to work for Sir Archie's family," she confessed. She couldn't bring herself to meet my eyes, and a cold dread immediately settled in my stomach. "My father passed away a long time ago, so my mother was the sole provider. She took a job as a live-in housekeeper for the Sison family," she revealed.

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.

"Selene Woods. Age: 19, gender; female. Daughter to the deceased Mr Ashley and Whitney Woods. State after accident; Critical. Date and time of accident recorded; half past nine on the twenty- fourth of July, 2014.” - The detective paused. I felt a strange chill, a thin veil of sweat covered my body. My hands which had been gripping the stirring wheel tightened, eyes lingering on the traffic lights that had now turned orange. "I also found this amongst the police records. What does Miss Selene have to say about this?" - He added.

She smiled provocatively, sucking the skin of Aleandro's neck. Aleandro was getting more and more excited about drilling deeper into Yuriel's body. .. "Miss Sherry!" Cindy finally caught up with her and pulled Sherly away from the door. "Who...." Sherly gritted her teeth. "That." Cindy looked at her doubtfully. But a sly smile did not escape her lips. In the first place, she didn't have to like Sherly. The woman who was born with a silver spoon in her mouth and snatched a job when she was Aleandro's secretary.

Nail sat up, hearing Sherry's needy moans. I desperately grasped the sheets on the bed and pulled them loose as Sherry continued to lick along my clit. I glanced up and saw Nail moved over and kiss sherry. He stood and mover behind sherry holding his stiff cock in his hand, admiring the two beautiful women exploring each other. Sherry was bent over and Nail slipped his cock into her sweltering fire. I looked up and Sherry's salivating mouth fell open and she smiled devilishly with passion filling her eyes.

The locker room went dead silent. Sheryl gasped, her head snapping back. Ruby stood there, chest breathing hard, her eyes wide as she looked at her own hands, then at the three deep, bleeding gashes running down Sheryl's face. Horror instantly replaced her anger. Ruby stumbled back, clapping her hands over her mouth. 'Oh god. I'm dead.' Sheryl wasn't just known for her beauty; she was infamous for her cruelty. Her she-wolf was vicious, powerful, and utterly dominant.

If Roy sees it, her plans for revenge are ruined. She shakes off the dizzy sensation, hurries back to hide the papers beneath the mattress before she goes to get the door. One stupid swing without checking who it is, leaves her naked before Clyde. “Took you long—” Clyde’s jaw drops, his eyes involuntarily run down Sheryl’s nakedness, from her long pointy breasts, to her long legs, and the soft mound between her thighs. He’s wearing a simple white tee, paired with tight-fitting black faded jeans, so tight that the outline of his cock presses against the fabric, not sparing anyone the imagination.

His face still had a dark expression. “She is born to shine, Caden. Having special powers or not, she is Sheryl Holt, the only daughter of Vanessa Holt. She won her first award of best werewolf archer award at the very young age of 10, and after that, she got this award every year. Apart from that, don’t forget her academic achievements and recently she cleared the first round of the admission competitive exam for Southford University. Do you really think that she is someone who should stay in shadows?” I reminded him about Sheryl’s achievements in a calm manner.

After Dallion had left the room, Sherryl Rain finally stepped out of the bathroom. Looking around, her eyes fell on the fireplace where she added a log of wood and then walked over to stand at the window that faced the other side of the city’s forest edge. The dense greenery stretched across the land, hiding secrets behind its lush calm—relaxing to the eye, yet unnerving to the heart. With Grace, who had taught her the basics—reading, writing, manners—being too busy lately, Sherryl had been stuck in the penthouse suite with nowhere else to go when Dallion wasn’t around.