Sherryl Woods Series Novels & Stories

“I can’t keep quiet about someone.” “Who?” he inquired. “Well, he doesn’t know. It’s about Selena Sylvia. She’s not as innocent as he believes. She orchestrated your meeting. She took a chance, and it paid off.” Sensing she may have said too much, she quickly added, “Of course, I don’t want to tarnish her reputation, but I’m telling the truth. Dylan, please don’t be angry. If you wish, I can be your secret lover.” Sherry’s lips were inches away from his, and she whispered, “Dylan, I’ve fallen for you at first sight. I know that you have a fondness for Selena Sylvia; however, this does not prevent me from developing feelings for you.”

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.

My lips parted, and in a barely audible whisper, I asked, "She... She died?" Ate Yolly gave a firm, rigid nod. "My mother uncovered the Sison family’s darkest secrets, the details of their crime syndicate. She was planning to flee and report them, but she never got the chance. Archie's parents murdered her. I took this job and entered this house for one reason only: revenge. I am not a prisoner here, Raegan. I locked myself in this living hell purely to execute justice for my mother." My hand instinctively reached out to hold hers as I watched her entire frame shake with repressed fury. The eyes that were usually filled with maternal warmth were now completely icy and venomous.

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.

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.

Andy could feel himself blushing and hoped that no one would notice in the dimly lit room. “Fine, if you want to be all business about this,” Sherry said, taking another sip of her drink before she continued. “I let my dog, Baby, out in the backyard and was sitting on the back porch enjoying the evening as he played. Pretty soon, I saw this…, thing moving around in the trees like it was watching us or something.” She paused and asked, “Would either of you like something to drink?” “No, thank you, Sherry,” Annie answered.

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.