Shiloh: A Novels & Stories

she moaned. A heaviness swept over him when he saw tears escaping from the corners of her eyes. She was weeping for him in her sleep. Somehow, she’d rejected his explanation of being a shadow walker and was convinced he was dead. It was then that he realized the impact of him having Wilma place her next to his mundane body would have on her when she awoke. He closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. Things weren’t going the way he’d hoped at all. He needed a new game plan.

I was bleeding badly, but I still managed to shove Irene away and limp toward the door. Nolan was already there when I staggered outside. His eyes turned bloodshot the second he saw me. Instead of helping me, he shoved me to the ground. "How could you be this heartless?" he shouted. "Why didn't you bring your sister out?" He dashed into the burning house. I blacked out due to severe smoke inhalation. I woke up to blinding agony. Someone was cutting skin from my thigh and face. Nolan's gentle voice cut through the pain as he spoke. "People online are saying Irene slept around with different men. They're saying she started the fire after her promiscuity was exposed."

He looked like a man who had finally found a reason to stop running. "I will help her," Malachi said. His voice had lost its tremor. "But you must stay in the circle, Reaper. If you move, the Shackle will flare. The clash of your anchor and her power will stop her heart. You have to be her ground while I purge the rot." Sloane did not argue. He sheathed his silver blade and knelt by the straw pallet. His hands hovered over Elena's glowing frame. "Do it, old man." His voice was low. "But if she screams, I am taking your head."

"SHIN!" Shireen was not a woman who was easily seduced by the tricks of the men. Shireen is a woman who is loyal to her partner. No matter how many times David asked her to have a fling, but Shireen's heart was still strong with Redric. Shireen really loves Redric, and vice versa.

I somehow found myself reading back this book to try and get myself back into the story to get the motivation to write more of the sequel and it was shocking how many times I cringed reading this book back! I do forget that I finished Shy when I was 16 years old. Six years on, I think it's finally time to rewrite and update this book so I can read it without cringing so horribly at 16 year old me. I hope by rewriting this it will get me back into the story and I can continue to write more updates for Defeated. In the meantime, enjoy the rewritten version of Shy called 'Shy (Rewritten)'! It will be updated bit by bit and will not be uploaded all at once! But I hope you like it!

Pull the trigger or leave him barely alive to set an example for the people who were still looking for her. "How do you know me? I know you're like me, trained not to speak when held captive or tortured but if you know my name, then you know me, and you know why they called me Adolph's Shadow, don't you?" His Adam's Apple moved up and down as he gulped from the fear she inflicted with that sentence and those dreadful eyes. He could still feel the aftermath of the punch she landed below his chest before sending him sprawling on the floor. "As expected of the Hian Hoshi clan, to be able to produce such a fine gifted weapon as you must have made them proud and esteemed."

Ten-year-old Rhett Grimfang glared at me. I was just about to turn and leave when the hem of my gown became stuck at the corner of the table, tearing it open with a loud rip. "You scheming she-wolf! That was the dress my mother loved most!" Rhett's eyes were red as he stared at me with hatred. "Rhett… you're lying. Sylvia loved gowns inlaid with moonstone crystals. How could she possibly have cherished this plain, old white dress?"

"Mr. and Mrs. Fairfield, I'm sorry! I love Michelle with all my heart! I really hope that she can come back to me! I'm willing to exchange my life for hers! "What's the use of having a third-class merit? I just want Michelle to be back!"

"Tell me, what will it take for you to reciprocate my affections?" His words hung in the air, and I found myself torn between being honest and sparing his feelings. Taking a deep breath, I mustered the courage to respond. "I will await the Shadowboom Unveiling to make my decision," I said softly, concealing the truth that his pride and pretentiousness repelled me. Stone-heart's eyes narrowed, his face contorting with a volatile mix of frustration and wounded pride. "Regardless of who the Moongoddess chooses as your mate," he vowed, his voice laced with determination, "no one will ever reach my ankle."

It was an audio recording from the hospital solarium. Jillian clicked play. The static hissed, and then Victoria’s elegant, cruel voice echoed through the high-end desktop speakers: "You will look Jillian Michaels in the eye and tell her a lie so brutal, so ugly, that she will never want to see your face again... Shatter her heart so completely that she accepts the Vanguard marriage without looking back." Then, Clara’s voice broke through the static—fractured, weeping, and completely undone: "No... I won't do it. I won't do that to her."