Shirley Novels & Stories

“Not after Michael.” Many people would be shocked to hear this coming from Shirley, but not me. She possessed an intense loyalty to her family; a killing spirit when it came to those she deemed close to her. It was this trait, in fact, that first caught my attention, first made me consider bringing her into the fold when she became an adult. She was a lioness. We all heard the engine die, leaving the night silent once more. Shirley was right; it wasn't far away at all, probably only paces from one of the entrances to the maze. The time for discussion had ended.

But she always know her place when it comes to I and Axel, she dare not go beyond her boundaries. Shirley is a dancer; she also has her own crews which are known for the best dance steps, of which she is leader. She is a rival to many, but an enemy to the Triple girl’s crew, they don’t get along one bit, especially with Sophia; they are sworn enemies. “She stole Zel’s cloth, or where else could she get it from” “Cut the crab Shirley, Zel’s name could be written on just any shirt, stop getting worked up, and don’t you dare lay your filthy hands on her again. Let it stick to your brain” I bark, she flinched a bit, but tied to main

Was she upset that the seamstress spoke? “Teyana,” I called her by her name.. She makes eye contact with me for the first time since I entered, revealing a silver eye color. It was unlike anything I’ve ever seen. “I am Sincere.” She lowers her head, giving me a bow before looking over at Lana. Lana stands off to the side of the overly large changing room. I could tell she was annoyed by our interaction. “Do you… like movies?” It was a lame start to a conversation, I know, but so far, this was the only thing I could work with.

Shirley questioned her idol non-stop. Adrian felt troubled. It was clear that Shirley was even more bothersome than Nadine. Adrian said, “Will you please shut up and keep quiet for a while so I can think?” Shirley answered with an “ah.” However, she asked after a while, “What’s your type, sir? Do you like the aloof, cold ones? Gentle, quiet ones? Mischievous? Maybe sexy?” Adrian said, “I like mine alive.” Shirley asked, “What’s your favorite food then? I enjoy lobster and find it delicious. What do you like to eat?”

She would have seriously hated having to replace her brand new brown chiffon knee length halter dress and four-inch heel lace-up sandals. When the transformation was complete, she breathed a sigh of relief. It was so freeing to release her dragon, especially after such a stressful day. Launching herself into the air, Leah reveled in the luxuriating feel of the wind whipping past her scales as she flew towards her destination. While she could have walked to where she was going, it would have taken her more than an hour to get there, whereas flying got her there in no more than twenty minutes. Hazel Drift was pretty large. So, when the war broke out, it was divided into two. Her clan owned thi

Mr Shawn was feeding the baby. "Going somewhere?" asked Mr Shawn. "Yeah, but looking at this sorry sight, I just lost interest," replied Abigail as she walked towards Mr Shawn and took the baby from his arms. "What are you doing?" asked Mr Shawn with a frown. "Helping," replied Abigail. "I am your wife too, forgotten," she added. Mr Shawn sighed and allowed Abigail to take the child from him. "So, what is her name?" asked Abigail. Mr Shawn replied, "Lily, Lily Shawn," he shut his eyes and stopped the tears threatening to fall.

At this moment, Aaron entered. Shirley's gaze was instantly drawn to him. She quickly checked her clothes and makeup and approached Aaron. "Mr. Lewis, I'm Shirley Lowe from Wonderful Electronics. I didn't expect to meet you here today. It's truly an honor." Saying this, Shirley extended her hand to Aaron. Aaron maintained a straight face, faced with her broad smile. With her hand suspended in mid-air, Shirley felt a bit embarrassed. She continued, "Mr. Lewis, did you not bring a companion today? How about I accompany you around?"

Slim I sat next to her on the cliff, handing her a cup of water. Surprisingly, my nerves relaxed as her fingertips unintentionally brushed against mine, and I resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. There was something intriguing about her. She exuded an aura of tranquility wherever she went, and it was slowly affecting me. She smiled at me, but her eyes didn't reflect the same joy. I could tell something was weighing heavily on her mind. "Thanks," she said, her voice shaky with the impact of her thoughts. I could sense her anxiety consuming her.

I grabbed a magazine and waited for him to come out. But of course, I was left disappointed and frustrated again. Jesus Everloving Christ. ━━━━━━ CAMERON'S P.O.V Jesus Everloving Christ. Shayla shook her head, stretching slightly and I didn't miss how her long inky curls bounced off of her waist -- I was spotting all of it through the window mid-stairs.

"I am Alpha Ezekiel, this is the Bloodhound pack. And you are a rouge in my house, surrounded by my warriors, and my pack of 1500 men. You're not the one with the power here, I am. So when I ask a question I except it answered. Now. Who. Are. You?" I clenched my jaw in frustration, he was right. I had no power. No choice. He could do anything to me right now. And I wouldn't have any help or any way to stop him. I nearly reached at the thought. I was fucked. Royally. With that in mind I responded to his question; "Cecil." "And where did you came from? Are there any more like you?" He fired the questions in quick succession. "The East Coast, I travel alone and have not come across another fema