Shy Females Novels & Stories

She said, “I do not think that is a good idea, Elias. We do not know them. What if they are the other pack’s people and just sneaked into the town to be a spy?” I understand what she is afraid of. But I want to tell her that not all people are as bad as they seem. I do not know why Shy is distant with people like us. She seems to be genuine and I began to wonder if she is just faking it in front of me. “They need help. If we ask them why they do this, we can understand them. They just need someone to talk to them. You wanna try?” I told her without forcing. At first she did not want to but I found her walking with me to the woman’s direction. What I like about Shahida is that she likes to tr

But who am I to understand all of this when I am just a lad who wants to play a friendly game? Like earlier today, I was still with Mona, a tall damsel and no one can deny she's fun to be with. Remember, this is my clumsy imagination trying to impress you. Seems like shy people are more interesting than any set of people. Perhaps they're shy for an odd reason, nothing more. I don't know though but it's just a feeling. Do you have a better feeling?

“Well, there’s very little about me here.” “Explain.” “Well, don’t women choose a mate on looks and… hunting prowess or something? Isn’t there some kind of primitive, chemical thing going on?” “If you mean does personal hygiene matter, yes it does. But as for the other things, luckily for you, they’re greatly over-rated. Sharon has already demonstrated that she’s willing to date a no-account dumb loser of below average appearance. It isn’t looks or brains she’s after, that’s for sure. Women like Sharon go for personality. Mainly the personality of a doormat. That’s a lot easier to fake. Or maybe I should say ‘develop’.”

So, I grabbed it. 'OMG YOU'VE BEEN TEXTING SILASON ALL THIS TIME.' I screamed. 'I've got a date tonight.' Huh tonight. I was confused but I realised it was 8 in the morning and I haven't got any sleep yet. I sipped on Ser's coffee to keep me up. 'I hope you know that it's sisters before misters.' 'Bros before hoes.' Adelina continued. 'Chicks before dicks.' 'Bellas before fellas.' 'Ovaried over brovaries.'

Thick and thin, no matter what and they would be the same for me. Only I didn’t see me ever settling down. Human girls? Fucking boring. Twigs. Too much make-up, stupid attitudes and whiny. Female shifters? Attitude with nothing to back it up. They want too much and give nothing in return. They usually have small tits and no ass. Living in the human world they don’t have to work for it … meaning exercise, taking care of themselves. She-wolfs or any female shifter out in the wild in a real pack is built and strong. You DON’T want to fuck with those chicks. Then there’s Hazel fucking Dennison. The female I love to hate.

I couldn't imagine what it would be like not to shift. Your animal form was what made you a shifter. It wasn't the super strength or speed. It was when you could change your body into something else. That fact that you can just be something else for as long as you wish. Not having to deal with human drama, but be completely controlled by your animal instincts. Not having that made females feel like dirt, like they were nothing, they weren't special. It sucked. The silence in the room got thick as a few other females nodded their heads. SJ sensed the silence growing in the room. Cutting through the awkward air, SJ smiled and looked at me, quickly changing the subject.

"Mr. Hill, the food really was a problem. I'm so itchy down there. Use your rod to scratch at it for me." Only now did I see clearly that under her short skirt, she was wearing crotchless stockings. Beneath them was a thin white thong, with her flesh peeking through. I nearly started having a nosebleed when I saw that sight. With just the two of us in the private room, the atmosphere instantly turned charged. Earlier, I had touched her with my fingers, but I hadn't been able to focus, so it felt like I was still missing something. Now that we were alone, I reached out again and gently traced along that slightly sunken slit, going top to bottom…

“But I want you to understand something about me—I’m what some people call a Dom, and certain things you do or say really bring that side of me out. Do you have any idea what that entails?” Shelly giggles, her laughter infectious and light. “Oh, I think I have some ideas. I mean, come on, I watch p**n! I’m not a little girl anymore,” she states, injecting a bit of sass into her tone. The way she says it sends a thrill through me, and I can’t help but be intrigued by her newfound boldness.

He stopped typing for some minutes before sending in a question. "What about you? ShyEyes?" He added a laughing emoji to it waiting for her reply. "Well, girls are shy. Though I'm not the shy type, I'm currently Shy" she laid one-sided, her head pressing her soft bed while scratching her nape, feeling unusually shy. "Why?" He asked. Bethany found it difficult to answer the question. Won't it be inappropriate to ask him out in the few minutes I have met? What if he declines and tags me desperate?" She shut her eyes, squeezing her lips.

I put on a loose shirt, which I rarely do since I am more comfortable with a tight-fitting shirt, but I did it tonight because I was thinking of her when she shifts tonight. And I was glad I did. She didn't complain when I offered my shirt to her and immediately changed into it. She actually looked fucking good in my clothes. I pushed any ideas away from my mind as I focused on doing my job. Shaila was too young for me. And she's not my type. The night went on as usual, and the male pups were already starting to feel the signs of shifting. And then Shaila. Andrea, on the other hand, was still not feeling anything. But it was nothing unusual. Based on experience, females were shifting later t