Shy Gal Novels & Stories

Her boobs were just so captivating enough to make any man drool. She smiled loving how everyone was staring at her. The function started already.. "Is she going to show up?" One of Yulia's close friend asked knowing what show is about to play. They Plan to make Chantel feel small.. "If she doesn't, then she'll be Labeled as a coward. Either way, she's fucked" Yulia said drinking out of her red wine. She spot Mr Shane, the owner of the Galaxy show at a respectable sitting place. She made her way to him so she could win some favour.

Who didn’t know that he would never be late for no reason? However, he made an exception for Xyla today. Moreover, he even did so willingly. Recalling how badly injured Xyla seemed earlier, Josh felt as if his heart was breaking apart… He turned on the radio in the car. There was an entertainment show being broadcast… A hostess with a sweet voice was asking a question. “I wonder, Shanny. What’s your ideal type? Can you give some examples using male celebrities in the entertainment industry?” The Shania whom the hostess mentioned was a well-known model in Asia, Shania Angelica.

I had to go see a gynecologist. My period was late again. I booked a specialist whose name sounded very feminine, Jessie Lloyd. Jessie seemed pretty popular. I was number 35. On the day of the appointment, I sat in the waiting area, scrolling my phone screen now and then, occasionally glancing up to check the queue. Then, I noticed something strange. Why did every woman coming out of the consultation room look so radiant, no matter her age? Jessie had to be insanely good. That was what I thought.

she whispered, "get over your ego and come with me." Greyson's eyebrows shot up. "Excuse me, sugar?" Indianna smiled. "Oh, you heard me, Alpha. Come on. I need to show you something." "I do not have an ego."

She steps into the entryway, wraps her arms around me and gives me a kiss on the cheek. "I'm Shelly." She says, keeping her hands on my back and her large tits crushed against my chest. "And you're gorgeous!" She exclaims, leaning back to look me over, while she keeps her hands on my waist. She's shorter than Cyn, and when I look down at her, all I see are tits. She's wearing a scoop necked top and her huge black tits are barely contained by her lacy black bra.

She was wearing a crop top and baggy jeans, so her belly was exposed. “I’m not shy.” She rolled her eyes, feeling stupid. Her lie was so weak. Killian laughed. “Okay.” “I’m serious I’m not shy!” She tried to defend herself. Killian laughed again. “Did I say anything?” He didn’t say anything, but his silence said more than enough. Mayeli pouted in frustration. “Say I’m not shy.” Killian blinked. “Jezz, woman. How can you be so cute? I didn’t realize I had a weak spot until I met you.”

Moira and I were discussing the possible outcomes of tonight when the door of my room was pushed open, a beautiful girl in her early twenties entered. “You must be Shyla. Am I right?” Even though her soft voice was calming, I was stupefied to see such a gem in the Royal Palace. Her long blonde hair, baby blue eyes, and fair complexion made me anxious, why was everyone prettier than me here? That beauty heard my silent query and laughed; her melodious voice rang in my ears. “You are an exceptional beauty, Shyla. Never underestimate yourself.” Well, I wasn’t blind, my curvy and thick body wasn’t special, far less than the beauty standards in society.

Sabrina’s POV “Shelly” “Shelly” “Shelly” The whole room bursts into cheers, hoots, and hollers as Shelly comes down from her first keg stand of the night. She lands back on her feet with the grace of a seasoned gymnast, and the room erupts once more into a thunderous roar of approval, admiration, and a sprinkle of envy. That’s my best friend, everyone—wild and unapologetically herself, that's Shelly Rivera. She’s the embodiment of “I don’t give a damn” if you ask me.

Shelly wore a black skirt, an old one by the look of it, made of linen beneath a shadow of lace. Stockings and heels, open toes painted blood red like her fingernails, like her lips. A Goth goddess teasing mortal me. "How old are you?" I asked, hoping she would be flattered, rather than amused. "Old enough," she replied with a playful shrug. "Can I have your phone number?" "What?" "Your phone number." "Why?" I asked, probably looking even more surprised than I sounded.

Clara laughs. “Nah, I never had anything served to me easily, girl. I worked for what I have! And at least I am not an ugly, self centered, dis-illusioned bitch with the flattest ass I have never seen.” Shyla’s eyes stare daggers at Clara. I feel the shift in her, and know what she is about to do will not end well for her.