Shy Novels & Stories

Ryan agreed. He wasn't planning to mess around with this girl, though, not really. The moment he laid eyes on her, it was pure attraction. He'd never been attached to anything in his life after his mom left, he learned to mend for himself from such an early age. He explored his sexuality by having casual sex with many girls, but never really have a steady girlfriend before. When he saw Charlene, something inside him felt tamed, withdrawn from his usual wild ways of approaching the opposite sex, it was a feeling he didn't recognize.

Hence, without being hypocritical, Zayn called Shaelyn and the two of them went together. In between, Shirley also expressed her intention to join with the excuse of wanting to experience the situation. However, she was directly rejected by Shaelyn because Shaelyn knew Shirley’s character very well and that she would definitely do something embarrassing. ‘It’s fine enough if she embarrasses me, but I will never allow her to embarrass Zayn.’ After being rejected, Shirley was extremely unhappy, but she did not dare to show it on her face and only cursed Shaelyn’s unfilial reply in her heart.

She is lucky to have two beautiful mothers she looks like. "I don't know what to say. I am not affectionate, I don't like emotions and hates the sight of helpless tears." Suhayr cringe at how her words crumbled out of her room like a sandpaper scraping a wood. She is so awkward if she is not being sarcastic and rude to people.

She was currently doing completely the opposite of what she had disliked. "In his memories, Shyla was a gorgeous one, and had beautiful eyes, a mesmerizing face, an adorable and dazzling smile, and had a pleasant temper and She had chubby cheeks. Mainly, she was crazy about food, desserts, and sweets in particular. Each time she relished palatable food, she stuffed lots of things into her mouth like a cute hamster munching her food." an adorable smile crept on his face, without his knowledge. But, when he saw Shyla's current pale face, it immediately disappeared.

she says meekly and then smiles before pushing a strand of her brunette hair behind her ear. I mentally sigh. “It’s good to meet you, Ahaz.” Is she talking with the floor? Because everytime she looks down. Sorry to notice but she is shying a lot. I must highlight ‘a lot’! But she does not look so shy because of her features? Anyway, I ignore it since I do not have to do anything with it. “Surely, it does feel good. I wish I could talk further but Shayla, I—,” before I could complete my excuse, she jumps in happiness.

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.

"You try being pregnant and then you can moan." "Sexism," Kal huffed and stared at his small portion of cheerios in his bowl. "You're ridiculous, you know that?" Kimberly said and Indianna laughed. "You should know that by now," Indianna said. "I'm not ridiculous, I'm just very passionate about cheerio consumption," Kal defended himself. "God, you're weird," Harry muttered and Brooke hit his shoulder. "He's special and we love him," Brooke corrected. "You're just miserable," Kal said to Harry. "And we don't love you, although maybe Brooke loves you a little bit, but that's all the love you get Mr Moody."

I braced myself for refusal, for correction, for him changing his mind about the doctor, for the calm explanation about why my comfort did not matter. Jaden studied me. “Why,” he asked. The word was neutral, almost gentle. That frightened me more than anger would have, because calm was never simple with Jaden. I hesitated, just long enough to remember the camera. Somewhere in the room, watching my breathing, my hands, the way I lay in the bed. I needed an answer that would not sound like resistance. “I am shy,” I said, as demurely as I could. The word felt humiliating. Small. Like surrender. I hated that it worked.

I wanted him to be happy. “No, he hasn’t..” He grunted, refusing to listen to me, dipping his head to swirl his tongue around a taut nipple. A moan escaped my lips, and I forgot my shyness. A wave of hot pleasure raced downwards, starting a throbbing between my legs. All my life, I had been a shy girl, preferring to stay away from men and their complexities. Now, I suddenly felt like I was the most inexperienced woman in the world.

"Really? Finally met a fellow copywriter, Shivaay," I chirped happily. "Eh." He gagged mockingly. "You can't even pronounce my name right. It's pronounced as "she-why"." I gave him a dumbfounded look and I was kind of getting a feeling that he didn't like me already. "Oh, uh... sorry. Shivaay." Passing him an apologetic smile, I pretended to look for my cell phone in my satchel bag but in actuality it happened to be in my pocket. Though he didn't need to know that.