Street Fighter Sharon Novels & Stories

"Yes, Hector. I'll just go and set the table now." "As you should." Sharon’s mockery returned, sharpened to a point. She delivered it with a smile that never touched her eyes before she began her slow saunter toward Hector. He stood rigid before Amelia, a wall of muscle and silence, but Sharon navigated around it like water. She came to rest at his side, and with a fluidity that spoke of long habit, she propped her elbow on his shoulder, her wrist dangling, her posture screaming one word. Mine. Only then did she look at Amelia again, her expression pitying.

chomee there were real soccer players there. ‘Soccer players as in… PSL kind of players?’ ‘Yes those ones. Sharon was there with some bimbo she claims to be her sister. She was throwing herself onto the players and guess what? They ignored her’ ‘Hahahahaha are you serious? Sharon was ignored?’ ‘Yes babe, blatantly ignored. I actually felt sorry for her.’ ‘Hahahahaha serves her right. She thinks she can get any guy she wants just by snapping her fingers.’ ‘Hahahahaha not on Saturday. But her sister was nice hey.’

Tara added, looking a little scared at the thought of what Matthew would do to Sharon. Sharon got on her feet and walked to her closet to get dressed, not because she was scared of Matthew getting angry; after dying in her past life and getting reborn, she had become very daring; she had only decided to follow because she was already bored in the house; she knew she needed to take a stroll around the city and inhale some fresh air. “Do you by chance know where he is heading to?” Sharon asked Tara, who had moved to her side. “Work.” Tara spilled out

MARIANNE "What is this fool doing?" I muttered to myself, watching Tony rip the sheets off Sharon’s body, grab her by the hair, and declare she had to die. I scoffed. "Well, let's see who dies first." There was no fear for Sharon’s safety; she was a fourth-degree black belt, trained from childhood by her late father, who had been a master in the art. I’d dug into her background thoroughly before hiring her, and I knew she could handle herself if things turned violent. None of her clients had ever dared to treat her badly, and for good reason.

But I don't feel it. When I open my eyes,I see Sharon in front of me.Somehow,she had stopped the rock. "Sharon-" "Give me your knife",she says and places an open hand behind her.As soon as I placed the handle in her palm,it was like she dissapeared. She got to Blade at the speed of light before he could do anything and stabbed him in his shoulders. All the rocks fell to the ground as he fell. Sharon picked him up by the neck effortlessly as he groaned in pain.

Sharon said, one final protest before she gave herself completely over to her stepson and his friends. “Take them off,” Billy firmly instructed her. Her defenses gone, Sharon unfastened the front of her tight black hipsters and pushed them down over her sleek thighs, she was now almost naked in front of the four eighteen year olds, only a g-string to cover herself with. “Holy shit,” gasped Dougie softly. “Turn around,” this time the order came from Tommy instead of Billy, but Sharon did as she was told, turning to display her fantastic heart shaped ass, only the skimpy strap of the tiny g-string covering it.

They charged at each other. Sharon jumped over the tentacle. And made to punch him but his tongue was shot out of which hit her away. She managed to grip the edge of the plane with her claw so she wouldn't fall. The Chimera made to slap her face so she'll fall off but Tara hits him with fire and he stumbled backward. He slapped her away with its tentacle but she flew back. Sharon did a back lift pinning down one of the tentacle down to the ground with her toe claw but the Chimera hits her with another.

Sean suddenly redirected the question to Sharon. Her body jolted slightly in response, and the slight movement made Elias glance at her. "How would I know? Mr. Hart, you said it yourself. I used to be close to her. We don't talk anymore," Sharon replied calmly. Sean's mouth twitched at the corner. Once again, he was amazed by Sharon's shamelessness. It seemed that she could commit such a despicable act and still look completely unaffected. However, he didn't have any solid evidence. His words were just a test. And Sharon had nerves of steel—the kind that wouldn't flinch until the ground was giving way beneath her.

Sarus Anderson replied with a warm, respectful nod. ​"Thank you, Atty. Anderson! Truly, thank you for everything!" I beamed, before turning my gaze to the elegant woman standing right beside him. "Thank you so much for your support, Ma'am!" She offered a beautiful smile, shaking her head gently. ​"Please, just call me Lara, no need for the formal titles," she murmured warmly, stepping forward to pull me into a gentle embrace. "Just like Sarus said, you earned your liberation from the ghosts of your past. You are finally free, Raegan, and we are incredibly honored to have played a part in helping you get your life back," she whispered into my ear.

Face was covered in blood from wiping away the stains of hair that fell in my face and the sweat because it felt like a damn workout. In my eyes you are a pussy when you think you only need a fucking gun to protect yourself, thinking you are the men and no person in their right man would think to challenge , would fear you just at the mere sight of a gun but not me apparently. I’m not anyone, I’m Aaliyah, assassin of the Italian mafia known as Shadow of death.