The Shack Novels & Stories

I smiled and declared, "Let the game of hide and seek begin." Through the cameras, we watched as Shadow frantically searched the dorm, muttering to herself, "Where? Where is she?" While Shadow was tearing the place apart looking for me, Celeste and I were already out of the school, having been picked up by Helena and taken to her luxurious mansion. The three of us sprawled out on a sofa larger than most beds, sipping champagne and enjoying delicious desserts made by a personal chef. Back at the dorm, Shadow was seething with rage, while in Helena's mansion, Howard was in tears, groveling while begging for forgiveness. But Helena just spat coldly, "It's over between us. Stop bothering me and

Without money to pay rent, he had to stay in some dank slum apartment, barely surviving working odd jobs. Once the capital's most celebrated son-in-law, he was now a social pariah and a slum rat, losing everything and having no chance for a comeback. Naturally, Heidi's cronies suffered their just deserts too. Some of the lucky ones were already eaten by the sharks, while the others lost limbs and were disabled for life, losing jobs and even their families. One of them was stricken with chronic vibriosis and needed prescriptions year in, year out. Before long, they lost all their money just on medication.

“But unlike we all assumed,she didn't just go straight to her appointment at Wilshire…she made a stop at a shelter.” My brows furrowed, “a shelter?” “Yes sir.” “Which one?” Another brief hesitation, followed by the thickly accented voice of one of the other men on Jack's team. “Hope's heaven animal shelter, sir.” I moved around the desk, towards the door and back to the desk again, concentrating on breathing through my nose. “How long did she stay there?” “About forty five minutes,” Jack replied. “I believe she spotted us then.” “And I believe I'm wasting my money on you guys!” I shot back, massaging my aching temple.

A few days passed by as Zack recovered his strength at the packhouse. The Beta of the Shadow Pack—Xavier—had noticed that Zack was being relentless. Therefore, he offered Zack to be on the lumber delivery services that needed his strength to deliver the lumber to the locals that Shadow Pack traded with.

That wasn’t the right decision to make. “That shield was cool, huh! I wish we had one at home. But then again, I have no home anymore. They threw me out for school. So heartless!!! Mom I miss you—” Ponjie's rants immediately stopped and he pretended to be dead when he realized that he just blurted the last sentence out. “...”

"And I'm lucky to get TRAPPED IN SHACKLES with you. Thank you for bringing out the best in me..." Athena detached from him and ran towards the boat, shouting happily. "Hurry up, babe! Show me what you got!" Terrence watched his wife, smiling as he thought. 'From the moment that my eyes fell on you, I have known that you are mine, Athena Stanford Adams. Even if you became Zenith Monroe, you are still bound to be mine...' *** THE END *** Kindly leave you reviews please.

"A woman like her doesn't come to a place like this just for the scenery." "We’re about to find out," Nikolai replied. He signaled to his sister, and they began their descent, moving with a synchronized grace that spoke of years of training. They reached the ground and approached the shack, their footsteps making no sound on the damp leaves. Nikolai moved to a small, boarded-up window, his fingers finding a narrow gap between the wood. He peered inside, his eyes adjusting to the dim, flickering light of a single lantern. The interior of the shack was a stark contrast to the luxury of the Connors mansion. It was a single room, fi

I’m not sure how he managed it, but I looked the other way. I wasn’t even sure why I would look the other way. The shack came into view. “Is that…” James started to ask. “Keep your voice down,” I said through my teeth. James shut up immediately. As we reached the side of the shack, I peeked through the window; there was only one window, and it had a candlelight on it, the only form of light. This shack was also magically hidden from view by the same witch… but somehow, that spell had been broken too.

he calls out, “we’re here to help. To take you somewhere safe.” I enter right behind him, and my eyes scan the shack. I’m greeted by broken furniture, moldy old food cans, a backpack that smells of Jack Cross with its contents strewn over the floor, a silver-plated knife I know belongs to Bale, and where he bedded for the night in his nest of moss and sticks. I don’t even see them on my first sweep, but I hear a little whimper and my eyes go to where a rope leads under the bed. The mattress on the old metal frame barely covers it anymore as it was torn apart by scavengers, but its just enough to cast under the bed in shadows. I make out four eyes gazing at us,

Maybe Alpha Wade bakes cookies and passes them out, it’s the only thing in my mind worth being loyal over. My stomach growls at the thought of cookies, and I rub my tummy, looking around for the opening. Nothing but trees out here. A small breeze carries with it the smell of coffee and bacon. Opting to follow my nose, I walk through the woods until I come upon a tiny shack on the border. I have never been a shy person, so walking up I reach out and knock. The lopsided door creaks open as a girl sticks her head out from within. Her eyes widen in shock as she slams it shut, yelling to someone to go out the back.