The Shack Novels & Stories

So enormous. Breaching the staircase, she met the gaze of the man she’d never wanted to be staring back at less. Half-listening to Richard drone about the right his father had done, Blue held the gaze of a man who looked far more guilty than she’d have expected. The face she thought would have been so contorted by anger and betrayal stood weighted by shame, eyes so shadowy, hands stuffed in his pockets. For the first time, Blue realized she wasn’t in the wrong. Wished immediately she hadn’t.

Please respect that because the amount of hate I received on the ending of Shy was disgusting and put me off writing for a while. But, hopefully those people that hated aren't here and it's only the people that liked the ending and want to find out what's going to happen ! Thanks for sticking around, and I hope you enjoy it ! * Updated 07.01.2022 Tai looked up at the mess of a house in front of her and turned to her twin, Raiden, raising her dark eyebrows at him. "Out of all the places, you chose this dump?" She said, clearly not impressed at her new home. The pain was peeling, a window shutter was hanging off and the grass had grown so long that they were surrounded by weeds.

The click of the lock echoed louder than any scream. “David!” she screamed, banging her fists against the wood. “David, let me out! Please!” Nothing. Her voice grew hoarse. Her fists bled. She screamed until her throat burned and her knees buckled. Then silence. Alone in the windowless room, she collapsed onto the narrow bed. The air was cold, the blanket thin. She curled into herself and shook—not from the temperature, but from the reality. It wasn’t just the blow. It wasn’t just the lock.

I dared to believe again. The morning came. Shackles clamped on my ankles, cuffs on my wrists, I was herded into the prison van with armed guards. My stomach twisted into knots. When the doors opened at the courthouse, the first thing I saw was Lucas, waiting. His smile cut through the chaos, calm and confident, like he had already won. For a heartbeat, I forgot the chains on my wrists. He looked impossibly handsome in the rising sun, his sharp suit glowing faintly golden.

Trigger Warning: This chapter contains explicit and highly distressing themes, including severe physical and domestic abuse, sexual violence/assault, and gun violence. Reader discretion is heavily advised. That's right, Raegan. Fake your bravery until you make it. Until you make it toward the freedom that was stolen from you again. Fake your tough facade until it stays with you, and you'll be able to escape from that fucker. "Come here, lovely," I heard him call me. I snapped out of my thoughts and pulled my gaze away from his room's window, slowly shifting my eyes toward him. He was there, sitting on his bed, shirtless while crossing his arms.

That Shannon had been taken too. *]:pointer-events-auto [content-visibility:auto] supports-[content-visibility:auto]:[contain-intrinsic-size:auto_100lvh] R6Vx5W_threadScrollVars scroll-mb-[calc(var(--scroll-root-safe-area-inset-bottom,0px)+var(--thread-response-height))] scroll-mt-[calc(var(--header-height)+min(200px,max(70px,20svh)))]" dir="auto" data-turn-id="request-69f2162a-de80-83ea-a8d0-58e8ebf1f510-10" data-turn-id-container="request-69f2162a-de80-83ea-a8d0-58e8ebf1f510-10" data-testid="conversation-turn-116" data-scroll-anchor="false" data-turn="assistant"> Miles away from the Whitmore estate, deep within an abandoned warehouse hidden near the outskirts of the city, Shannon lay curle

It was something I had prepared for the pup. Just before the car door closed, I turned my head and looked back toward the direction of the pack square. My gaze was empty, as I wasn't looking at anything in particular. The footage showed the car driving without pause. It headed straight toward the Special Human Administrative Zone at the border. It was a place beyond the reach of werewolf law, a sanctuary built to protect persecuted humans. Kayden drove overnight to the sanctuary. However, because he didn't have a pass, his car was stopped at the checkpoint.

After climbing the small steps, Sharlynn and Richie arrived at the shack's porch. The sound of the door being pushed creaked, indicating that its owner had long abandoned the shack. The musty smell and cold air instantly made the hairs stand on end. Sharlynn seemed to be holding her breath as the musty smell pierced her nose, occasionally waving her hand in front of her face. They walked through the small, square room. There was one table in the center of the room, on which there was still a teapot and several partially broken cups. "Richie, if you must leave me alone, I'd better come with you. It doesn't matter if I have to cha

Something huffing like it nearly breathed along his neck. But when he turned there was nothing there. Still, the feeling of eyes was inescapable. Echoing through the forest and fading into the distance. There was nothing there. Only the sounds of water splashing echoed through the trees, fading into the distance. Jumping from Heretic’s back he rushed to the shack, throwing aside the rushes to enter. Smoke filled the shack so thickly it was foggy. The smell of burning skin filled the air seeping to the doorway in potent waves. She’d scooted back against the rocks behind her. A small branch protruding from the log she was tied to

All these years they were afraid to plot against me but with the slightest motivation from outside foes, they may consider uniting against me. All it takes is one powerful motivator. I'm literally a fish in a pond full of great white sharks. As long as there is no spill of blood these sharks won't harm me. I've been playing this game for the past four years since I became head of the clan, but Hazel's presence had disrupted the balance of power. I couldn't afford to play the same game anymore. "How long does the doctor said I have to remain in this shit hole?" I grimaced. I hated hospitals.