Amanda Jensen Novels & Stories

My brother by blood, Eric Wilson, was having an affair. I found out about it. However, I chose not to tell his wife. Instead, I blackmailed him into buying me three luxury handbags.

Jason's POV "Chris, I need you to search up a man called Daniel Robin Jones. He's around thirty years old and goes by Danny, D-dog, but is mostly known as Dan Jonesy and Robin Hood," Amanda cracks her knuckles as she stands behind Chris on the computer. "You got it." He replies, glancing at me awkwardly. Thankfully he's gotten used to her demanding tone, unlike Chad. "Who is that?" Ryland chimes in. "Better question, why do you want to know about some hood boy?" Chad asks.

But then just when Jason thought everything was over, he was surprised to see Alexis bring out her phone, she checked it out, she frowned, and again burst to another round of cries. “Jude, this man cone me, he dare not pay me, rather he sent his money to charity house.” Alexis said amidst cries. “What!” Jason said and screamed out loudly. “How dare he do that?” Jude also said feigning shock. Jude had no prior idea about what Alexis was doing, but that was not the problem, because all he needed was just for Alexis to begin to play, and he would catch up with her easily, at least that was part of his training as a Soldier, and also a security agent.

I walked to the driver and smiled. “Caren Inc please” I slipped into the car and he drove off. Caren Inc was a large office building, it wasn’t so popular but I already felt a homy feeling around it. I stepped out of the car and walked into the building. I headed straight for the receptionist, a tall blonde woman with huge spectacles. Her tag said Mrs. Helen Mayer. “hey, I’m Camila Santiago and I applied for a job here” she glanced through some files and smiles.

Amanda munched on a bowl of crisps. "Where did you get money?" Julie frowned and asked in a scolding voice. "I found aunt's jewelry in Christine's luggage." Amanda said with a dark smile "What? Did Celestine know about this?" Julie asked with her eyes wide open "No. She don't even know that her mother gave her jewelry in that box." Amanda leisurely laid on couch typing on her phone. "I am proud of you my daughter." Julie said with a proud smile. "Amanda look at this hot and sexy guy." Amara came in while drooling over a magazine in her hands.

Every word and sentence was a complaint about life's unfairness, crude and vulgar, insulting to the ears of those listening. Amanda sneered, thinking that this must be Maisie's mother, who only cared about money. She knocked on the door. Before long, Cindy stuck her head out, scrutinizing her from head to toe, furrowing her brows as she asked, "Who are you looking for?" "May I ask..." Amanda took precautions. "Is this the home of Ms. Cindy Leech?" "Yes." Cindy was puzzled. "That's me. Who are you?" Amanda revealed her identity directly. "I'm Amanda Winslade, Editor-in-Chief and Senior Reporter from the Cumulus Morning Post. Here's my identification."

' I just laughed at their banter about their daughters, though it made me crave that future. Aura and I have kept contact with Blaine and Lainee through our shared link and I even opened one with Cleo. Once I'd remembered I was able to do it with Jacob, Ryan, and even Cristian, I opened a link with her. She said it had to be some crazy warrior thing, leading me to become more curious with what comes with being a Black Moon member. I haven't confronted Tate yet about my curiosity, only Blaine and Lainee. They told me to ask Tate's mother, who was apparently a keeper for the council and kept all their documents and books. She knew all the history.

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

The realisation hit Jessica harder than expected. Because she remembered that feeling. Remembered it perfectly. One application remained on her desk long after the others had been sorted. A young woman named Ana. Twenty years old. No connections. No formal training. Working nights in a supermarket. Painting in her tiny apartment whenever she could. The application included a short note. Only three lines. Yet Jessica read it repeatedly. I know I'm not the best. I just need somebody to believe I can become better. The words stayed with her all day.

"I am the one who runs this part of town. Mendoza crossed the line so now he is dead. If you double-cross me you will die too. Do we have an understanding?" I pressed send and there was an immediate response. ”I understand, you had to do what you had to. May I know the name of the man I am dealing with now." I typed my reply. ”Jensen, Jensen Daniels. I will be in contact." I put the phone away and sat at my desk and sipped on my drink. I took a deep breath and laid my head back, what a day.