Breaking Benjamin Diary Jane Novels & Stories

“Please.” “Listen to me, Sheba,” I said, leaning closer to her. “My name is Jane, and I will do everything and anything possible within my power to get exactly what I want. As it is now, my plan is working exactly as I had planned, and you will be so shocked when you see the results.” I grinned wickedly, feeling a rush of excitement. “She must accept my proposal as a surrogate for her husband. Or else, everything she hopes and dreams of will go down the drain. Because I have a lot of dirt on her husband, on her, and on all the people at the top. You see what I mean, sister?” I smiled sweetly, and she looked at me like she had seen a ghost. I frowned, pretending to be confused. “What? Why are

Marissa asked. Jade shook her head. She was too wrapped up in what she was reading to respond to her. The more intently she searched, the more her name started to stand out amongst all the jumbled words. "I think it's a diary," she finally mumbled before taking out her phone. Jade flipped back to the beginning of the journal and focused the lens onto the page. The shutter of the camera resonated throughout the room.

Ren reported. “Sophia seems to have been acting off lately… find a way to monitor her movements secretly,” Jane ordered. “Yes, ma’am,” Ren answered. “Get in touch with Henna and shake her up a bit…..we can’t have her be too relaxed,” Jane said, placed the bottled water on the counter and walked upstairs as Ren responded. “Yes, ma’am,” Ren replied, but couldn’t help but watch Jane walk up the stairs into the room before he exited the house. Jane sat in front of her mirror as she reached for the face cream she uses every night. As she applied the soft, scented cream on her face, the door to the room opened and Tom walked in.

“I mean, books lie. People lie. Experiments fail all the time.” Jane nodded immediately, stepping in like she always did when things got too heavy. “Exactly,” she said firmly. “You are not alone in this. We are going to find out more. We are not jumping to conclusions based on one creepy science diary.” For a moment, Jayden’s breathing eased. Just a little. Then Jane went quiet. I looked at her sharply and saw that distant look in her eyes, the one she got when her mind was racing ahead of the room. She tapped the edge of the book once, twice, then lifted her gaze back to Jayden.

She got hold of the handle and stalled. "Look, Rebecca!...I made it clear to you that I don't love the day I had gone to war. It's been a year; how hard it is for you to move on?" Rebecca turned her head round and glanced at her sleeping daughter. She smiled faintly and turned the handle. She quietly closed it and climbed down the stairs. She walked into the dining room and saw no one at the table. The dining table was set as well as the food were placed on the table but there was no sign of the Duke. Zita entered the room with a jug filled with orange juice and kept it on the table.

Jane Thompson was the girl who nailed every test, the biggest school nerd who preferred books over real human interaction. Her life was a carefully organised routine: read, school, homework read, read, read till her eyes hurt, then sleep. Till one day, her mother got remarried and everything changed There wasn’t much to say about Jeremy, he was a popular biker, terrifically hot, handsome and rebellious. Literally every girl wanted him. He was Jane’s hot biker stepbrother.

he asked, leaning against the doorframe. Jack stood, his smile casual but knowing. “Got someone I want you to meet,” he said, gesturing to the door. “New assistant, fresh out of college. She’s gonna be working with you on some projects.” Nate raised an eyebrow, his grin skeptical. “You setting me up with paperwork now?” Jack laughed, shaking his head. “Just trust me.” The door opened, and Jane walked in, her dark hair pulled back, her blazer neat, a stack of folders in her arms. She froze when she saw Nate, her eyes widening for a split second before her face went blank, cool, like she didn’t know him at all.

Jane stared intensely at her plate, keeping her face locked in a mask of supreme, bored indifference while her ears burned bright crimson. "A voodoo spell," Jane muttered dryly, taking a very slow bite of her pasta. "Sounds exhausting." "Totally exhausting," Allan agreed instantly, shooting Jane a sideways look of sheer, gleeful panic. "Honestly, if I were the mystery girl, I’d run for the hills. Can you imagine dating a man who looks at you like you're a hostile takeover target?" "I don't know," Julia sighed dreamily, resting her chin in her hands. "If William Reynold looked at me the way he looked at that blurry woman in the photos, I'd let him throw me down a ravine."

She put her hand on the back of my head and gently rubs my head. "shh, it's okay. Take a deep breath and try to explain to me exactly what happened okay?" She says trying to comfort me. My eyes are burning from the salty tears and my head is spinning in panic but I try to calm down and explain everything to her. I tell her about last night. I tell her about the mirror and the eyes and the forest and the girl who looked just like me. I tell her I couldn't control my body. I try to convince her it wasn't my fault. I tell her about the safe and the box unlocking when only she knew the combination and the spell to disarm the box. I tell her everything.

“Auntie Julie”, she cried with tears threatening to spill from her bright eyes. “I don’t want to go to that school anymore!” Julie made the monumental decision to be the guardian of her late sister Mara’s beautiful daughter when she died shortly after giving birth to Hannah. Being a mother isn’t easy, even for a normal child and Julie knew this. The problem was that Hannah wasn’t a normal child, and Julie learned when Hannah was very young that she had a strange ability to just know things.