Broken Beauty Jaclin Marie Novels & Stories

“I see you’ve met my wife, Natasha.” “Yes. You have a beautiful wife, Malcolm,” Oliver McClain said with an appreciative smile. He turned to his wife. “Meet my wife, Dina McClain.” “Welcome to our home, Mrs. McClain,” Natasha said as she reached her hand out to shake the middle aged woman who was dressed in a black gown. She was pleasantly surprised when the woman, instead of shaking her hands, pulled her into a hug. “Oh, call me Dina, honey. And you are an absolutely stunning woman,” Dina McClain complimented. “I hope your husband knows how lucky he is to have you.”

She was pretty without a doubt, her toned skin, a really good bust and perfectly long legs that were on display. "But don't worry Hun, your Jo is here to take care of you," she smiled and even had the nerve to push her lips on Roman. Mikaella held up her tears waiting for Roman to push her away, waiting for Roman to remind the woman who she knew now went by the name of 'Jo' that he had a wife. A wife who ran to the station immediately she heard of his arrest. But that's the thing, he never pushed her back, he never resisted while Jo kissed him and that made Mikaella slowly close the door, stiffle her sobs and rush out of the hospital like a scorned woman.

Esrath: "Soon just not this month! Okay?" Mary: "Whatever." It had been two months since I broke my phone and changed my number, two months since I last saw Jose or my Mother everything felt normal, I had bought my own condo and got a very well-paying job as an accountant for a large firm in the area. I was doing pretty well with my life and it felt like nothing could stop me; for once I was in control and I loved it. My father and I would see one another on the major Holidays, and other times he would visit me at work just to say hello, though we talked I never really could trust him enough to have him around me like I did my mother and Jose. It was just like any other family interaction wo

I grasp her chin gently and raise her head to meet my eyes. “I would just like a quick word please. I know you don’t owe me anything after earlier, hell after everything but please just a few minutes.” She nods her head and makes her way out of the cabin. She directs us to the porch swing. She looks beautiful with her hair in curlers, her makeup done but she is wearing a loose button up and sweatpants. I can’t wait to see what she looks all done up tonight but I don’t imagine she could look anymore beautiful. She sits on the swing facing me. “ I just wanted you to know that I do see you. I see you so much clearer than I ever did. I fought what I felt for you and I won’t do that again. I fail

Tanya is living in gulit of it only Broken Chapter 1 Tanya's pov I am really ashamed of myself. How could I love him? And why do I still love him? I hate him but still I love him. And this guilt, it is killing me. Janvi lost her and her child's life because of him and I still love him. What type of friend am I?

I tried to fight my way out of his grip, but he picked me up and placed me back on the counter. “Away from here, away from people who judge me and make me feel like shit.” he placed his hand on my cheek, making me look up to him. “The only person making you feel like shit and judging you, is you.” He said with a soft voice. “Please don’t” “What? Telling you the truth?” “No, trying to get some kind of humanity out of me. I’m a lost cause. Don’t try to save me, the only person who can do that, died while she told me over the phone she loves me and a gunshot silent her before I could tell her I love her back.”

I won't tell him her actual age; dammit, I'm seriously acting like a child. The door swung open, and Brielle walked in. My manhood immediately twitches. "Mr. Baker," she nodded to Maverick and frowned back at me. "Jace, there is an instead—" She paused by the looks of Erick. "Uh, I mean, Mr. De Leon, there is a rather vulgar line 3 for you, her name is Jasira Beachwood, she's rather persistent in speaking with you, sir," her eyes fall to her feet.

And when the door finally burst open—when Reolica and two guards spilled into the room, weapons drawn—they found Jasmine standing barefoot, naked, smeared in blood that wasn’t hers. Not once had she begged. Not once had she broken. Reolica stared, eyes wide. “Who did this?” she whispered. Jasmine looked at her, unblinking. “They did.” She stepped forward, blood dripping between her legs, the scent of sex and violence thick on her skin. And she smiled. Because they had tried to break her. And she’d reminded them all… She was the one who broke first. And last.

I snap at him. Silence. Typical. I close the link and open another. “Lenox,” I mindlink my Beta. “You busy?” “Not really,” he replies. “What’s up?” “I need you to find someone for me. Her name is Kieara. She’s a new patient… and my mate. She ran before I could talk to her.” There’s a beat of stunned silence. “Your mate?” Lenox finally says. “Hold on—your mate is an addict?”

Leo finally replied. “Agreed,” Arsen answered firmly. "Ahem… so here’s the thing. Actually, Claire is a college student who moved here a year ago from… umm… I heard it was Canada. Or was it Florida? I don’t know. But at first, everything was fine. Until one day, someone tried to harm Claire—you know, rape her. But unfortunately, the man failed—I don’t know who saved her. Then a few days later, the man who tried to rape Claire was found dead. An eyewitness saw that the one who killed him was a girl who looked like Claire, but she appeared more beautiful and cruel, dressed all in black.” Leo paused his story and took a sip of his nearly empty bourbon.