Chipettes Jeanette Miller Novels & Stories

"Jean Mitchell, don't think that everyone is a slut like you. Show me the proof if you can!" The next second, Jenny turned on the projector in the meeting room. A picture of a naked Lorraine Hill and Willie Castillo hugging together, appeared on the huge screen. Jean shrugged. "There. There’s the proof you wanted."

He didn't want to go her wrong impression about him! Chantelle sat down on the bed, still processing what had just happened. It was a strange mix of emotions - embarrassment, gratitude, and relief. But the thing that stood out to her the most was the sense of safety and comfort she felt around Delcan. It was a feeling she hadn't experienced in a long time, and she savored it. She knew that she was on the path to healing, and Delcan was helping her every step of the way.

Aunt Elizabeth said softly. Milli didn’t move so Jackson took the box and ripped the opening strip away, “Let’s see what Jean’s been up to. Maybe she sent us postcards from all the places...” He stopped as newspaper clippings fell out in an avalanche. He picked up one. “Omigawd, she did it! She brought down the Rowlings just like she said she would.” Mitch laughed, reading one. “Here’s one of them being arrested at some charity ball.”

Catherine Lee resentfully stopped speaking, just focused on looking at the article. She has a strong eagerness to win, so even if it is just a hand, she cannot lose to Anne Jenner. Anne Jenner reached out for the chip, the man in front reluctantly gave it to her, Anne Jenner had never looked at Edward Mitchell before, and put the chip in a drawer.

Nonetheless, this was only the beginning. “Aggie.” Dane wanted to hold Mable’s hand. However, she slapped it away before he could touch her. Slap! The sound was crisp. Mable took a step back, looking cold and disgusted. “Mr. Snyder, I don’t pick up trash!” Dane froze. A mocking laugh came from the crowd. “Ms. Jefferson was trained to be an heir by Old Master Jefferson since she was a child. She has high aspirations, so how could she return to her ex after moving on?”

And also some scenes are not suitable for young audiences as it contains violence and sexual scenes! Synopsis If there is a word ‘bad’ in this world there is also a ‘badass’, and she was named Millicent Jaiyana Hepburn. Millicent Jaiyana or Millijay is feared by many. No one can stand on her way. No one can stop her and everyone must follow her biddings. She is the one that anyone can’t control for she is the heiress of the successful and popular communication company. But everything changes and turns out to be a roller coaster ride when her mother found out the bad things she did in her college school. Because of her mother’s wrath, she was sent to the Carter’s Group of Companies to be a se

Yep, so now it should be easily distinguishable," I said flicking through pages looking for a sign of red. It wasn't until another hour later that I spotted the next red name. A girl named Elizabeth from the 1700s. I put my slight disappointment that it wasn't Milly aside and continued to search for another thirty minutes. "Max..." I said to my eldest cousin who had sloped back to the sofa. "I think I found her. Her full name is Millia right?" He nodded as he leant over my shoulder and looking to where I was pointing. "Millia Benedetta?" Max said reading the words on the page. "Her birthday, April 17th, 2007 AD, is right but why Benedetta and where is the rest of us?" "That's not your Dad,"

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

Rebecca Martin, or Bex as we call her, my best friend and daughter to my fathers Beta Josh, and his mate Mary, and I have just finished our graduation party at the pack house and decided we wanted to go to the city, and not just any city, but Nashville Tennessee, home of country music and hot chicken. With permission from our parents and a hotel room for the night Bex and I take off for a night and day of fun and exploration. The sights and sounds of the city have butterflies in my stomach as I try to take it all in and figure out where to go first. Bex of course wants food so our first stop is Hattie B’s Hot Chicken. Situated right there on lower Broadway.

Trying to stand up, my legs feel wobbly but I manage to grab onto a chair before I fall and I turn my head. There, sat Austin Dechart with a smirk on his face and I could feel my blood run cold. "Hello principessa. Long time no see."