Chipettes Jeanette Miller Novels & Stories

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

“Great job.” “Outfit two.” Monica was now talking to herself mostly as the model stands still, letting her have one last look before she walks out, not that she can do much about it now. “Wait,” Jeanette hisses, and her heart jumps into her throat. “What’s wrong?” “This.” She steps in front of the model wearing the pleated shorts and black cami and mimes pinching her nipples. Thankfully, not actually touching her because if she wrinkles the silk, she will lose her shit. The model looks to her for permission. Jeanette assures her, “Sexy-sexy. Better.” When Monica grins, the model slips her hands beneath the silk and pinches her

Instantly, the cacophony ceased, all attention shifting to him. Assisting him were two striking women. Jeanette, Tiger's wife and proprietor of the Grand Emperor Bar, exuded glamour in a form-fitting dress. On the other side walked Alicia, tall and regal in a black gown reminiscent of a snow queen, the owner of Jade Dojo and Third Master Chance's youngest daughter. Upon spotting Third Master Chance, Elio felt a surge of pressure. He knew Jeanette well—greedy and spiteful, she was someone he loved to loathe.

I sighed again thinking about it. Maybe I should have turned it down. It was very obvious that the father and daughter had a crappy relationship, and I only knew it had something to do with Genevieve Dubois-Miller, Miller's late wife. I missed all that Miller was saying to his daughter because of my musings. He then moved his head to the side and turned to me as a signal for me to introduce myself. My intro was met with, “My name is Chantelle.” She sounded very annoyed. Then she sighed.

Mitch knocked on his office door and entered. Theo turned and nodded at the low table in the corner of the room. "I'll examine Jose there." Mitch sat down at the table and immediately spread the papers in front of Theo. "Josephine Miller, twenty-seven, born in Connecticut, to father Harris and mother Martha Miller." Theo sat across from Josephine. "Why do those names sound familiar to me?" A few years ago, all the media were buzzing about Harris Miller due to numerous business frauds and tax evasion. He and his family lived in a palace worth twenty million dollars, they had summer houses in France and Hawaii - I mean, they were more than well-off. "Theo remembered that story.