Chipettes Jeanette Novels & Stories

Danika Williams After a long day at work, I took a shower and was ready to sit down in front of the television, drink wine and fall asleep on the couch as I was still too afraid to sleep in my bedroom alone. But when I step out, I see that annoyingly handsome devil, with his plain white t-shirt hugging his muscular back, all in the right places, cooking something in the kitchen which makes me remember the chat I had with another model, Kylie. She asked me if Jake Carson was single or not, and if he was, would I mind setting him up with her as she had a brief chat with him today, he was very funny and a complete gentleman. Initially, I hated the plan but then I thought it was perfect, maybe I

Above all it saved money. _____ He had been waiting for his family to arrive for over twenty minutes. His mother would surely take her time to look good seeing as she was the famous Jeanine Levetté. The famous French model in the good old days, everyone admired her in the fashion industry. She had her own fashion line, she had even been a judge on America's next top Model. At the age of fifty-four Jeanine was still calling all the shots and setting trends.

“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

She was a light-brown-skinned beauty with huge, round brown eyes and shiny, long black hair. Another person who appeared to be in Jeanette's inner circle was Christine Devon. Christine was a petite blonde with curly hair reaching her shoulders. Judging by the smiles and hugs, Mia, Christine, and Jeanette must have been close… “God… what am I even doing right now?” I groaned and turned off my laptop. I was trying to be Eleonor's diligent student, but the truth was, I felt as if I was charging blindly at the problem. If someone had created something like “New York's High Society for Dummies,” I'd like a copy of it, preferably now.

Just as he tried once again, the door of the office opened, and Jeanette walked in sexily, a bottle of champagne in her hand. Lorenzo's eyes grew darker, narrowing at her pushed-up breasts, and exposed cleavage. Jeannette smiled seductively, taking that as a clue and she started to walk towards him.

Jeanne asks and I think the question angers her and she fires back, "What do you mean by that? Am I not free to come out of my own house again, huh?" "I was just asking a simple question, cause that's what you told me. I'm just surprised that's all." Hissing loudly, she says, "Well, I'm not doing anything important, I just came to fetch some more chips, I'll leave you and your friend alone, I think you guys want privacy." She says sarcastically, and comes out from the kitchen, pot in hand as she starts walking upstairs. "Where are you taking the pot of chips too?" Jeanne asks.

It had nothing to do with who the other woman was. Jean's thoughts trailed off there. She didn't care to dwell on it further. Ten minutes passed, and there was still no sign of Angela at the hotel entrance. At this time, Jean's phone rang. It was a message from Jonathan, asking, "Uncle Chester is getting married?" There wasn't a trace of warmth in those words. Jean frowned again. She had no idea why Jonathan had asked her about this. She didn't even know Chester was getting married. Then, Jean remembered a post she had seen online a few days ago. Jonathan had publicly announced he was dating Charlotte. However, the woman in the picture had a striking resemblance to Giselle. It was as if Char

She plays b-ball for the school girls team and is a star player. Janet is the shortest of all the musketeers standing only 5 feet 3 inches tall and weighing 120 pounds which are mostly in her butt... A nice round butt. She has smallish breasts and a short afro hairstyle from the 60's era. Her skin is dark brown like chocolate. Her downfall is that she's smart, maybe too smart. Science and math are her hobbies. When she talks about her loves we just smile and nod a lot. On the positive side, she's a wild and crazy girl and as the song says, girls just want to have fun.

Hence, those people did not recognize Jeanette even though they were native residents in this city as well. "There's another pretty girl as well. However, the way she speaks seems a little disrespectful." The man with a flushed face chuckled. Slap! He was instantly slapped in the face. It was not Jason who did it. Instead, it was Jeanette. As the young lady of the Hill Family, she would never stand down after being antagonized by someone else.

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.