Chipettes Jeanette Novels & Stories

“You have got to see this, bro. This chick is so wild. I like her.” “You like her? Not a chance, man. If I were Patrick Mills and had such a hot girlfriend, I wouldn’t have messed around.” “Oh, please, no way a wimp like Patrick Mills can control a woman like her.” Etan looked down and just in time to see the TV footage, where Jean raised her hand and wiped off the lipstick. Her eyes were bright as if a fire was burning inside. Her hot and wild demeanor captivated Etan. He admitted Jean was hot, wild, yet pure and alluring.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

Jean then walked with heavy steps towards the room for VIP guests, a room that the higher-ups could only reach. Jean brought a bottle of Champagne and a bottle of Red wine at an exorbitant price. It might also be the price for a few months of her salary here. Occasionally, Jean recited a prayer hoping not to be treated indecently by them. The memory of when one of the VIP guests asked Jean to accompany him to warm his bed made Jean give up serving VIP guests. let alone warming his bed. She even never dated anyone. Jean was so busy at work that she had no time for dating. Her fellow friends even called her an endangered animal. At the age who has entered the legal label to have sex, how could

Jennet has been considered unique since the day she was born, be it because of her beautiful brown skin, the freckles on her body or her signature emerald red eyes, but she always felt unique to me because of her ability to express herself without even a hint of fear. “Hello guys, Just like everyone even I had a story to tell in fact I had many stories to tell over the years all of you have known me as Jeanette Scarlet Wilson an actress, dancer and the face of different brands and hopefully in between you have known me on a personal level as well because I have tried my very best to be an open book when it comes to emotions, but what you probably don’t know are the stories the stories that a

“Dad! This woman failed to seduce me, smashed a bottle over my head, and now she’s acting insane!” Lucien’s father spoke calmly. “A Moretti follows the rules.” “If you win, you stay at the table.” “If you lose, you walk yourself out.” Lucien’s expression darkened instantly. He turned toward me, eyes vicious. “Bitch. Watch carefully.” “Tonight, I’m throwing you into that crocodile pit myself.” I smiled faintly. “Three million in chips.” “All in.” With one sweep of my hand, the chips crashed into the center of the table.

He pat the seat indicating she should sit. "Please. Sit." He commanded. Jeanie arranged the dress so she could sit down. Looking at nearly half of her breasts as they stuck out from the top. She looked like she was a stripper, or an adult film actress. Ajeet retrieved a small roll of fabric that matched the tone of Jeanie's skin fairly well. He had a roll of white medical tape and scissors. Placing these on the table nearest the platform, he walked behind her. She felt a tug at her back and heard the zipper going down. He'd unzipped her without warning. She clutched the sides of the chair, feeling her breasts tumble out.

I can't just go out and pick one babe even though they're head over heels with me". I said as one of the attendants brought a tray of chilled bottles of wine for us. She placed it on the table carefully and left. "She's manageable also.... Charlie said, laughing so hard. "What? Charlie....stop the joke.... that's enough". I shouted as the three of us laughed it off. She is actually pretty but....a hotel attendant to Richmond Hill...Mom is gonna kill me!!!. I shouted as we all erupted with laughter again. " Wait...what...what of Jeanne? Walter suggested "Jeanne??". Charlie and Richmond chorused "Yeah... Jeanne,the slim and blonde girl who sings...have you forgotten? Your latest girl ". Walter

“Bro, chill. I have an appointment with Ms. Chessie. Please let her know I’m here.” Ms. Chessie, a big gun who was notorious throughout the city. Rumor had it that she once cut up her enemy’s ribs with an electric saw, boiled them up, and consumed them. The imagery alone gave Zayn chills. But this very image was also why he thought Chessie would be the best person to ask for help from.

the officer, Lewis Tiller, explained, glancing at Zachary with a hint of sympathy. Standing behind them, Yvette Sutton curled her lips into a mocking smile. With a voice full of sarcasm, she said, "Zachary, could Jeanie be doing this to get back at you? Officer, you might not know this, but Jeanie loves her little disappearing acts. Maybe this is just another one of her pranks." Officer Tiller was taken aback. He studied her for a moment, seemingly surprised by her words. "And you are?" "I'm Jeanie's sister. No one knows her better than I do. When we were kids, she tricked me into going to an amusement park and deliberately left me there. Someone like her wouldn't die so easily."

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".