Cw Jane The Virgin Novels & Stories

Jane walked slowly toward Dravyn, leaving behind Betty whose celebration screams filled the room. When she reached his armchair, she dropped to one knee, keeping her other leg suspended in the air. She rested one forearm on his armrest, while the other arm rested on her suspended knee. Dravyn’s eyes were still fixed on the screen, his back relaxed on the chair. His sitting posture, like that of a man in charge, who he is. On the massive television screen, a commercial news segment cut in, forcefully ending the live feed of the chaos unfolding at the Vale Corp launch venue.

In a blink of an eye, Heaven appears like some ghost looking exhilarated. "Can I be part of this cool girl gang!" Heaven squeals sitting so closely beside Zara. Doesn't she ever have anything important to do with her life other than bump at work after every second to spy on CJ? "So girls, I know you've been wondering why CJ and I have not been around... We've been busy... Well, not really busy. Not to brag, but we went on vacation outside the country on a beautiful beach. Ulala! The things we did on that beach... Anyway, the vacation is cut short by his little dramatic spoilt brat of a brother... "

Daniel Winters could not believe his eyes. Sitting right before him on the leather couch was his cousin and wife. Make that fake wife. Well, soon to be real wife. Whatever, but the fact was, Jane was in Wayne’s arm! Like what the fuck! Seething, he marched over and yanked Jane roughly by her wrist, pulling her up and out of Wayne’s grasp. His cousin's eyes narrowed slightly before he too stood up and straightened his jacket. Cool emerald eyes met his dark piercing ones as Daniel immediately placed a possessive arm around Jane.

As long as forever… End of A Virgin for the CEO If you loved this story, please hold on to the next book in Eric and Yna's life together as man and wife in: The CEO’s Juvenile Wife... incoming!

I can see you're here with someone," She gave a sly smile and shifted her gaze back to Martin. "Let me guess, one of your mistresses? I thought you turned a new leaf," She scoffed. A frown appeared on Caitlyn's face. 'Who the hell does she think she is to talk to me like I'm nothing?" Caitlyn opened her mouth to speak, but Martin beat her to it. "Well, Veronica," He started, slipped his hand around Caitlyn's waist, and pulled her close, startling her in the process. "This woman here is my fiance, not one of my mistresses. I dropped that attitude in the past I wish to never return to."

Spin Off to Dean and Jane's Story The CEO's Unloved Wife Description: With the clock reset and Dean yet to tie the knot with Kaitlyn, the tables have turned. Jane who is now engaged to another, finds herself pursued by Dean, who decided to confront his past mistakes and fight for a chance at redemption and true love. As old wounds reopen and new obstacles arise, their entangled destinies ignite a compelling tale of second chances and the power of love to defy all odds.

I was helplessly in love with her. “It's alright, I understand. “Chase made me feel the same way too.” She said in smiles. “That’s his name?.” She nodded sadly. “You should see her all you want before our wedding, I know you'll miss her" she said calmly and left. I could tell she was brooding about something. There was something on her mind. I redirected my focus on the unpleasant spectacle below me. I looked at Gwen and the stranger. My blood boiled when I saw her call him back while he was walking away. She was crying, she smiled at him and made her way back in. I decided to wait in ambush for her. She looked gorgeous and radiant. She was breathtaking. It was just too bad I was going to

She perched on the arm of the chaise beside her mother, her eyes gleaming with cruel anticipation. “Then we’ll go to New York,” she declared, her voice steady, certain. “We’ll cut her down before she has a chance to climb any higher. We’ll make sure every step she takes is a step back into the shadows where she belongs.” Cynthia picked up her wine glass again, her smile spreading slowly, calculated, chilling. “And Damian…” She let the name linger, savoring it, as if it were both a prize and a weapon. “A man like him will not tolerate scandal, weakness, or lies. He thrives on power and perfection. All we need is the right push.”

"It happens a lot of times, I'm already used to it." "I wish I could be like you. Violet has so much effect on me, I could never be nonchalant about it." I turn to look at her again. This time she's grinding on a girl. At least it's not a guy. Carol follows my eyes and she burst out laughing. "I think your wife is a bit tipsy." She says in-between laughs. "I know she is. She drank a glass of Mojito, almost in one gulp." "What! What did you do to upset her like that?" She asks, still laughing.