Dammit Janet Novelas e Histórias

Josh decided to leave the club to have a cigarette. Sabrina reached the restroom after asking for direction. She stood across the mirror in the restroom, looking at her reflection. The wooshing sound made by the tap, which was turned on by a lady beside her, jolted her back, to reality. She watched the lady's retreating back. She was alone in the restroom.

There, I found the bank account that I had immediately tried to access through my phone and the name of the woman that brought me into the world that my father had refused to inform me. Diana Grey Kalikha. I was too engrossed, staring at the dizzying number of zeroes when Vince squeezed my hand and asked. “Who is it?” I almost brush him off but promptly remember that I had to get into his good side to manipulate him. “One of mom's colleagues. Let's go.” I said, pulling him towards his car. “What did it say?” he asked when we're finally buckled up and his finger on the ignition. “Same thing everyone's telling me,” •••

Damian spat. I’m wanted? He was about to hit him again, but I moved in. “Stop!” I ordered. Damian smirked and slipped his hand back into his pocket. Alex stepped in front of me and bowed, “I’m sorry Miss Janelle,” My brows lifted slightly. I turned to Damian, “If this is how you treat people, then consider me out. I won’t be a toy you could just punch any time you like,” I said. I turned to walk away, then he interrupted my steps, as he said, “was that a yes?”

Dam’s Keep, DamHale. ############### “You’re nothing but my captor, and I promise you, Adolphus,” Seraphina hissed, her voice steady with venom, “there’s nothing beautiful that could ever come of this.” She nodded as if sealing her words. “Nothing.” Her lips parted to let the firm declaration linger in the air. Before she could even exhale, Adolphus gripped her jaw with a swiftness that startled her, pulling her face closer to his.

The Cicconis do not live in VINCENT DANZAville, and KY knows that VINCENT DANZA banned them from the area while having KY on a hit list. "How many people you gotta rob to get a crib like this?" DAMON asks with a screwed-up face.KY'S face contorts, but KY decides not to inform him as to what ISAAC actually spends most of his time doing—murdering. It's best at his age that he thinks the mafia just rob people.

Fuck, I hated how I was pouring out like a broken damn. "I can handle my Ma being a selfish, insensitive bitch and getting married next month like his death didn't mean shit! But you? Your psycho games? I can't handle this! You're a monster, Riven!" I yelled so hard my throat burned. Heck, I felt something burning within me, and it began consuming my senses as I said, "You're a devil. A stupid son of a bitch, and that's why your own fucking father, Ryker, is in mourning! He doesn't have a son. You're not his s—"

Alpha Dimitri said softly as he pulled me to him and kissed the top of my head. Fuck. I didn’t expect him to say it immediately. Shit. I should have let his hand go before we walked into the kitchen. I looked at Janet and my heart stopped beating. To say that she was pissed would be an understatement. She wasn’t pissed. She looked like she was about to shift and rip me apart. She was looking at me and I could feel her hate seeping into my body. “Are you kidding me?!” Mike shouted and I forced myself to look at him.

I immediately turned the volume down before glancing at Ryder questioningly. “I-It’s not me… It was Jake.” He rushed through his words before glancing out of the window. “Come on, now! It’s not a big deal that you like this song. I love it.” I patted his right shoulder comfortingly. “I’m telling you… it’s not me. It was Jake.” He quickly changed the song but to his horror, the next song which started playing had me laughing in hysterics. What makes you beautiful by One Direction!

I felt the heat rise to my face, my stomach churning as I fought to keep my composure. The shame, the anger, the hurt... all of it tangled inside me, threatening to spill over. Damien's voice was calm when he spoke. "There's no romantic love. We're friends. And that doesn't change the fact that he's better off without you tearing him down." Ethan’s eyes flashed, his fists clenching on the table. "Better off? He left in the middle of the night and made the family worried sick, thinking who killed Janice had gotten him."

I correct, with bitterness in my tone, "You loved yourself, your desires, your control, all alone." "You destroyed me," I repeat, emphasizing each word, Darrick's face contorts in anguish, his cries mixing with mine, unheard. But my resolve remains unshaken, firm and strong, "No," I say, resolute, "you had your chance, and blew it ." Too much hurt, memories flood back, pain overwhelms, "Too much damage," irreparable, forever to remain. Darrick's cries mix with mine, a symphony of sorrow,