Deena Johnson Novels & Stories

Ivanna "Where's Mr Adavan? I haven't seen him for the whole day?", Christian asks on the dining table. I along with the doctor's team are having dinner at the dining table and Martha is serving us. I have almost erased the incident from my mind but Adavan's name took me back to the most horrible experience. I gulp my saliva and take another spoonful of rice. "He is in Toronto for a concert", Martha says. "It'll need a few days"

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

He had been awake since she came into the office but decided to pretend, just to see what she was going to do. He stood up from the couch and walked towards his desk. "Interesting," He smiled as he sipped on the cup of coffee. "Disgusting," His face squeezed in disgust when he tasted the coffee. ************************************************** *Donavan's Residence* "Deyna, can you please hand me that Chemistry textbook to me?" Stacy said to her new student. Deyna was a beautiful, seventeen years old girl, she had long black hair and topaz eyes like Zion. Stacy began to wonder if she was his daughter.

Blushing, she replies, "You're too fine. I'd never mistaken you for anyone else. It was you." Smirking, I respond, "Is that so?" "Yes." "I'd never mistake you for someone else either, Danica. ...Where's Ajay? Or are you on a separate mission like Chiara and Lucy?" "You're funny, Jude." "Am I? That's a first." "I'm actually here to warn you." "Well, warn me." "Deena's looking for you." "You know Deena?" "Yes. She's here in Louisiana. Your mama left her with lots of power."

At this moment, Jacky was wearing a black shirt and the top two buttons were undone. Deanna was busy admiring his chest as she answered the phone. It was Zorion who was calling her. "Deanna?" Zorion hoped to hear Rossie's voice. "Yes, it's me..." "Are you in the hospital?" Zorion asked. Deanna looked around and said, "No, I am currently having cake. My hands are injured and there's a hole in my shirt. But I'm fine now. I'm enjoying cake. Also..." Deanna took a wary look at Jacky, who was sitting across from her and staring at her in a carefree manner.

"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.

"I apologize. I'll return it if we go there again." Meazus remained silent and now turned his gaze towards the window. Zoan saw it all and tried to break the ice in the car. "So what have you been up to lately, Deanna?" "I work as a French translator. Sometimes I also write some articles and translate them into English." "You seem to be very smart." Deanna shook her head lightly with a smile. "Ah, not really." "Oh, yeah. Are you going to keep working after marriage?" Deanna did not say that to Meazus at all. She still had a contract with the company she worked for and she had not asked Meazus whether or not she could still work after marriage.

“Good morning, Ms. Scott. The chairwoman is in a meeting at the moment, but you can wait in her office if you’d like. I’ll let her know you’re here as soon as she’s available.” “Thank you. But I’ll just wait in the lounge” I reply, but just as I’m about to turn towards the lounge, I catch sight of someone exiting one of the elevators across the lobby. My breath catches in my throat, and for a moment, I’m rooted to the spot. It’s Diane Johnson. The Diane Johnson. The woman who has single-handedly redefined modern design in art industry. She’s right in front of me. Holy shit!