Dinah Jane Hansen Novels & Stories

“My goodness, you scared the life out of me!” Aunt Caroline was a short and plump woman in her mid-forties. Her hair was always dyed blonde because she took after her idol Madonna. She kept her face hidden with all the cosmetics she covered it. The only time she was seen without her make-up was when she applied facial mask. “Aunt Caroline? What’s got you all fired up?” Yet inside Ellaine’s head she was still thinking about the empty town and the huge tree. “You were having a bad dream!”

while tilting his head. The girl who came to help me tried to hold back her laughter. Dane glanced at her questionably. “Got something to add Kendra?” “Catrina is a lying bitch,” Kendra unveiled. “Fuck you!” Catrina snapped back. Dane looked at all of us before settling his gaze on me. “New girl, what happened?” I tilted my head to the side, letting my hair fall over my eye, and replied, “Nothing, sir.” Catrina hissed, “It’s Alpha!”

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

The woman didn’t know a lot, but she couldn’t complain, it was better than nothing. “I’m in the bathroom Didi.” She replied, she dabbed at her wet face with a towel and stepped out of the bathroom. Dinah’s face brightened up at her emergence. Dinah was pretty in an ethereal way, her hair was blonde, almost white even, her eyes were an olive green shade and filled with mirth, she was a tiny little thing, going no higher than 5ft2” in height, her body was proportioned to fit her small frame, but even as tiny as she was, Cassandra felt the woman wasn’t as frail as she appeared. Her skin was pale, like she hadn’t been in the sun at any time in her life which made Cassie wonder if truly this wom

One was an angel, and the other was the evil twin. She just finished dancing. Her denim ripped short pulled up, showing the viewers of her long shaped legs and a piece of gorgeous round arse. She sat back in front of the screen, making her warm and seductive eyes shone on the camera. I was one hundred percent it was Westley. Her hair right now was a wig. It didn’t look lively on the screen. She was using contact lenses, and this time, it was gray. Sindy Kate was typing an answer to her viewers.

"That's true. No matter how beautiful a woman is, she'd lose her charm in seven years." "But Christine Lane really is gorgeous." "She has such a great figure. During one of Hansen's birthdays, every guy in the room couldn't stop looking at her when she had that dress on." "Seriously, Hansen, you were so obsessed with her back then. Are you really willing to let her go now?" Hansen said indifferently, "Have I ever lied?" "So… You wouldn't mind if I go after Christine?" Hansen exhaled some smoke nonchalantly. "Go ahead, as long as you don't find her gross."

Danielle said, quickly shifting her tone to sound determined, fiercely loyal, and united in their cause. “I love Adrian. I have always loved him, and I am willing to do absolutely anything to protect our future together. No matter what it takes." Jane’s face twisted into a mocking, condescending sneer, clearly seeing through the theatrical display. "Spare me the pathetic declarations of love, Danielle. We both know the only thing you love is the Hudson surname and the endless power that comes with it. But frankly, I don't care about your greed." Jane wiped a stray speck of dust from her silk sleeve, her businesslike, commanding demeanor instantly returning as if the emotional outburst had ne

Victoria Cake, full-time artist and painter. And some of whom Sreya didn't recognize— Dorathy Simons whose botox injected face muscles were so tight she could barely smile. Victor Gorham, a well-known choreographer Dinah introduced as her personal therapist because she'd call him whenever she needed to talk over wine (the wine part being her favorite). Sandra Harlow (Sandy for short), an artist and Dinah's childhood friend. Jake Darwin, the movie producer that'd looked at her weird and held her hand for too long.

Angry that Nathan had accepted Tehilla's flowers, Hilda sneaked off after lunch to go take a walk. On her walk, she noticed a group of actors and actresses acting. She took a peek at the lead actress and noticed it was Juliana Hawkins, who landed herself the role. She recalled Nathan telling her about Juliana being in the same hotel as he was in earlier. After she signed up with the Clemon Group Management Studio she had became the lead actress of a film.

It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer in Fantasy Island. The hangover would have to wait. Bills didn't pay themselves.