Dinah Joyner Novels & Stories

I shook my head, “I didn't. I don’t even like football. What’s fun with those big bulky men running after one not so round ball?” Knox’s laughter echoed all over the room, “it’s more than going after one ball, Sweetheart.” I huffed, “I still don’t get it.” “I’ll explain it to you later, are you ready to go?” “Ren,” Devin’s voice startled. Sharon was walking behind him in her blue jumpsuit that still flaunted her curves. Her dark raven hair with highlights of gray was tied in a neat ponytail. Her skin was glowing while beaming at us, she's too friendly for my liking. “Are you leaving? We made plans today, remember?”

The police came to the cabin, and an entire investigation began. It turns out, the remains found underneath the cabin belonged to a Dani Winter, who was Dominic's high school girlfriend. Her records showed that she had given birth to a baby boy on Dylans birthday, then disappeared shortly after, and they quickly put two and two together - leading them to investigating Gwen.

As the figure came closer her identity became clearer. Amira was filled with so much joy, she didn't even know when she jumped up, drawing the attention of the other prisoners. "Selina , Selina , it was really Selina” she kept saying. Selina noticed the prisoner who was smiling at her and she looked properly. The tray almost falling from her hands “My lady!!” She shouted “Shhhhhh” Amira hushed her immediately. She slightly turned to see if anyone had noticed what happened, and fortunately for her they where all tired to look in her direction or ask what the problem was.

Dean Blake stared up at me from the operating table. "Eve, I knew you're not dead… You've finally returned." I looked down at him with a blank look on my face. "Mr. Blake, please let go. I'm Evelyn Chance, your surgeon today, and not your Eve." After a stunned pause, Dean chuckled. "Are you still angry? It has been five years, and your temper is still so short. I only sent you to Loasia to teach you a lesson. It's your fault for hurting Laura's hand, wasn't it?

My heart hammered loudly in my chest, my mind clouded with unsettling thoughts, scanning the car again for a way out. “Joan, stay away from him,” I shouted. Allen smiled, bringing the phone to Joan. “Hey, love,” he smiled. Joan turned to him and pulled him into a kiss. “Hey sweetie,” she smiled, turning to the phone. “He is still alive?” “Joan,” I called, my mouth fell open in shock, I can't believe could do this to me. “Joan, why?” She shrugged. “I guess, two billion dollars net worth, that you left for your son,” she laughed.

She sobbed through the fifteenth and sixteen cracks, and when he instructed her to stand up, she could barely move her body. She squirmed and shivered as her bottom burned and burned and burned. She was a screaming, sobbing wreck. Donovan held the belt close to her and crouched down so he could see her face. He asked her if she thought she had learned her lesson. She could not see him through her tears. Her cheeks were flushed and red. Her eyes were full and moist, and she did not put her hands forward but held her burning, throbbing bottom in her hands. She nodded wildly.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

"Who is this woman football player that should be playing against men in the NAFL?" Jeremy smiled, a sense of pride washing over him. "Alexandra Jordan." The reporter's eyes widened. "Alexandra Jordan? The same player who just led the Denver Outlaws to the NWFL championship?" "That's right," Jeremy confirmed. "She's one of the most talented and dedicated players I've ever seen. She deserves to compete at the highest level." Alexandra's heart skipped a beat. She was stunned. Jeremy Davis, a man she admired and respected, had just publicly endorsed her. She turned off the TV, her mind racing with thoughts and emotions. Could this be the opportunity she'd been waiting for?

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.

For a moment, she seemed to have forgotten what happened between the two of us, but the moment her eyes landed on mine, she remembered. “That would be great!” Jorah spoke, breaking the tension that surfaced for a few seconds. She took many pictures of us and she even photographed us while we were goofing around. She also photographed each of us alone and the pictures were great. “It’s time for you to have your pictures taken!” Dinah took the camera from Priya and started to photograph her. As she posed for the camera, she looked utterly gorgeous. “Wait for me!” Rowena quickly joined Priya in some pictures and soon, Dinah handed the camera to Keith to snap a few shots for the three of them to