Dinah Joyner Novels & Stories

"And that woman, I will never forget her name: Dinah. The social worker. I grew up imagining that if I had a daughter, I would give her that name: Dinah. She spoke softly, slowly, and had such a delicate voice. She was dressed in jeans; my father used to say that women wearing pants were the devil, and in our house, only the boys wore pants. We, the women, only wore skirts or dresses, and it wasn't even for religious reasons, as my father was an atheist. Dinah wore pants, a nice and clean blouse, and she wore jewelry. She seemed like a movie star to us, and we kept circling around her and smiling at her like idiots, and she would smile back at us. Dinah even picked up Libby. My little sister

Chapter 13. "Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely.

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.

she whispers like she was inside my head. It's Nia.

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.

She yanked the door open and escaped into the hallway, her heart hammering. Behind her, Grayson stood alone in the conference room, frowning at the space she'd occupied. Gage Johnson's call had raised more questions than it answered. Joy Smith was connected to one of New York's most powerful men. She must run in his circles, meaning she could afford quality clothes but chose to hide in cheap, shapeless ugly suits. She was brilliant, had a beautiful body when she allowed glimpses of it, and was completely closed off about her private life. Who was Joy Smith, really?

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.