Ej And Gina Novels & Stories

Ella could not help thank her with so much gratitude, Gina was like a fairygod mother in those fairytale stories who had helped her in her time of need. Gina had even risked her life too and could get punished if any of the pack members or the Alpha ever found out that she helped Ella escape. “You do not need to thank me. You are my sister and we are family. I would gladly do it again,” Gina replied, accepting Ella`s grateful hug. Before they could speak more, a black jeep then arrived. Gina stood heading for it, Ella followed behind. Out of the car came a human male, he was very cute and almost Gina`s age but older maybe by a year.

She strolled toward her friends, Rhonda, Linda, and Rocco, who had socialized with the rest, but had never strayed too far from the bar. "Oh, Gina—just when we were getting to know each other better," Linda embraced her. Gina looked at her friends. Rocco looked as he did the night they went to Cain's: handsome and expensive—and Rhonda was in her usual attire, stunning and inviting. Then Evelyn walked into their crowd. "Congratulations, Gina," she said, offering her hand for a handshake. Gina took it, "To you, too, Evelyn." "For?" Gina looked at her, baffled, "For being the lead for the Indonesian project, of course."

I read the document in front of me, and was still tapping my pen. "By the way, her name is Gian Kasdeya. She's 45 years old, and single." I stopped tapping my pen, then looked at Mr. Penn, "draw a contract. I want it signed, sealed and delivered.? "Noted, Sir." I put down my pen, and turned to Jack. "Prepare the plane. We're going back to New York."

That Evangelista. "Relax," Vanessa’s voice echoed in my ear as she linked her arm with mine, dragging me toward the entrance. "Gio isn’t involved with this place anymore. His father still owns the company, but Gio is off running his little empire elsewhere." I wanted to believe her, but the weight in my chest didn’t lighten. I tried to shake off the unease, telling myself there were probably a million Evangelistas in the world. But deep down, the sinking feeling gnawing at me said otherwise.