Eren X Jean Novels & Stories

"Belle, this is Jean Ronan. Her family owns Ronan Jewelry & Co. This is Cassidy Knight, and her family owns Shoppers United. This is Juliet Affleck …" Belle was shocked upon hearing Xenia addressing her on a first-name basis. Since when did Xenia and she get so close? "I came here to shop, not to make new friends. Let's go and shop for clothes." Belle cut Xenia off and walked into the mall with her hands in her pockets. The ladies immediately got upset. "She's so rude!" "I know, right? How did she manage to catch Mr. Page's eye? I don't see what else she has except for good looks. Are you sure she's Mr. Page's girlfriend?"

Xena finally picked out a long sleeve shirt and a leather black trouser. "Xena think about it, you'll have a chance of love." "I don't need love." Xena shouted from behind the changer. "Stop being a stubborn sister and go home. If Levi wanted me around, he would have come here himself and you wouldn't have to go through this stress." Xena explained before coming out of the changer. She was putting on a yellow and black boxed coloured long sleeve and a leather black trouser. Her hair was packed into a ponytail with some hair left on the sides.

“Mom, what’re you doing?!” Zayden and Yannick ran over. When they saw their clothes in the fire, they shoved Xena hard and grabbed the rest of the clothes from her hands. “That’s too much!” Zayden yelled. “Just because we said the clothes Ms. Jensen bought are nice, you want to burn all our clothes?” Yannick shouted, “You’re so stingy! Ms. Jensen’s clothes are beautiful! They’re beautiful! They are ten thousand times prettier than yours!”

“Thank you, but I think it’s necessary for me to explain.” Mandy’s husband glanced to the side nervously and interrupted, “No need. I believe you.” That response made people wonder. “No, I’m not explaining to you; I’m explaining to Ms. Xander,” Renee replied. “I’m actually wearing a… knockoff.” She flushed, looking at Mandy with embarrassment. “Ms. Xander, I apologize for the misunderstanding. I really admire you, so I tried to imitate your style. You know I’m just an intern, so I couldn’t afford the real thing and opted for an imitation.”

Leon called his girlfriend out with an excuse about how he needed her help choosing a pair of overly expensive jeans he had seen when they had walked into the store. Leon had never really been a materialistic person and shopping was not his thing either. He usually just shopped online and had his things delivered to his door, they were not always the best fit at times, but it was on rare cases that he ever needed to take them back to be adjusted. “Are you telling me you have never taken any girl shopping my love?” Jen had read Beau and Kaia’s overly charged sex signals and had decided to play along and pretend she had no idea why her boyfriend suddenly wanted a pair of jeans.

I could tell its a boy you know through the. " Missed me?.. You know I'm just next door " . XAVIER. I looked up at Xavier's face and I hitched a breathe. Today his hair was smooth but a strand was dangling above his forehead. He gets hotter everyday. I just wanted to put my hand into his hair and caress it and sniff it. He had a smirk on his face, he had on a black shirt that read DUDES and he wore a black jean that hugged his straight long legs perfectly. How could one human specie have it all. I mean this is unspeakable. But I want him.. Did I just say that?

If there was a game of luck related to Jayden in this world, then I would be the master. But before I could give a satisfactory answer, one of the room doors opened, revealing Jax - or rather, Jackson Flynn - and Jean Collins, whose stage name was Jean. Both of them looked like they were dressed in a hurry. The label on Jackson's shirt was protruding from his neck and one of the pants on his leg was shorter than the jeans Jean Collins was wearing. Tyler frowned at them as they walked out of the room. "You don't usually hang out in Jean's room," he said, nudging his head towards Jackson to indicate whose room it was.

Chris took a sip of water, preparing to start the meeting, but the door suddenly swung open. Everyone turned to look, only to see Xena striding in. Dressed in a form-fitting, royal blue business suit that accentuated her long, slender legs, she walked with the poise of a runway model, her heels clicking against the polished floor. Mr. Xander’s expression darkened instantly. He slammed his hand on the table. “Get out!” Rumors about the Perry family scandal were spreading like wildfire. Xena should have been hiding at home, avoiding further embarrassment and not strutting into the company like this.

They looked the part of a perfect family, Dorian in a casual slate blue dress shirt with his sleeves rolled up, Vera in a flowy off white blouse and jeans, and Eira in her favorite pastel pink sundress with tiny glittering butterflies on the hem. No cameras. No boardrooms. No shadows from the past. Just the three of them. Eira stood on her toes, pointing excitedly. “I want popcorn! And gummies! And slushie! The red and blue one!” “You’re going to be bouncing off the walls,” Vera said, but Dorian was already paying the cashier and handing Eira her sugar laden bounty. “She’s a growing child,” he said with a wink. “Let her enjoy it.” Vera rolled her eyes, though the corners of her lips twitched

They weren't friends; they were competitors in a game of who could hide their rot the best. But then, all eyes turned to the head of the table. “All very impressive,” Nathan said, raising his glass toward Tristan. “But let’s be real. None of us are playing in the same league as Tristan. Have you seen the numbers for Vance Fashion House lately? Three new flagship stores in Paris and Tokyo within six months? That’s not just success, Tristan. That’s an empire.” Tristan leaned back, his tailored suit jacket pulling slightly across his broad shoulders. He wore a look of practiced humility, the kind of expression a king wears when his subjects praise the weight of his crown.