Erica Jennings Novels & Stories

“You finally got the chance to make a move on this bitch.” “Jenna!” Eric grabbed her arm, furious. “Watch yourself.” Jenna snapped her gaze at him, yanking her arm away. “What’s with you being all protective of her?” She looked annoyed before quickly realizing something. “Oh no. Wait.” Her lips formed a grin before she laughed. “You like her!” She announced, and with the baby voice she used, every henchman of hers started laughing. “Poor you, Eric. You do realize this woman had her eyes on Ronin long before you even knew she existed, right?”

Rain nudged Erica to start knocking on the door first. Erica huffed and pulled the crumpled hem of her shirt back into order. "Come on, come on…." Rain whispered. Erica was constantly inhaling and exhaling rapidly. Clearing her throat, she raised her hand and knocked on Jace's door as carefully as possible. "Excuse me Your Majesty. I must come in and meet you!" Without waiting for Jace's approval, Erica immediately turned the doorknob and walked in. Rain continued to follow behind her, carrying a bundle of tablecloths on her shoulders.

Moreover, until this day, Jenny remained oblivious to the fact that Eric, typically taciturn and aloof towards Alicia, had actually aligned himself with her. However, Eric's sudden change presented Jenny with the ideal opportunity to intensify Mary's animosity towards Alicia. Jenny feigned sadness, her eyes red and swollen, as she embraced Mary's shoulders. "Oh, my moon god. Hear what sweet Eric just said. Mary, I don't think I should continue staying in your house. Perhaps, I should leave the Scarlett Pack," she said, playing the victim. "No! You must stay here. Jenny, this is your home," Mary interjected abruptly, gripping Jenny's hand firmly.

My blood ran cold and I froze, still bent over the desk, skirt bunched around my waist, Adrian still inside me. I turned, slowly. Jake stood in the doorway, fists clenched, face pale with fury and heartbreak. And beside him, calm and icy as hell itself was Erica, Adrian’s wife. She lifted her phone, tilted it toward us. “Smile,” she said, voice like acid. “You’re both on camera.” Adrian pulled out of me slowly. I whimpered, not from pleasure, not from pain but from pure, unfiltered shame. My skirt fell down. I didn’t bother fixing my hair. What was the point?

Erica exclaimed. Jane let out a laugh at Erica's childlike expressions. It seemed as though this was definitely going to be a long conversation. ~~~~~ A loud laughter burst in the room with Erica cross legged on the bed next to Jane. “Oh I can imagine Liam doing that. He could be a dick most of the time,”Erica said. “How do you still work for him? I would’ve shoved his apology up his arse,” She finished, with humor in her eyes. Erica was munching on chicken bones and claimed it was a pregnancy craving which Jane didn’t even question. They’d spent the last hour conversing and Erica seemed to find humor in almost everything Jane said. She had the childlike excitement Jane found herself liking

Emily Warner I came home after two hour chat with Mary. I felt like I finally met someone who understands me and doesn’t look at me with pity in her eyes, she knows exactly what I am talking about and where I am coming from. She made me jot down points on a notepad because I would for sure forget them, I was surprised at how predictable I am. I kept telling her that Lucas would never get jealous and he would see through my tactics. But she laughed at me and said that I don’t know how men work.

erica was panicking cause she knew things just got more complicated. Erica Valentino, daughter to count ruffus valentino, second in line to the throne of house Valentino. And one of the four seasons of the vampire world. Even though she's Blessed with the power ice, erica did not have the stereotypical cold and aloof personality that is often associated with vampires who has the power of ice. She believed in socializing even though vampires were not social creatures but her personality was all about good vibes.

Moreover, he was not sure who this Erica was. "Erica Jennings. You know, my friend that I introduced to you about a month ago at New York Fashion Week after-party." The waiter came back with her wine and she thanked him. In truth, he had forgotten who Erica was and what she even looked like. Still, he found it easier to simply remain quiet than to argue. The matter was settled anyway. Their relationship had come to an end. "No, it can not be Erica. She is too wrapped up in that love triangle with the Italian cameraman and French model." London leaned forward, her eyes inquired. "Is it someone in the music industry?"

Erica sat comfortably opposite her folding her hands in front of her. Her nails were quite shinny, it was painted red. "What are you doing here?" Joan asked rudely. The possibility of Erica seeing Eli was ninety-nine percent and she needed to know what exactly was going through Erica's mind. "I came to see you Joan, to see my lovely sister who has become a horrible victim of circumstance" Erica smiled. Joan's head shook slowly. "I am not your sister and pleaseI don't need your disgustings sympathy" she gritted her teeth in anger.

I have never been a jealous woman, but seeing her touch him sent me into a rage. I grabbed her arm and turned her to me. She had a shocked look on her face as I pushed her away from us. “Don’t ever put your hands on him again. I’m not sure what you think is appropriate conduct in this line of work, but touching your male clients like that is not appropriate. Do I make myself clear?” She nodded at me and I let her arm go. “Good, now I will take a coffee with cream and sugar. Thank you.” I looked at her name tag. “Tracy. That will be all.” She hurried to the front of the plane. I looked around and saw Jensen and Dillion staring at me. “What? The bitch had it coming.” They both started laughing