Fanfiction Janet Evanovich Novels & Stories

~•~ •E V E L Y N• “If it was up to me, I would not even let you work in any of the companies in New York, let alone my office.” Those painful words kept ringing in my ears, stealing me of my peace of mind. I was already swimming in the pool of guilt, hearing those words from his mouth had left me in a puddle of misery. For years, I have been running from my past, facing the difficulties, but his face has brought me back to the place from where I started. To zero! "Damn! Babe!" Kat's yelling pulled me out of the trance. Turning my face towards her, only to find har staring at her laptop's screen with 'puppy- dog eyes'. "Why the hell didn't you tell me your Xavier Knight is the living Greek go

"But I don't think I'll be doing that again anytime soon." Chloe laughed. "Probably for the best," she said. "But hey, you only live once, right?" Janet smiled, feeling a little better. "Right," she said. "Thanks, Chloe." Then Chloe asked her that what does she feel bad for, either for cheating on Jason or for not knowing who the stranger was, and Janet confessed that it felt so good, that she had never been with anyone intimately that way, maybe it could be the alcohol she said. Chloe was surprised because she thought Janet sincerely loved Jason.

" Janet's face flushed a deep, ugly red. Not only did her fake persona tore apart in public–she had to watch helplessly as the big catch she was carefully cultivating was completely taken from her. Humiliation and fury surged through her. She could not hold it in anymore. Covering her face, she bolted out of the cafe like a stray dog chased into the streets. … [Holy shit! That was an insane technical smackdown!] [Janet is such a fraud–she couldn't answer a single thing!] [I'm dying–she doesn't even know Rapid Cooldown and still pretends to be top mage?!] [It's over, it's over. The main target's completely been taken by the villainess!]

Janet said with a snide look over her shoulder as she headed away like the coward she was. Jonas, Thalia’s best friend and co-worker, rolled his eyes from where he sat about five feet down the long nurse’s station. He leaned toward Talia with his right hand still filling out the form on which they were required to write a patient’s nightly progress. “She’s just upset they couldn’t cast a woman as Hannibal Lecter.” “I heard that, faggot!” Janet called back.

She answers me. “So how did that escalate to him raping someone?” I shoot another question at her. “Janet tried to control the situation by trying to talk him down so she could lead him out of the building,” She starts to explain again. “Yup, she was just doing her job,” I say to myself as I tap my fingers on the shiny wooden desk. “That’s when he pulled her in one of the offices and you know…raped her,” Zara gulps as she explains.

CHAPTER 8: AGAINST THE SINK ANITA'S POV “Oh my God—” My voice fractures, jagged and uneven, trembling with every breath. My body quakes, shivering under the weight of what is happening, under the relentless pressure of it. When the fuck… when the fuck did everything spiral into this? The question burns through my skull like a fever, chaotic and raw, but my body doesn’t care, doesn’t listen. My body betrays me, surrendering piece by piece, nerve by nerve, until there is no hesitation left.

I woke with a jolt, drenched in sweat, my hands clutching the sheets like they were the only thing anchoring me to this world. I sat up slowly, the name still burning on my tongue. Janet. I hadn’t thought of her since the day she vanished from the Blackwood Pack; disgraced, exiled for practicing forbidden magic. A mid-level enchantress with dangerous ambition and a grudge deeper than any I’d seen. And if she was behind this? If she had returned? This wasn’t just about fate. This was war.

"So what if you married Janice? I'm the one she loves. Has she ever chased the aurora with you? Has she ever gone on safari with you?" I didn't respond. I just saved every photo and all his messages. After days of this torture, I finally grew immune. Looking at those pictures again no longer affected me in the slightest. … Half a month later, Janice came back, boldly bringing Bruce with her right into our home. I stared at them icily. Bruce wrinkled his nose at me and asked snidely, "How many days have you gone without showering, Evan? You reek." Millie had burned up a high fever the night before. I'd stayed up by her bedside the whole night, my clothes soaked in sweat. I hadn't had time to

Jacob's POV: I couldn't relax knowing that my fiancée worked with Ethan Owen. As much as I tried to ignore it, I knew that Eva was very beautiful and there were only rumors about Ethan being gay. What if Ethan wasn't gay? What if he was the man who had taken advantage of my fiancée and taken what rightfully belonged to me? I felt like strangling Layla at that moment. How dare she drug Eva and make me believe that Eva had cheated on me willingly?

Evans was still here, still **fighting**, but I was unable to stop a piece of her from sliding through my fingers. Briony paused, then took a step forward. "Kieran, you're strong. But it's more than just a fight for dominance. You're facing a challenge that you don't entirely comprehend." I gritted my teeth and turned aside. "Then make me understand." Briony paused, then said, "The connection between Draven and Evans… It goes beyond a simple connection. It's a connection to the past. Before either of them breathed their first breath, there was something. It has no interest in love, decisions, or suffering. It simply **is.**.