Geena Davis Novels & Stories

After eating, Caleb and Diana returned to the bedroom to dress so she could face the crowd of female-hungry reds. She frowned at the meager selection in her closet—meager mostly because she worked out of her home or took a run on the wild side on the weekends in the woods sans clothes. “We should arrive early, don’t you think, Caleb?” Diana pulled a slinky emerald-green dress over her head. “I was going to wear black, but I’m not in the mood. What do you think?”

Just to be sure that he was dead, she had grabbed the kitchen knife and stabbed him for every time he had used her like a whore. Now she could proudly say that she was her mother's daughter. She was dressed in an oversized dress she had found at the bartender's house, she walked barefoot ignoring the strange looks she got from the people on the sidewalk. No one recognized the dirty-looking woman and none of them would ever guess that this was Georgina Stanford, Former super international model, and daughter to Harrison Stanford. She had also been Tremont's Stone fiancee but now has been reduced to nothing! She would make the one person who had caused such a huge calamity pay!

Her eyes locked onto mine, and I could feel the tension escalating. "Well, well, if it isn't the new Mrs. Howard. Quite the scandal, isn't it?" Gina sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. "What are you doing here?" I asked. "Who allowed you in?" Gina smirked, "I have the power to be wherever I want. And I wanted to see what is so special about you…but apparently nothing " " Who are you? " Josie asked. Gina smiled, " Well hello to you. I am Gina. Davis wonderful girlfriend"

She needed the stability of the Dylan name to remain untarnished by the whispers of scandals or broken engagements. And when that wasn’t enough, she orchestrated appearances. Charity events. Political luncheons. Foundation launches. Anywhere that required cameras—and where Davis and Elena could be seen side by side, smiling like nothing was wrong. “Stand closer,” she would whisper sharply behind her polished smile. “The press is watching.” Elena would comply. Davis moved through these events like a ghost. He no longer had the energy to fight his mother’s bag of anxieties; he was too burdened by the silence of a house that used to hold Chelsea’s laughter and the crushing guilt of what he had

But no matter how much you overcome, how much you forgot, the scars stay and memories haunt. Speaking of the devil, someone addressed me with Miss. Davis. "It's just Celia.", I corrected. How can I ever run away from what's behind me? The fact that I'm Celia Davis, daughter of Jonathan Davis can't be changed. If there should be a reason to marry, for me here it is. I wanna change my last name. I passed through LCD TVs were some news buzz has been playing.

her older sister whispered through their mind-link. She mentally rolled her eyes, cursing at the fake blonde who always seemed to have the time to pick on her. She loved the Goddess but she detested dancing, it was one of her weaknesses. No matter what she says, it was tradition and Goddess knows what will her mom do if she refuses to partake in it. Shush! The Moon Goddess is watching, her younger sister retaliated and encouraged her to copy her hip movements. Karina had trouble leveling her breaths. She was not anxious in trying to project a graceful dance before but the knowledge that his mate was here somehow tipped off her balance.

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

In shock, he immediately decided to move close to them in a hurry as he was actually feeling so bad with all what he had just observed them do to the young girl. Twisting his eyes so that he could see clearly all what was going on, he immediately started shouting out loud at the top of his voice as he was actually trying to make sure that, things move on so well at that point. It was quite a very cruel thing for Mia to have ever thought of doing to some one as Liam was really being very disappointed with all what was going on at that moment. The young girl in question was Xena Davis, a young lady of 16 who had lost her mother two years back in a car accident. Since then, life has not really

She was the type of woman who always got what she wanted and never worked a day in her life. “Who is she?” I asked casually to the girl helping me. Despite her screaming and tantrum-throwing, I hardly felt anything towards her. A woman like her didn’t deserve my anger. “That’s the heiress to the Davis Family,” whispered the sales girl, as though she was afraid to be heard and draw the woman’s ire. “There’s a rumor that William Anderson had special feelings for her.” “Has he ever admitted it in public?” I asked curiously. She shook her head, and I studied the arrogant young woman. The name felt familiar in my head, soon enough it occurred to me just who she was. “Selena Davis?”

Dave asked confused. Yes, my mom once took me to Ophelia’s concert before and I even snapped pics with her she is so nice and beautiful and that day I saw Celine's eyes she was so jealous. There are many singers there but she is the only one with a sad face maybe because she is a loser Georgina declared. “Then Do you know that Ophelia!?” If you see her now can you recognize her? Dave asked with a smile.