Geena Davis Novels & Stories

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.

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".

She can see that it was on purpose for the couch to be sitting next to the window for the maximum lighting as her mother knew that she would love to be there and just read her books. "Becca, are you in here, darling?" Her mother, Lady Georgia Davis, called after her daughter before she stepped into the library that Becca loved to spend her time here. Lady Georgia was known to be the diamond of the rough when she debuted during her 18th birthday and had caught the attention of the aristocrats but her decision to marry Becca's father, Lord Matthew Davis had quite stirred the Gossipers of the scandal.

'Don't cry, let's discuss this matter slowly, don't be too sad . 'Meowed ...' Jones Davis was so sad that all the media reporters nearby focused on her and recognized her immediately. Isn't this the current A-list actress Jones Davis? It is said that I was engaged to Telly Smith before, but unfortunately the marriage ended. She also appeared at Telly Smith's funeral today, crying so sadly, I'm afraid her feelings are still there. This Miss Sue's family is too affectionate. The reporter's brain was spinning very fast. When he thought of this, he couldn't help but pick up the camera. Jones Davis, who was crying at the pear flower with rain, was a slap.

She is really pretty that it is intimating to look at her. “Why is your picture all over the news as a Wanted criminal?” She asks and my mouth instantly gets dry. The small smile that was on my face disappears entirely and it feels like I am going to have a heart attack. “Wha-what are you talking about?” I stutter as I try to speak and she smirks. “Jennifer Davis, a professional assassin.” She says as she stands to her feet. “I just wanted to be sure that I wasn’t hallucinating when I saw your picture and name on national TV.” She adds.

I will tell you Georgina replied with a smile she stood up and walked closer to Dave she narrated some things to him and Dave glared at her still in shock. She stood up and unbuttoned her clothes a little revealing a birthmark in between her back.

She looked every bit the goddess in her Grecian gown, draped in gold with an effortless smile that masked the devil underneath. “I’m so glad you all came to this event,” Davina began as she stepped onto the podium. Her voice was syrupy sweet, calculated. “This is a dream come true for me. A hard-fought dream, especially after the shocking events involving my husband, Alaric.” Her eyes scanned the crowd, her smile widening when they landed on me. I tensed. “My heart goes out to my dear friend Raisel,” she continued, her voice dripping with false warmth. “There is no feud between us, as the media has speculated. Let me be clear: the rumors are lies. I hope this puts the matter to rest.”

she asked, staring at him as her heart ached over how far he’d fallen. This was not the man she had fallen for. Before Davis could reply, a woman in her mid-fifties descended the stairs with Lilico by her side. Mrs. Gladdis’s face was scrunched into a hard frown as she descended to inspect the perfect candidate Lilico had talked about. Davis and Ivana stood quickly, bowing slightly as she approached. Mrs. Gladdis’s lace gown shimmered, radiating billionaire arrogance. She ignored them, her heavy makeup failing to soften her stern expression.

★。＼｜／。★ VANESSA DAVIS ★。／｜＼。★ No mainstream channels, and he turned me down? The nerve. To even say I’m the girl guys fuck before they find their missus right. I am so fucking pissed off. I could seduce him. I could totally fucking do it, I haven’t even tried. He doesn’t know. I would have made his night. Instead, I’m here watching the local news while he eats his dinner.

It was a very peaceful breakup. I groaned as I looked at my watch while Danika complained about something as she continued to get dressed. She was back to being the angry stuck-up diva that people say she is. She has broken two of her coffee mugs over the smallest argument, she almost fired someone for bringing the ‘wrong’ brown coloured belt and she hasn’t spared me a look all morning.