Georgia Tennant Book Novels & Stories

Chapter 20 - A Better Future Serena Lady Georgia was a petite, refined woman. She had a gentle beauty and a kind spirit, and her aura was filled with so much positivity I could feel it radiating through me. She reminded me a lot about my adopted mother who loved to cook and also reminded me about Jessica who prefers little to no make-up and just a simple ponytail to tie her hair.

I squirmed uncomfortably as I was trapped by the book shelf behind me and him in front of me. He caught my elbow and said in a dangerously, low voice, "What do you know?" "I-I . . . " "What do you know?" he asked again and I smacked myself mentally for stuttering. "That you secretly have a fetish for pineapples!" I blurted out and he rolled his eyes. "Not funny, Georgia. I'm asking for the very last time. What do you know?" he reiterated, putting much emphasis on the question. "I know that you're a billionaire!" I bluffed since I knew he was rich, but not billionaire rich. What was wrong in giving a shot?

No part of this novel may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author. The Temptation Series deals with the beautiful and heart-warming stories of the Donnelly brothers as well as the friends of Sienna, the female lead whom we have met in the first book of the series. Each story is unique and powerful and can be read as a standalone story but if you read chronologically, it will enable you to connect with the characters better. The first story "Accidentally Kissed" deals with the irresistible love story between the oldest son of the Done

She would be someone I would find incredibly attractive if her attitude towards me ain’t rotten. But she looks away after a minute and claps her hands together. “So…” Georgia started. “Here’s my plan:” She crouches down at the table and grabs a sketch pad. Sadie and I sit down on the chair, with two meters of space between us. Georgia, on the other side of the table, flips the large sketchpad over and over then she reverses the pad for us to see the page where she stops. This one paper has a line in between, written in pencil. One side has my name and the other has Sadie’s. The side of Sadie has colorful hair, while my side looks not like my usual style.

Somewhere in the city—several stories above, in a steel and glass building—Julian Blackwood lay in his dark, sleek bedroom, staring at the book she had given him. He'd never intended to keep it. When Lena Carter had offered it to him—those gentle words, that thoughtful crease between her eyebrows—he'd intended to refuse. But something in her eyes had taken away his intention. It was neither flirting nor pretense. It was genuine. Silent. Generous. He hated kindness. It broke things open. Julian gazed down at the book. The cover was unadorned, the title in gold print: *A Man Called Ove*. He remembered Lena's words:

Georgia exclaimed excitedly. She could not wait to go on a blackmailing adventure with this bloody interviewer, because she knew that she would definitely find something; every human had skeletons in their bloody closet. “Let’s see what we have here,” Georgia said as she opened the mail. The first that hit her was a long list of the interviewer’s bio data, a few of which Georgia already knew. “She doesn’t even have much going for her, unlike me,” Georgia said, satisfied about this. Then Georgia read through a long list of places she had visited in the last two weeks, both outside and within her workspace. Georgia could not see anything that looked familiar, or that even looked incriminating,

She pulled something from her sleeve. : Here. Georgia reached out something. [A thick book] Of course, Leah accepted it. When she opened it. That made her mind crazed. [Proper Etiquette] That is the title of the book. [Etiquette means, good conduct or proper way or manner in order to look social and cultural to the people you encounter. As it says, "Proper Etiquette."] [Yet that wasn't the only thing] : This... Georgia gave her another book. That added to her problems. The book was entitled as...

"Let's go Diana, the others are waiting." "Yes, let's go home." ********************************** Hello everyone, Dora here. Am really honored that you read my book, we've come a long way and now its finally time to end things. However, the road doesn't end here for me, I still have more if you want. It'd be nice if you check out my newly signed book "The Ghosts of Greenville." Don't let the name fool you though, its a really sweet and forbidden and warm story. Or you can check out 'Made of Glass' and drown in an ongoing comic love story for free. I really hope you enjoyed this book, do let me know what you think.

a familiar voice purred sweetly in my ear her soft warm tongue against the lobe,licking it. I replaced the bottle to the low glass table and angled my head to look at the striking red head who seductively sat down,her short dress riding up, flimsy, white lace panties exposed. Victoria Steinberg the woman whom I nicknamed Flame as a result of her Ginger coloured hair, like a flame the popular Bad Magazine model whom I had dated in the past. However even now, we still hooked up from time to time, despite the fact that I detested her leech like attitude.

Eagerly, I flip to the second page, but what I find shatters me. It’s Georgia. She’s sitting on a lounge chair by a pool, her bikini top untied, her back to the camera, but she’s looking over her shoulder with a smirk that is anything but "innocent." What the fuck? My fingers tremble as I flip again. Georgia in a wet white oversized dress shirt, transparent and sticking to her skin, her nipples very well visible. Georgia sleeping, her lips parted. Georgia in a bathtub, bubbles barely covering her naked skin, laughing at the lens.