Georgia Tennant 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.

he replied, heading out of the warehouse to his car, with Diana following. "Gabriella isn't an easy woman to catch, is she?" she snapped. "It won't be long until we have her," Wallace responded, starting the car as Diana gestured for him to take off. "Let's head back to the station, boys," she ordered, encapsulating the urgency of regrouping. Teca Company: A woman elegantly exited the elevator, clad in a long-sleeved blue shirt tucked into black pants, complemented by a jacket and blue heels. Her brunette hair was impeccably styled in a short cut, radiating both professionalism and sophistication.

I crack an eye open, and the next thing I know, Audrey has thrown herself down on my bed, pinning me in a tight hug and disrupting any more rest I was hoping to get. "Happy birthday, bitch!" She squeals after finally releasing me. Audrey Lucille Prince: curvy hips, voluptuous chest and tumbling red hair, she was always the center of attention. Best friends since we wore the same blue dress to first grade; inseparable growing up. That is, until college. She went down to Tennessee while I went over to Boston. But the distance only made us closer and, somehow, we both ended up back in Ohio in the city of Columbus, only two hours away from our small hometown called Cambridge. Total opposites, he

Irene said to Georgia, "Ms. Dipny, thank you for raising our missus. If you have any requests, just let me know and I'll tell Ms. Zelnik when I get back. She is very generous, so whatever you ask for, she will provide." Georgia had already committed a wrongdoing, but her conscience was bothering her. "I don't want anything. It's fine as long as she treats Xandra well." Irene admired Georgia for her high moral character and integrity. "Alright, I will communicate that to Ms. Zelnik." Irene then left. Inside the house, only Georgia and Caleb, who was still in shock, remained.

Unless. "Alpha Grayson."

"Get out!" A blur of movement shot out from the room. "Cynthia!" Cynthia turned her head. Georgia stood there, dressed in an oversized white t-shirt and jeans. Her gold-rimmed glasses were askew, her hair disheveled, and her eyes swollen from crying. The moment she saw Cynthia, her lips quivered, and tears streamed down her face. "Cynthia!" "Kneel!" Kenneth commanded. Georgia froze, looking at her father in utter disbelief. "Dad… what did you say?"

Georgia was Jordan's fiancee, how come? Of all the people, they were engaged?

I know i won't be able to control my feelings for him for long. I ate my food silently and then went outside for mehendi function. I saw georgia was sitting and one of the designer was applying mehendi on her hand. She was looking very excited. She has a habit of being happy in small things. She was wearing a grey color designer kurti and was looking very beautiful. I must say she has a good dressing sense. I went towards her and sat beside her . She looked at me with a smile " Ananya look it is so beautiful " Georgia spoke while showing me her hand.

deserted. As if the whole town was deserted, if truth be told. Wait. Ellaine’s mind voiced out. The place was so familiar to her. She knew it very well after all. She just can’t remember why she recognized the place. She dreamed of it. The answer came abruptly to her. “Finrod, Margarette, I have dreamed of this place.” “You did?” Margarette was all ears. “This is Shasta, the ghost town of Lenriad. How come you dreamed of it?” Finrod asked.

Joe behind her, head cocked to one side admiring her briefly before he comes to his senses and lets the door close behind her. She and I are both just standing there staring at each other with that dumb look on our faces like a couple of damn kids. Well, I’ve got that look, she on the other hand, is breathtaking. Her hair is in a long braid pulled in front of her right shoulder, and she is biting her bottom lip as if she is nervous. How could someone make something as simple as jeans and a t-shirt look so damn sexy. Her chest is rising and falling as if she ran to get here, and I feel a sense of annoyance at the though of her discomfort.