Giantess Jolene Novels & Stories

"Argggh my head, it hurts so much." I exclaimed as I looked at my sides and found everything strange. "Am I in another world?". I stood up and found out that I was naked.I looked around to see if I could find some clothes or a towel. But I found none. Everything in this room was gigantic especially the bed. It was the biggest bed I have ever seen. The wardrobe was huge and it had a golden knob including the door. I walked around the room and turned it into a tourist center.

Edward finally glanced at her and asked, "Have you finished reading all the information I gave you?" "I have finished reading." Jolene nodded slightly. Her voice was as gentle as a feather. Ellena was confused hearing their conversation. She looked at Jolene for a long time and could not help but ask, "Are you really Jolene?" Jolene blinked slightly and touched her face. "Does Young Madame think I look like her?" Ellena shook her head and said, "I don’t know because I have never seen her." Jolene smiled slightly, looking elegant and gentle. "I have undergone numerous plastic surgeries all over my body."

Slowly, I turned, my tear-streaked face lifting to meet Jolene’s cold, triumphant gaze. She stood with her arms crossed, her white silk dress untouched by the dirt and chaos of the night. Even in the moonlight, her beauty was undeniable—golden curls, bright green eyes, a smile so sweet it could rot souls. I was jealous. No, the better words were, bitter and envious. The smile widened. “Finally,” she sighed. “I thought you’d never stop crying.” I stared at her, chest rising and falling in small breaths. She took a step forward. “You have no idea how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

At precisely two o'clock, somebody sat opposite her. No introduction. No hesitation. No dramatic reveal. Just a woman taking a seat. Quietly. Naturally. As though they'd known each other for years. Jessica stared. Unable to speak. Unable to process what she was seeing. Because Isabelle wasn't a stranger. Not entirely. The woman appeared to be in her late fifties. Perhaps early sixties. Grey beginning to appear in her dark hair. Sharp intelligent eyes. A face marked by experience. By survival. By life.

The next day I was awoken by two unfamiliar faces who introduced themselves as Jolene and Andrés. Jolene was Caius’s personal assistant who would be escorting me to a handful of boutiques in Seattle for my new wardrobe. She was young and pretty with her onyx locks twisted into a neat updo on the top of her head. The pencil skirt she wore hugged her slender frame, while her top was cut low, revealing her cleavage. Andrés was Caius’s publicist, which also meant he was now my publicist too. The male was obscenely attractive with his tanned skin and curly hair, leading me to believe all the males in Caius’s pack had their own personal allure. Of course, none of them were able to outshine the ang

I warned coldly, "Sylvester, let me out before you commit a crime for real. Let me be clear. I'm not a student, and I'm not a janitor either. I'm one of the judges for today's finals!" Sylvester raised his eyebrows. "You? There's a limit to lying, Jolene." He swept his gaze over me, and his eyes finally lingered at the collar of my blouse. There was a greedy look in his eyes as he said, "You do have a really nice body. It's better than the girls I've dated before. I'm about to go on stage. But how about I get a quick feel first? If we win, I'll give you two thousand dollars. Every time you accompany me after that, I'll give you another thousand dollars."

Roosevelt, otherwise known as Joe Roosevelt, said confidently, “Sure. It seems to me that you’re very interested in that woman. Do you need me to help you do something about it?” “What do you propose then, Mr. Roosevelt?” Cullen asked. “I got a strand of her hair while we were in the elevator just now. If you’re interested, I can make her climb into your bed willingly,” Joe replied. Cullen was delighted. His life had been smooth sailing thanks to Joe’s help. He wanted Yulene very much, and no woman had ever said no to him but Yulene. She was the first one to reject him, and this had always been a thorn in his heart.

Jolene said with mockery before facing me, "I only sought Cookie out so she can help me with a job at her club. It has nothing to do with you, baby." The soda bottle almost slipped out of my hand when I heard Jolene say what she said. I was dumbfounded by this information and I stared at my mother, waiting for her to confirm that she wasn't going to do what I was thinking. I hate to admit it but Jolene was still as sexy as she was twenty years ago, maybe even sexier. If she was asking Cookie for a job at Sweet Cookies Swinging, it had to be a stripping job, but for the love of God, I was hoping--No, praying that it wasn't the case, and thankfully, my prayers didn't fall on deaf ears.

A part of him was pissed off that he was noticing all this kind of small shit about the woman, but a bigger part of Silver remembered how it had felt to grip the softness of her hair in his fingers as he’d moved her sweet mouth over his cock, directing her for his pleasure. But the most stunning thing about this new Jolene was what she had chosen to cover her lush body with. That night at The Red, in that fire-engine-red dress, she’d called to mind a 50’s screen siren. Since that night, there had been no hint of a starlet at all in Jolene’s wardrobe. Quite the opposite, actually. Well. The 50’s pin-up babe was back, and with a vengeance.

Cheryl sang, shrugging at them as if she were only stating the truth. “You…” Jolene hissed, her face growing uglier. “How dare you? Did you forget who I am? If I want, I can crush your silly little business right now. Consider it my generosity that I haven’t done anything like that yet. If I had, you would be forced to beg on the fucking streets.” Juliette’s jaw tightened, but she kept her cool, staring at Jolene with that same calm indifference she had mastered over time. “Generosity? Is that what we’re calling it now?”