Gina Porter Novels & Stories

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

Gina was not an innocent girl, on the contrary, she was the perfect example of a mafia princess. Beautiful and arrogant. The one who can kill a man with a smile plastered on her lips. She recalled how It hurt her ego when once at a party every man was boggling her beauty but He didn't even glance at her, He was busy with his work. And Gina was ogling that man. His handsome features, manly physique, smug personality, everything was attracting her to him. Gina had never found a man worthy of her time but He was the first she couldn't look away from. That night after the party, she went to her father and asked him for Viso D'angelo.

mahinhin nitong saad. Brown hair tied into a snake braid, heart shape link lips, warm ivory complexion, and especially pure violet eyes. Ngayon lang nag sink in saakin ang lahat. From Mary and Janna's description she's…. "Gina." ****************** PLEASE DON'T FORGET TO VOTE, COMMENT, SHARE AND FOLLOW. THANKS A LOT BABY WEIRDOS. FOR MORE IMPORTANT UPDATES PLEASE VISIT THE FOLLOWING: F******k: Sam Velasquez F* Page: Samx Writes

The door clicked softly behind me, sealing her silence inside. As I walked down the corridor, I exhaled slowly. I wasn't sure what compelled me to check on her personally. I told myself it was guilt—plain and simple. There was something about her eyes… that mixture of pain and fire. I'd seen that look before—on people who'd been betrayed, stripped of everything, yet refused to break. When I reached the parking lot, my phone buzzed. A message from my assistant:  "Sir, the press is asking for a statement about the livestream scandal involving Prime Entertainment's artist Ethan Cole and a former Mount Wing graduate named Gina Greenwood."

Gina, a retired p**n actress, had remarried and was trying her best to settle into a normal life. She had no idea that her new stepson, Eddie, and his college friends would recognize her from her past. When they did, they used it to their advantage, blackmailing her into reenacting one of her infamous scenes from "Sharing My Stepmother." Eddie led Gina by the hand, up the stairs and into the master bedroom. His two friends followed closely behind, their cocks already hard in their pants

After speaking, Gwen dialed a familiar paparazzi number, "Immediately upload the video I will send to you." Mark Johnson, let's see how many times you can save Christine!

she murmured, then stepped back, her eyes narrowing as she looked me over from head to toe. I frowned. “What’s wrong? Why are you staring at me like that?” Gina dropped to her knees in front of me, her voice extremely low. “I might be wrong… but I’m getting a diagnosis.” I winced. “You are not a doctor, Gina.” She shook her head. “No. I’m just an artist. But I’m also a mother.” And then, without warning, her hand came down and cupped my breasts. I gasped, biting my lower lip. They were tender. Too full. It hurt.

My eyes widen when I see a woman sitting in the middle of the office instead of Landon, as I walk closer I see: Elizabeth Paige. The woman I have learnt to hate my entire life. She was always so perfect and happy in her own world. She used to read books, always have a big smile on her face and most importantly, had Nathan’s attention. The worst part was that she was never even remotely rude, even after I bullied her, she used to avoid me but she never said anything bad about me. This used to anger me. How was she so unaware of how naturally beautiful she was, or how so many guys were crazy about her?

Cross. No matter how hard I tried, I couldn’t scrub their lifeless faces from my mind. “Earth to Ari!” I snapped out of my daze as Gina, one of the precinct’s most dedicated gossip connoisseurs, leaned over the divider. She was holding a steaming mug of coffee and grinning as if she’d just uncovered the precinct’s juiciest secret. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost,” she said, her bright red lipstick forming a sly smirk.

I felt helpless. "It's nice to finally formally meet you Channing. Tate's told me all about you," she greeted with a smile. The crows feet under her eyes picked up with her grin and her olive skin creased in the corners of her mouth. Her short brown hair was styled in a pixie cut along with a pair of chic eyeglasses. I can't believe she's able to beat Tate and Cristian around like they say she can! "I-it's nice to meet y-you t-to-too Luna F-Frances," I sputtered. Her smile faltered a bit. "Hon it's just Frances. You're the Luna now. How are you feeling? Are you in pain. I can get Dr. Geeson in here," Frances said quickly.