Gina Porter Novels & Stories

“How dare you throw a pillow at my face?! Do you even know who I am?! You want me to clean?" The younger inmate, whose name I never cared to learn, rolled her eyes. "She’s talking nonsense again. We don’t care who you are, just clean. Annie and I have been scrubbing this damn cell while you sit there like some stuck-up queen, talking to yourself. You fucking lunatic.” "Lunatic?" I repeated coldly, stepping forward. "You scum have no idea who you’re speaking to, I am Ginna, the wife of one of the most powerful men in America."

A woman assembled from gaps. The credentials were real, borrowed from a woman named Sara Medina who had died two years ago in a car accident in Arizona, quietly, with no family left to notice the occasional paperwork that still moved in her name. Gina had found her the way Gina found everything, by looking in the places nobody else thought to look. The recommendation letter was from someone inside the Meridian network. Gina's former operative contact had arranged it through three intermediaries. The interview was in Hartford, Connecticut, in thirty-six hours.

Elena and I settled in a quieter corner, away from the main crowd, but my eyes scanned the room instinctively. And then I saw her. Gina Rodriguez. She was standing a few feet away, dressed in her signature sleek, all-black attire, her hair pulled into a high ponytail. But it wasn’t just Gina that caught my attention—it was the man standing beside her. A dance instructor. She hadn’t brought one last time. The moment our gazes met, Gina smirked, lips curling with the same infuriating confidence she always carried. Then, as if I wasn’t worth her attention, she simply turned back to whatever she was doing.

“Jenna told me. You’ve been meeting someone. A dangerous person.” Gina exhaled, tilting her head back against the couch. “Jenna talks too much.” My patience was thinning. “Who is he, Gina?” She was silent for a long moment. Then, she whispered a name. Julian. A name that sent a chill down my spine. I clenched my jaw. Of all the people she could have been dealing with… “You’re out of your mind,” I muttered. Gina laughed, but there was no humor in it. “I might be.”

Lizzy is as confused as I am right now but she clears her throat. "I don't know Ms. Clarkson. Please get in. What would you like me to get you? Coffee? Juice? Smoothie?" I go with something simple since I had a heavy breakfast, which I took in the afternoon. "Water, please." Getting inside, I see Gina in gray pajamas, sitting at the corner of the couch, hugging her legs. She looks worn out, her eyes red and pale as if she has been crying. Her face is completely pale, not a slight touch of make up on it. Gina used to love tonnes of makeup on her face, even when she was at home doing nothing. A day without make up to her was like a day without oxygen. I don't know what has changed. Her dry sha

Gideon, who was not far from where Connor was sitting, grabbed the phone suddenly. His eyes widened when he saw Kalista's face clearly displayed on the screen with her body only wrapped in lingerie showing off her pregnant belly. She with Krista and Slaine and a young girl whom Gideon knew was the daughter of a former prostitute. A growl escaped his mouth before he finally took out his phone and typed fast with eleven fingers. Connor's cell phone moved to Danny, and his face immediately turned red when he saw Slaine posing coquettishly on Krista's Ingram social media account. Like Kalista and other women, his sister also wore lingerie that showed her curves.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

After that Maratha left the room. Half an hour later Gina exhaled a sigh of relief after she was done completing her assignment. She closes her book and copies and rose from her chair then sits on the bed to eat her dinner. Once done she carries the used plates on the tray and opens the door and places them near the wall. She shuts the door and locks it. She did that purposefully as she doesn’t want him to enter when she was taking shower and watch her naked like the last time. Gina took a cold shower and wore a bathrobe and when she enters inside her room, her breath hitched in her throat seeing him standing against her study table. His bare back was facing her while he was going through he

Jack went to the kitchen and got himself a bottle of top shelf scotch and took himself out to the bbq area in the yard and drank away his problems as he stared into the night. Liza Liza had spent the day at the apartment , cleaning and planning what she was going to do. Liza hear her phone ding and she felt sick knowing that it was going to be from an unknown number again. This time a string of pictures and videoes came through, this angered her. She went to Del and said she need to run an urgent errand and asked she watch Gabe. Liza drove to the club and entered through the back. Liza found Gina and confronted her and demnaded an explanation of how the photos and the videos have been leaked

They only had beers and some finger foods, both declined serious meals for dinner. Gina looked stunning seated on the barstool. He stole a few looks at her crossed legs, from the tip of her pointed toes up her calves, her lean knees to where her thighs disappeared under her skirt. There was a tattoo on one of her ankles, but there wasn’t enough lighting for him to be sure of its shape. "What's that?" He asked, pointing at her tattooed ankle. "Oh, this?" She raised her open-toe stilettoed foot. Her pedicured toenails were on clear display now. "It's Bambi."