Gina Porter Novels & Stories

But how could she do that when her life totally depends on it? Gina was finally giving in to the urge to take her pills when she heard noises coming from the sitting room. It sounded like someone was trying to open the door. She picked up her wooden baton underneath her bed and cautiously tiptoed downstairs. Upon reaching downstairs, she discovered that the exit door was open, and there was a figure standing outside. She couldn't see the person's face; all she could see was a shadow. Gina stood frozen as she felt her entire organs trembling in fear. Seeing the shadow alone brought back traumatic memories that she had been trying to forget for the past five years. She was all alone, just as s

“Is that what we’re talking about right now?” “Okay, fine. She’s Anna. The one you heard me talking to, and yes, we’re fucking. We’re grown ups so I don’t see what the fuss is all about.” “I think you’re forgetting who Gina is. She’s not the woman she used to be years ago. Do you know how many politicians she’s in contact with? How many fucking powerful people she fucks with?” “Anthony is fucking Zypher and I don’t hear you saying shit about that.”

After hearing that, Luke frowned and asked, "Who is asking to see me?" Gina was one of the few geniuses they had in the hall. Currently, she had already reached level nine warrior king. That was why she had the courage to talk back after being reprimanded by Luke. Gina smiled, "It's Meena Carney."

Immediately, one of them stand up and offers a hand to me, "I'm Priscilla. Corazon Margarita Priscilla Enrique George to be exact, but you can call me Cece, everyone does." Her last name George (He-or-he) was Hispanic like Javier (Ha-vi-er). I take her hand, "Lilac Dahlberg." She sits down and I notice her bag with a G&G logo. I instantly realize she was most definitely the daughter and only child of G&G Co.'s Consuelo George. "Karenina Von Wolff." the ginger spoke out, raising her finger, "you can call me Nina." Now she, I knew for sure, was descended from the red headed beauty Yvonne Phoenix, the iconic actress herself, and Amadeus Von Wolff of The Howling Wolff newspaper press. Surely she

All the conversations he could have were little greetings and the odd question. Gina waited a whole hour until she was called by the directors and producers. The light was dim, and there were five people sitting behind a desk, looking directly at her. Gina took a deep breath and said, “Good afternoon, my name is Gina Firefly. I am 27 years old, and I have five years of experience.” A somewhat familiar voice spoke to her from the dim light and said, “Gina Firefly, interesting name. Tell me a little about your experience.”

I asked. “Gina.” She answered with her head lowered. “Gina?” I asked, trying to remember where I've heard that name before then I suddenly remembered that it's the name of the maid Dexter used to frame me. “Yeah, Gina. I know her.” “Gina is dead.” I blinked. “What!” I snapped.

《 Gina 》 I'm standing in front of the mirror, taking a final look at my appearance. I put on a full-length black evening gown. It has a one-shoulder neckline. This dress shows off a sleeveless look, features a thigh-high slit, and ends with a flared silhouette. I paired the dress with high-heeled black pumps and a mini royal blue mini purse. I let my hair loose, wearing minimal makeup. I'm having dinner with Prince Theodore. I declined his past invitations, but I accepted his invitation this time to clear my mind from Xander's mating ceremony tonight.

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

Their love was quite commendable. Suddenly, I heard my mother gasp, her eyes wide as she glanced at her phone. We all turned to her, concerned. "What's wrong, Mom?" I asked. She handed the phone over to me, and it turned out to be a breaking news report. As I watched the news report on my phone, the anchor's voice resonated through the room: "Breaking news: Gina Giovanni, widow of the late billionaire Giovanni, has been fatally stabbed in prison. She was serving a sentence for multiple serious offenses, including drug trafficking and money laundering."

“Hi, I’m Rieka! You must be Gina, right?” She’s gorgeous! About 5’ 9” with light tawny skin and long honey brown hair that falls in layers from her face down to her hips. She could easily be a Sports Illustrated swimsuit model, or a Victoria’s Secret Angel. “Yes, I’m Gina. So nice to finally meet you.” Even her voice sounds sensual and smooth. Although her look is totally different, something about her reminds me of Drea.