Gina Porter Novels & Stories

But the back door opened, and a woman stepped out. Not Eric. She was short—maybe five-two—with a sharp black bob that ended just above her shoulders. Designer coat, expensive boots, warm smile that reached her eyes. She looked like money, but soft money. The kind that didn’t need to scream. She walked straight toward me. I froze. “Hi,” she said, voice gentle. Friendly. I blinked. “Hi…?” She stretched out her hand. “I’m Gina. Nice to meet you.” I shook it automatically—her grip firm but kind. “I’m Sabrina.”

Even if she dressed in fine clothes, she couldn't hide the occasional glimpse of inferiority and sensitivity in her eyes. Today I heard that Gina won a second prize in piano competition, and her face looked a little better. However, when Trinity heard Elliott's vague request, she wiped her mouth with a napkin and said, "Mr. Guzman, I'm afraid we can't help with this favor."

he said, almost casually, like it wasn’t news that could knock the breath out of someone. I looked up from my cup. “Who?” “Gina,” he said. “My investigator said she’s having a quiet wedding this evening and it isn't with Damon but someone else, Richard, a powerful billionaire businessman.” I didn’t answer right away. I just stared at the table. I wasn’t that surprised. Gina had always been ambitious, always looking for the next step up. But I never knew she would leave Damon judging by their history. Later that afternoon, I stopped by the store. I just needed a few things—bread, fruit, and milk.

Just then, a voice interrupted. “Let her be.” Kyla looked up to see a tall woman in a sleek red gown, her wavy blond hair framing an intimidatingly beautiful face. She wore heavy makeup, a diamond necklace, and shoes that Kyla could tell were red-bottomed Louboutins even from a distance. The woman’s expression was both amused and exasperated as she looked from Kyla to the bouncers. “Ms. Kyla Reed, I presume?” the woman asked, her voice cool. “I’m Gina, the manager of M.A. Private Club. Come with me to my office for your interview.”

I love you more than all the bats in all the caves of the world. With Ghost Face terrorizing the citizens of Woodsboro, and Monster snoring lightly, they both slipped off to sleep. “Damn it all to hell!” Gina swore as she stood at the glass door in the hallway. Flour and red and blue glitter covered her. And her county uniform. Dean and JD both jumped at the loud disturbance. Then Dean began to laugh when she realized who was the first victim. JD chuckled, trying to hide his smile. Gina walked into the living room and stopped in front of the couch.

Gina's face fell as soon as she saw Peter, and she bellowed, "You prick! The audacity you have to show your face here!" Peter had certainly taken her for a ride. Indeed, it would have been very terrible if Frank did not end up as the sucker buying that rotten plot of land off Gina's hands in the end. Being chased around by loan sharks and losing Lane Manor? The very thought left Gina cringing. She was certainly shaking with rage even as she glared at the culprit and pointed at Peter's nose as she snapped, "You despicable sack of shit! Were you trying to get your own mom killed?! And you still have the cheek to come here?!"

“That means you haven’t regretted it yet.” Gina was so angry that she gnashed her teeth when she saw the scene from the dark. ‘What a b*tch! I must tear off her mask and expose her true face! Not only did she seduce my husband and have a daughter with him, but she’s hugging another man in public now! I guess this man is the one who helped her!' The following day, the incident of Cameron beating someone continued to spread across the Internet. Then, when Gina told the "truth" in front of the media, everyone was in an uproar.

~Grayson "And when did Lexia go missing?" Resting my elbows on my desk, I look directly at the questioner in front of me. An immaculate, proper lady sits across my desk, clutching a pad of pristine paper in her hands. A Detective from the Discipline Pack, anxious to find out where my mate has vanished to. She looks painfully similar to Lexia too. Despite different facial structure, and her square rimmed glasses, she had the same green eyes and slightly off coloured blonde hair.

She never had time for friends. Then she met George. A talent scout. Well, George was short for Georgina, --a transgender who scouted fresh faces for the modeling industry, kind and sweet. And absolutely street smart. George said Anna's beauty blew her mind away and declared her fresh, exotic, and gifted. Ultimately, the talent scout encouraged her to audition, even though she was really ignorant at that time and out of her depth.

"Marcella Garcia." Shit.