Gine Novels & Stories

Was this the difference between men's and women’s thinking? “She's fooling around now, and you… still feel sorry for her?” Safan asked sincerely. Ginevra said very seriously, “I feel sorry for her, not for you, okay? She's my only daughter! Besides, she's beautiful, successful in her career, and she’s the most mysterious and powerful top-tier rich woman in Nilus City. She can do whatever she wants! I just feel sorry for her as those young men are getting off too easy! Who knows if they're good-looking or not or whether they are elegant or mature?”

The liquid meets with my already wet hair and soaks my clothed self all over again, partly getting Belvedere wet too. "Much mess made. You should both stop and give up and get dressed before Ciro comes back from school. You know how naggy he is." Belvedere says, interrupting Ginevra from taking another chance to making me have another shot. "Don't think Ciro would appreciate meeting you that way for the first time." Bet Ciro is their kid brother. Never knew my mate had a twin sister and a kid brother. And to say, Ginevra is the fun type. A typical example of the bad bitch that loves having great fun, I bet. And she's really pret

Continued from last part....... Before I could blink, a knife was rushing towards my chest, I had less than a second to grab the blade, stopping its path for my heart. I bit back a groan at the pain of the very sharp blade cutting into my palm but I held on firmly. Enraged, ice blue eyes framed by dark runny mascara met my gaze. Elliott. She let out a small cry and pressed harder, trying her absolute best to get the knife into my chest while I held on, the blade cutting deeper into my palm, blood ran down my arm and dripped onto the floor, the only sound in the room apart from our breathing.

But as she slowly entered that door, to see her mother linked to the several tubes, she was so easy to break into tears. She knew life was bound to completely drift from her mother's eyes but as much as she had prepared for that day, she still showed up, seemingly unready. Her mother, Gina, was a woman, so hard to resist, with a heart so wide, wide enough that she believed in the redemption of her husband. Michael. They both did. He showed up soon after, with red eyes and a pungent stench of cigarette smoke as he staggered to her bed side. Gina suffered from a terminal breast cancer that was bound to take her life, but they believed they had hope. They believed they had alot of things. Time.

"Lady Aphrodite is going to be a mother, the mother of Master Abigor's children. Can you imagine how beautiful their children will be?" "Those babes will be a mix of black and white. I have never seen those before." "You know what, you are correct, Violet, I have seen none neither." "Have the both of you been living under rocks that you have never seen a coloured? There are plenty of them. Many of them are house slaves and educated." "I was tended to by a coloured doctor when I was giving birth." "Coraline, you have a babe?" "She has two, dimwit, keep up with the times she comes to work with a big belly."

Ginnie** “I came to remind you of your place, human.” Her voice echoes with a sharp edge as she steps closer, the sound of her heels clicking softly against the worn floorboards. “You see, I’ve been patient... I’ve watched you slink around this villa as if you belong here. I stood at that altar in white while you stole what was mine. And now?”

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

The pain stung badly. Giordana pushed past me with hasty steps and some seconds later the sharp light reflected on my figure. I heard her footsteps approaching me until she stopped in my front. On seeing my face, a flash of recognition passed her eyes. She screamed again when her gaze wandered downwards. I followed her line of sight and was met with a view of the crimson liquid seeping from the wound. On lifting my head to stare at her, I saw a carving knife in her hand stained with blood.

She just wanted to get her attention as the new white pretty girl. Arlene got out of the car in anger, she slammed the door so hard, not minding if she broke a thing, and then she went ahead to tear the paper she was holding in shreds. After that she threw it inside the car and walked off to the school premises. The security guards at the gate opened the side gate when she approached them and showed her ID. Arlene was so angry, she vowed never to speak to Faith, the gate was a little bit far from that of the hostels, and everywhere was already dark. She’d have to walk down to her hostel in the eerie atmosphere around her. She put on her flash light and walked briskly towards the hostel. Half

Celine asked. “ you look pretty as always my princess” Cyril replied. And then there was a knock on the door. “ I think Sir Caleb is here ” Cyril said as I she dropped the comb on the table going to open the door. “ wait ” Celine stopped Cyril just before she could open the door. “ yes my princess” . “ how do I look again I'm nervous ” Celine asked again and Cyril smiled. “ you'll always be pretty my princess” Cyril replied when the person on the door knocked again the second time this time harder.