Jackie Collins Books Novels & Stories

But surprisingly, someone notice it and even replied to it. "Let me be that someone then." He reads. He cant help but to laugh out loud. Who would have wrote that? Grinning to himself, he look for a sharp stone and wrote something on the same tree once again. 'Then lets meet each other and be together...' *+* A/N And that it! The Misadventures Of Anastasia Collins is finally done! Horay! I wanted to say many thank you to everyone who made it until the end. Thank you for joining Anastasia's adventure. I love you all.

Quincy said as he clinked glasses with Collin. Collin chuckled. “It’s all thanks to Joanne that I met you, Mr. Quincy. I’m grateful to her, but I will never love her. Next time, come to Hurricane Media for a detailed discussion. I’ll introduce my partner to you.” Mr. Quincy nodded. “Good, I look forward to our cooperation.” Although Joanne was speaking with her father, her eyes remained fixed on Collin. When she saw him finish talking with Mr. Quincy and preparing to leave, she noticed that Jessica’s group was also waiting for him, ready to leave at any moment.

Chapter 23 Tammie watched as Collins strolled in with a journal in his hands, but like always, she ignored him and continued brewing her coffee. His actions yesterday had surprised her, and the fact that he got jealous over a man's jacket alone was annoying. She mixed her coffee with a spoon and walked towards the couch, “You're back.” That was all she said, and Collins nodded stiffly, still thinking about the first sentence written in that journal.

She also had some Jackie Collins novels hidden beneath the mattress and she thought it would be a good idea to go back and review the steamier bits. Her father, Bob, disapproved of “that garbage,” which was why the books were hidden. Miranda thought he was probably just jealous that other people—even if they were fictional characters—were getting laid when he wasn’t. She figured that Bob and Janice hadn’t had sex since Janice got pregnant.

His eyes were cold, observant, and piercing, sweeping across the hall with quiet authority. “Jack Collins?” voices rose in unison from different corners of the hall, disbelief thick in the air. Whispers followed immediately, overlapping each other in a restless wave. “That’s Jack Collins.” “He’s really here?” “He’s one of the top elites in New York, on par with William Austin.” A woman leaned toward her companion, lowering her voice but failing to hide her excitement. “He recently partnered with Hurst Corp. His influence has doubled this year alone. What would someone like him be doing here?”

“You have the most beautiful breasts. I want to kiss them… and after worship every inch of you.” He lifted Jackie into his arms and carried her to the bed. Gently removing her shirt, he laid her down and trailed kisses across her firm, full breasts before taking her nipple into his mouth. Jackie moaned softly, threading her fingers through his hair. “You are so hot,” Colin whispered huskily. “And brave, and smart, and funny.” His kisses trailed lower and lower, brushing her inner thighs. “You are incredible, and I’m the happiest wolf alive that you’re mine.”

“You bribed them to fake the test, right? You paid them off!” “No. I just swapped the rubber. You worked in my house so long—didn’t you notice I only use a certain brand?” I asked. “You took a different brand. I picked that out for you.” I added, “By the way, Don killed that debt collector. He’s been sentenced to death. “You’re about to get out soon. Who knows if those people will come after you? And with that huge debt, you could spend your whole life selling yourself and still never pay it off.”

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"Wow, today is my lucky day! I found a fancy jacket in a recycling bin near some expensive houses! "It was dirty and smoky, but it looked expensive. "I'll clean it up, and it'll be perfect for my Frank." Someone in the group said, "That jacket belonged to an old man, the father of a wealthy coal company owner. They were clearing out his old stuff after he passed away. I didn't even dare to touch it!" "Stuff from someone who's passed away? Who knows if it's got germs on it? How could you let your son wear it?"

"She knew about everything, and you trusted her? Do you have any idea how much those materials are worth? And you’re telling me you’re playing games with your ex?" Jace’s voice was sharp as he spoke. "Do you even realize what you’re saying right now? You’re talking about risking everything—your wife, your career, everything—for a damn game? Do you have any idea what you’ve put at stake?" "I’m sorry, bro," Collins muttered, his shoulders slumped. "I just thought that if I brought her into it, her father and brother could help us. I thought I was making the right move."