Jacqueline Paige Books Novels & Stories

Splash! At the bank of the river that calmly flowed in its stream, a figure could be seen squatting and washing their face. Her long brown curly short hair swept her shoulder blades at every move, highlighting her tall slender figure in a leather jacket worn over a crop top and tight jean and a pair of boots. Her brown iris moved around swiftly with a hint of rage and insecurity. It was Paige! After being exiled from the Moonblood pack by Jason, she had been left without a home and a place to stay but to wander about the wilderness. Allbalome to fend for herself as a rogue without a pack.

When she sees his name she calls him but he didn’t pick up at the first ring, he later picked up the call at the call at the third ring. ‘Hello Mr. Joshua’ she says with a neutral tone. ‘what do you want Mafia queen, I have given you your money’ he says angrily ‘I don’t care about what you do, and Mr. sawyer’s head don’t scare me, besides I’m one of the most powerful men in New York and you can do me no harm’. ‘Really?’ Lisa asks smiling devilishly ‘and who the hell told you that… the dead people I’ve killed, oh Mr. Joshua you’re playing with fire and that fire will burn you alive’

“I’m so sorry I wasn’t there. My name is Paige, and we’re all headed back to my shelter in the States. I’ll get you all home from there.” I studied her for a long moment. She didn’t have the military bearing of a lot of the tactical men, but I could see slivers of scars peeking out from under her clothes, and she looked certain. She looked ballsy. “Zahur is dead,” she said. “I killed him myself.” From behind me, women swarmed forward to hug her. Screams and laughter split the air. Predictably, Grace and I hung back. Maybe this Paige was the leader of the operation.

Paige makes a run for it anyway, finding to her disappointment the girl correct when the door doesn’t budge even as she swipes her keycard over it a couple of times. “Alright, I give up,” she finally says after a few more seconds of trying to force the door open to no avail, turning back to face the girl who hasn’t yet moved a muscle from where she stood. “What do you want?” “I need your help, Dr. Houston,” she replies. “You’re the best around here. Your numerous awards and book prove that.” “Wait a second, what book?” Paige quirks an eyebrow, confused. “I just sent my final draft to my editor this week. How would you know what’s in it?”

[Zedd, help me look into this Paige Sawyer. ***

Was there something wrong with that? Chris snorted coldly, said nothing, and continued chatting with James. Paige said, [We aren't that close. You can call me Ms. Quirk, or actually, you should call me Mrs. Jewell.] Paige sat next to Chris, watching him type and chat with James. As she read Chris's words, a sense of despair crept over her. She regretted handing her phone to Chris. James did not reply. Hence, Paige continued the conversation. [I have a question for you. Why don't you want to marry my sister?]

When Quinn finally released her new book, Jake was the first to purchase a million copies that he donated to nursing homes for those who took residence there to pass the time reading Quinn’s book. Jake usually read books about business or different wines and food- normally things that were in line with his company. However, ever since he met this author woman, he had read all sorts of steamy novels and realised that he actually liked them. Was it the woman or the books she wrote that he liked? Jake wasn’t sure… all he knew was that everything about Quinn was interesting to him. He was curious about her… how she thinks… what she likes… her dreams. He wanted to know every little thing about he

The question is, what could it be? Maia looked at the books scattered on the floor. Most of them are books about actors and the art of acting. She picked up all of the books and put them on the desk. “We’re leaving,” she said. “Did you find some clues, Ms. Maia?” “I was too late.” Given the room's state, the person who broke in before her must’ve gotten his hands on the clues if there ever was one. It was like what Paige said. "Celia is a pitiful person. I'll buy a few more copies of ‘An Actor Prepares' and place them on her tombstone. That's her favorite book."

“How’s the pain?” “I’ll live.” I grunted as I picked up the books she had dropped to distract myself from the pain of her checking over my injuries. “I found those on Stephanie’s bookshelf.” She chuckled. “Thought you could use something to keep you busy. I picked that one because the author has my name.” I looked more closely at the books she had brought, chuckling when I saw that one was titled ‘The Rogue Queen’ by Rory McCauley-Hayman. I waved the second book titled ‘Breaking The Bond’, in the air.

"You can't see people's struggle, Be kind to every mind. So that when they rewind they only find moments of happiness behind them. Don't ever be blind to someone's tortures. Maybe it will also be better for our mankind." [Author] ....... [Jacqueline's POV] I wait with a watchful eye staring at my phone. For some reason, It doesn't ping. Looks like he had other issues to attend to. Of course, he had, it's not like I am paying him to talk to me.