Jacqueline Paige Novels & Stories

Nathan told his assistant, Paige who chuckled lightly and nodded in agreement. All through the morning, Jacqueline had not stopped talking about the new model and was all excited about her meeting. Nathan had never anticipated meeting someone as much as he did this new model thanks to Jacqueline. Thirty minutes later, Paige barged into his office smiling from ear to ear. “She has returned! Jacqueline is here!” She announced happily. “Was she successful?” He asked anxiously, hoping she was. He knew how much Jacqueline wanted to work with this model and he knew that if she wasn’t successful, she would be down for days.

'This woman… She looks so much like Fiona! Back in the past, Fiona basically wanted Joshua to make her his fake girlfriend, in exchange that she would donate her bone marrow to Nigel. All that, and she persistently caused trouble between her and Joshua. Although she eventually fell to her death down the cliff, Luna remembered this face after all the harm she caused to Luna. 'Adrian's wife looks dangerously like her. Is it a coincidence, or…' Joshua thought after glancing over Jacqueline's information. From the information, Jacqueline was five years older than Fiona, but she was from the same city as Fiona.

Zane pov. I stood by the doorway, my hand still on the knob, listening. I hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, it just happened. Her voice carried through the silence, low and tense. Paige’s mocking tone cut through it like a knife. “Tell me, Jessica,” Paige said, voice filled with venom. “Does it still sting that you never got to be Luna? That even if you were, you’d still be the same weak, pathetic omega who begs for a little attention?”

Jacqueline stroked her partner's shoulder as she broke the kiss and chuckled: "You enjoyed humiliating me. Now my saliva is all over your mouth because your husband is so useless that you have to do what Mademoiselle Stephanie wants to get some money." "For your information, I'm doing this because I like Stephanie very much. I wouldn't be nasty if I were you since there are cameras recording us." "Oh, no, there are no cameras in mademoiselle's bedroom once we're performing intimate acts," Jacqueline replied with a snide smile. "No cameras, you fucking slut?" Julie felt free to speak her mind." You know how much I hate you, don't you?"

"Lilibeth, stop making Hank angry. He normally treats you so well and buys you clothes and purses. Just take my place in the shark tank this once and treat this as paying him back. Besides, you scrub and mop the deck all day, so you must have some very steady footing. There's no way you'll slip." The trust-fund kids around us also joined in and started to make a scene. "Yeah, that's right! Why is a cleaner acting so proud?" "Get down there already. Don't ruin the show for all of us!" I looked at all the well-dressed fools around me as I scoffed. If this were a year ago, I would have tied up every one of them and hung them from the mast to let them taste the sea breeze. My name was Lilibeth B

The answer is simple. Clean. Exactly what she expects. But that is not why I am here. My expression shifts slightly. Subtle. Controlled. “But you will stop.” Her smile falters. Only for a second. “Stop?” she repeats softly. “Yes.” I do not look away. “If the Queen Mother finds out, she will not take it lightly.” That is the truth. One of them. Lila studies me carefully now. More closely than before. “As long as she does not know, there is no problem,” she says.

Jacqueline's POV ​Who could that be? We… I wasn't expecting anyone. I don't know about Alex. ​He went to get the door. Two women walked in. One a little older than me, and the other should be around my age. The older woman was dressed in a shirt and skirt, while the younger one was dressed in a plain top and jean trousers that hugged her curves tightly. Her hair-do and make-up seemed too flashy. I have a feeling she has an ulterior motive.

- Ariana Grande - Laila is 22 years old in the present - Laila "Please don't kill me I have kids and a wife to feed every day" I shook my head, I love hearing their pleas for begging mercy for their lives when they are defenseless. I look innocent when looking for my prey, but they never knew that they were encountering a deal with the reina de los muertos. I am a hired assassin at night, and at the day I am a doctor of physical therapy at one of the prestigious hospitals in New York. After graduating valedictorian of our batch in Physical Therapy I was immediately offered jobs but also met with my boyfriend pounding on someone in his bed, I guess he can't wait for me to give my virginity to

She nodded her head, saying, “That would be perfect if I had my own designer and keep your name anonymous. I don’t want people stealing from me.” Mario went quiet as he looked through the poster ideas and a thought popped into his head. He lifted his gaze over to her and saw that she was looking out of the window and said, “Queen, I know this is all pretend, but I was wondering if you know about Emilia De Vicci?” Daphnée turned to him with a confused look on her face and shook her head. Alessandro licked his lips, trying to hide his smile after hearing Mario’s words. “She’s the boss’s girlfriend and I do not think she knows about you,” he said almost timidly.