Jacqueline Paige Novels & Stories

Who the hell have the guts to send this video to him? Who the fucking hell have the guts to kidnap his son? Have they forgotten who he is? He is Marco Fabrigas a crime Lord and no one dare him and live to narrate his or her story. He is sure going to make the bastard beg for death. "Dagger." He roared calling his right hand "Yes, boss." Dagger replied moving close to the angry Marco "Where did this damn video come from?" He asked taking a long drag from his tobacco "Boss we tried tracing the video, but it leads to a dead end." He replied bowing his head

Then, narrow-eyed, she saw them talking to O’Grady who had obviously finished his business with the good ladies of Kinksters. Paige sat, downing another drink as her friends watched her warily. They did not doubt that she was in a temper. So when she saw the woman step out elegantly, in a tight black dress that showed off all her curves and head to the Ladies’ with St Just who was chaperoning her, Paige knew what she was going to do. She fumbled in her large Gucci handbag and made sure she had her little knife with her. She rose to her feet, lurching slightly.

“You’ll need this. It holds dried herbs for energy, a charm for protection, and something else.” She turned toward the back of the house and whistled. A sound like paws padded against the wooden floor, and then, I heard the bark of a dog. “This is Jasmine,” Camellia said. “She’s not an ordinary dog. She was bred by the ancient watchers of the land. She knows the way. She’ll guide you and protect you.” Jasmine came closer and pressed her head gently against my thigh. I reached down to touch her, and a strange warmth ran up my hand and settled into my chest. It wasn’t frightening. It was... grounding.

Jacqueline said and ended the call. "Why this sudden interest in this new strange girl, Ethan?' Jacqueline thought. She grabbed her robe from behind the chair and put it on. She looked around to ensure she was not leaving anything behind before heading back to the main house. She was alone in the house, as her father had left for a meeting with some group of people. A business deal he had told her. She went to her room and quickly took a shower. She returned to her bedroom from the bathroom and quickly found herself a nice dress which hugged her body and showed all her curves. She applied some make-up and curled her hair, leaving it to flow down her back like a fall. She opened her jewellery

He smiled. The older lady chuckled, “I will get that ready for you.” I guess Mr. Adolphus had ordered for us. “So, do you mind if I get to know your friends?” He asked Lucas. He shrugged, “only if they want to.” “Let us start with you, young lady, Paige?” He pointed to her. Paige giggled, “Yes, Paige.” She started playing with her hair. “I don't think there is much for me to say. I am just good friends with your son; I'm a witch, and we started this trip hoping to visit a lot of major cities.”

Jacqueline's superiority complex is impressive in its size. “It matters. We will be doing interviews, introductions, and presentations on the competition in the coming weeks. The marketing is centred on House Corbin supporting young female designers like you once were, ones who need exposure and opportunity.” The Fashion Females Under 25 competition might have been his idea, but Jacqueline is the public face of it. Jackson was suddenly worried that she will use and manipulate these women, perhaps take advantage of their creativity and leave them empty-handed. It’s an idea that he had not previously considered. Jacqueline is cold and austere, but honourable in her arrogance. But she is also p

She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married. “its nice to finally meet you Camila, I apologize for missing your engagement party, I had business in Africa” he said shaking my hand. “uh..yeah,..its fine” I stuttered, giving Kylie a murderous glare. “OK, I need you to pick out a gown for Camila’ She said, then turned to me “he’s a fashion designer”.Jason walked off and I glared at Kylie. “did you forget to tell me that you were married?” I whisper yelled at her.

"Excuse me? Babysitting?" "Yes. Babysitting," she stood her ground. "If I have to keep tabs on you during major events like this, then it's babysitting!" Tim rolled his eyes, a familiar fondness tugging at the corners of his mouth despite the tension. This was the dance they did. Tim was the visionary, the one who saw the drapes of a fabric and the curve of a silhouette before they even existed. He was the soul of the brand. But Jacqueline? Jacqueline was the engine. She was the strategist, the technical mastermind who took Tim’s ethereal ideas and hammered them into a reality that the fashion world could actually buy. Together, they made up a formidable combination—two titans of power who w

" Jackie's eyes filled with rage as she spun around, almost toppling over in the process. I turned around too, taking in the firecracker of a female who had somehow managed to find me. Paige's hair was pulled back into a braid, her arms crossed over her chest revealing her bruised hands, the only sign that she had been in some kind of altercation in the last few days.

The woman once again gazed intently at her reflection. “You are still beautiful! No matter what.” She consoled herself. The agony of that experience was too difficult to handle. Sofia wanted to cease thinking about her past but it continued haunting her. Even though she already changed her name just to forget who she truly was, but she could not deny the truth that she was Clarissa Gonzales, the infamous beauty queen who was dethroned, maligned, and was defamed by the public due to a scandal that ruined everything about her.