Jane Hopper Novels & Stories

So the following conversation took place: Winston Barrymore: "Jane, you are very courageous. You are the first person who dares to hang up the phone on me." Jane Hilton sneered: "Old man, don't worry, there will definitely be a second person like this in the world." Jane Hilton was right to call him an old man. Jane Hilton is nineteen years old and Winston Barrymore is thirty-seven.

A year after Catherine’s death... I stood in my bar watching the woman dancing in front of me. She was an attractive brunette with curves and a killer ass. I took a drink of my whiskey and kept my eyes on her. I was waiting for my second in command, Jacob, to meet me so we could discuss the problem that needed to be dealt with. The woman walked up to me and pushed her body against mine as she whispered in my ear. “Do you want to go have some fun sexy?” I pushed her off of me.

—to entertain. She looked no older than twenty-five—younger than me. Why did she choose this kind of job? That question somehow bugged me. But those eyes—were big and hypnotizing. I didn’t know if she was using contacts because it was a shade of forest green. Beautiful. Then she stopped talking and stared at the camera. My heart pounded in my chest when it felt like she was staring right back at me. I felt my jaw was slowly falling. Fuck!

The next thing I heard almost made me go mad. "Who the hell do you think you are?!" Annabelle actually wanted to respond to such a person. That would be an insult to her own person. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter," I replied in her stead. The two of them turned sharply. I had no doubt in my mind that Anna would be a fuming mess once we were finished there but I simply could not stand by and watch my own child be insulted by a mere receptionist. Right from the first day I saw her, I did not like the girl but I could not just tell my wife to fire her when she had done nothing wrong. At least not then. Finally, I had laid my eyes on a reason to lay her off the job.

Katherine burst into laughter at the sight before her, both of her parents giving her the dirtiest of looks. Mr. Scott turned around to take a look at his wife but burst into laughter too at seeing his wife Of twenty-three years with egg dripping off of her perfectly pinned up hair, Mrs. Scott soon followed when she saw the raw egg all over her husband's hundred-and-sixty dollar slippers.

Emily Warner, the crazy and happy go lucky side-chick in all of the stories. She is happy that all of her friends met the man of their dreams but she hasn’t. She has never met a man who even remotely loved her. As a kid, she always hoped for a crazy life story like beauty and the beast or toy story or finding nemo. But she worked at a nine to five job, at the age of twenty nine, she was single, while all of her friends were either getting married or pregnant. And there she was sitting in front of the television, eating chips out of her hair.

It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer in Fantasy Island. The hangover would have to wait. Bills didn't pay themselves.

It is understandable to cry when you're daughter is missing like you don't know if they are still alive or what. "If ever someone kidnapped Hilary, what is his or her motive?" I asked myself. It could be money, in telenovelas, kidnappers ask for ransom. Hilary is the only offspring of Helene Brooklyn, the owner of one of the famous and biggest shoes company. "Honey! Food is ready!" mom shouted while carrying a pot. I then sat at the dinner table and look at the food in front of me. My eyes sparkle as I see the 'Sinigang na Hipon'.

The woman in her thirties smiled politely, hanging on my every word. "I'll need shoes too, black preferably.." I paused, distracted by the clicking of a woman's heels on the flooring. I looked around and found myself unable to say another word once I saw who the woman in heels was. Jamie Harris! Fuck!! Not now!! Of all people to walk through this lobby today, it had to be her. I wasn't prepared to see her yet. I've had a long time to think about how I wanted our first conversation to go,but I was jet lagged and my brain wasn't working. I haven't shaved in months.

She looked confident and relaxed, but I knew she was hiding something. I laughed and shrugged. “Well, nothing much. I mean, you already know I’m Jane, I’m married to Rick, the most boring man on earth,” I joked, rolling my eyes. I looked like a typical housewife, but I was more than that. I was a very ambitious woman. “I’ve lived my entire life as a housewife, but I do plan on taking on lots of businesses and lots of properties as well. And guess what? You are going to help me. I want to hire you as my PA,” I said, dropping the bombshell.