Jane Invincible Novels & Stories

"We're human. That's all we are. Humans. All we can do is suffer while they use their strength against us." Jane felt her stomach twist. The answer she had wasn't one she liked. In truth, it disgusted her. Yet it was the only option she had left. "I..." She hesitated before forcing the words out. "I have a way." Valaria raised an eyebrow. "A way to suddenly become stronger?" "No." Jane released a soft sigh. "A way to gain protection." The answer caused Valaria to glance at her. "There is..." Jane paused, searching for the correct word. "A monster willing to protect me."

Home catches out unfinihed business. Winston Barrymore glanced at the clock, remained silent, and continued to look at Jane Hilton. His straightforward and naked eyes could not interfere with the little guy in front of him who was focused on his work. Jane Hilton has a very delicate appearance, with a baby face, big eyes and double eyelids, a straight nose, small lips, and smooth hair. he originally had a bob with bangs, but I didn’t know that Jane Hilton was born with a grudge against the bangs. Anyway, just a little movement will automatically win the points.

The night my girlfriend, Lesley Cohen—whom I've financially supported for years—officially announces her relationship with Archie Gould, the System determines that I have failed my mission and strips me of my "saint's heart". From that moment on, I stop caring about her future and focus entirely on my career, eventually landing a spot among the Fortune 500. However, once I withdraw all financial support, Lesley confronts me with tearful eyes. "You always said that loving someone means giving them everything they want or need without asking for anything in return!" I'm baffled. She is the one who finds my money filthy, so why is she suddenly being so calculating about it now?

A number of friends and potential friends had died defending the Den before the Hellspawn were driven back due in no small part to Jane's wrath. Between the two women who had shared that bed, most would have agreed that Red was more dangerous . . . at least, they would've agreed until the previous night's fight. Red was a second-generation lycanthrope who could morph into a part-human, part-puma hybrid with incredible combat prowess. Jane was a Talent with living hair. It seemed like a silly Talent, until she used that hair to hurl a subway car at her enemies, then beat the attacking Hellspawn to death with their own limbs. Jane was still suffering from emotional issues, and she had taken th

She remains very perfect at what she does, and Nova couldn't be more surprised. Jane slowly advanced towards Nova and eventually got close to her ears. “I'll love to watch you try to get away from this,” Jane smirked as she quickly allowed herself to slip off to the ground. Jane was so good that she made it look like Nova pushed her off. There was no explanation Nova was going to give to justify herself. Nova's eyes widened as she watched Hane on the ground. She couldn't believe that Jane would go as far as hurting herself to achieve such. Nova found herself drowning in shock as she pondered on what had just happened before her eyes.

[JANE] Rov has always had this enchanting charm and an incredibly sweet nature toward me. She's like the epitome of a classy lady, treating me with so much respect, taking care of me, and always thinking about my well-being. Seriously, anyone who turns her down must be out of their mind. She's like the perfect girlfriend material, with this irresistible charm that just draws you in. And when she narrows her eyes and gives you that radiant smile, it's like the cutest thing ever. Her smile can just melt away all your worries and make you believe that everything's gonna be fine. Being around her just makes me feel so relaxed and comfortable.

Lily grabbed Jane’s hair and slammed her head viciously onto the car door. Jane endured the pain as best as she could, not letting out a single cry of pain however overwhelming it was. This was what she learned from Sabrina, which was to stay calm regardless in the face of fear or favor. Even though she was literally being stepped under someone’s feet right now, she still had the unyielding strength of the weak. Jane said calmly, “I was his servant for almost ten years, my yearly salary is saved in that card. You can’t take all of it away just because the password is your birthday. I, Jane Sheen, have the right to survive!”

She was wrestled down, restricted, and dragged to their waiting getaway car with hereditary hands in cuffs, face soaked in tears smearing her makeup and quivering lips blabbing away endless pleas. A while ago, she was on the way to her office scanning through some documents with absolutely nothing to fidget about, now it seemed her haughty spoiled rich kid life was about to fall to pieces. Her name is Jane and she is a 25-year-old accountant, an only child to Mr. and Mrs. Morrison, meaning she was next in line to inherit her parents' wealth. She is a modelled blonde with an envied structure that fits curvy hips into long flawless legs, a slightly chiselled jaw, and sky-blue eyes that people

Maeve raised her leg, breaking Jane’s chest and ribs with her feet. Everyone could hear a loud crunch as Jane breathed her last. Maeve looked around, and she was the only person on the field. She blinked out the tears. She has never killed so many people at once, but she doesn’t regret it. They looked down at her; they thought she wouldn’t be able to fight because her parents are dead, so that makes her weak, but that is in fact her strength.

“You feed me. Every strike. Every wound. Every act of resistance. I am the abyss.” “Kane—” Caitlyn whispered. “We have to finish it. Now.” Kane looked up. His nose bled. His fingers were blue. But he nodded. And together, they turned toward the ritual circle. “Mom…” Kane whispered. “I don’t know the words.” “I do,” came a voice behind them. Caitlyn spun around. And there—glowing faintly, feet barely touching the ground— Was Jane. Her hair was down. Her little hands clasped. Her eyes were bright silver, not like Kane’s—pure, still, innocent.