Novel & Cerita Jane Marwood Stories

"What are you? A garbage collector?" "Not exactly, Jane, but you can talk to me, woman to woman. What's troubling you?" Jane sighed. "Caleb was being an asshole today." "Caleb Lockwood? That's your husband?" "More like my fake husband," Jane rolled her eyes. Biance leaned in even closer with piqued interest. This was good news to her, and she was happy that Jane was drunk. The best of secrets are always leaked when people get drunk. "Fake, huh?" She asked, hungry for more details.

she spun around with a smile. "Every wolf here has a sad story about being raped, abused, stolen from their true lives, grieving over lost one who was murdered before them, and many more but Arkane has the saddest story. His painful stories are written under his apparel like words in a book only a language he and his oppressor can understand," Jane's green eyes stared into mine sadly. Arkane returned. Jane and I attention went to him. He was soaked in the rain. I watched Jane as she ran to him.

Mary's pov. In the silence that enveloped my world, the intrusion of the bank unfolded just a fortnight after bidding farewell to my husband. It seized whatever remnants lingered, serving as a stark reminder of financial struggles and the unspoken weight of a loan I had undertaken to settle Johnson's medical bills. This was a concealed truth I opted to keep hidden from the prying eyes of the Wilsons at first. Before this incident, Jane and I had immersed ourselves in countless romantic escapades. However, an unsettling realization dawned upon me – the reciprocity in our interactions had shifted. The vibrant vibes I once shared with Jane seemed to fade, leaving a disconcerting void within me.

"This is unbelievable! I'm going to take a walk outside. I need to breathe. This is a lot, and I'm upset she used you like that." I nodded my head in response before he turned and walked out. Jane Andrew seemed to have gone out so sitting outside and reading was my next option to get my mind off Prince. Mirror image by Sandra Brown. It was so captivating ... When was this woman going to tell her husband, who is not her husband, that his bitch of a wife died in a plane crash? They are not even having sex. She is just trying to do everything to please him. I understand that he might not believe her, but telling him would uncomplicate things and make life-

The false security surrounding the notes had somehow disappeared within the last hour, and Jane could see them for what they were: love letters written by a man that no longer deserved the love of the woman that they were given to. The fire happily licked up the smooth edges of the words of lost love, and with each letter she threw in, Jane felt a piece of herself break off until a new her emerged from the salty ashes of her tears. She was more than a power hugry woman, more than Alexander Wisdom wife. Jane was a Omega and a mother, and she'd be damned if she let her husband take that away from her. **********

“Not long. I didn’t meet Dad at home.” Maria sighed. “Mmm. That girl—you said she’s Damien’s wife. Did you say she’s an orphan?” Mason nodded. Maria hesitated before shaking her head. “No, it’s nothing.” But the name her husband had called that day… she had met a woman once when she was pregnant. Was this just a coincidence? “Please send a decline letter to the elite women’s meeting on my behalf,” Maria said before lying down to relax. Mason nodded, then stood up and walked to his father’s study. As he entered, he moved to the desk and reached for the laptop—only for his eyes to land on a file labeled “Jane.”

“I don’t like beating around the bush I prefer going back to the starting line. Years back you shot a woman at a stadium in New York, you were arrested, jailed but got bailed out by the popular drug dealer, Alasdair Aindreas.” “I had no option, I was pregnant I needed shelter.” “And you made a soul, lifeless.” “I’m so sorry,” Jane busted into tears, “I was stupid.” Mary walked to the woman, a little smirk glued to her face. “I can help you, but you’ll have to help yourself.” “How?” Jane replied more sorrowfully than the other. “You walk as an event planner for Fred’s Manchester’s wedding, right?” Jane nodded, her eyes trying to unravel what was going on in the lady’s mind. “Yes!”

POV MARIUS Had she gone mad? Jane had dark almond shaped eyes, curly hair, and a small face. She was tiny in every way, yet her chin was lifted and her body firm. She didn’t seem afraid at all; on the contrary, a spark of challenge shone in her eyes, calling me. How, by the goddess, could she dare challenge me like this? Her finger was thin, small, fragile like breaking a twig: easy, quick, and satisfying, considering she was daring me to do it.

Sandra and I went back as fast as possible to the reception. I was sweating as my life was under threat. Moreover, as I continued my work I became distracted. Endrick was busy with another girl and he wanted me to sign a marriage contract for what sake.Is it because I am not very okay with some kind of decision that I make so this made me very vulnerable? My emotions were being played with by Endrick.

Her rainbow eyes revealed mischief but she exhaled in relief and took a look at the remaining green bottle in her hand before whispering some words and materializing. Jane took an evening bath and got herself ready to meet her mysterious husband. She had received a call from Mister Paul earlier reminding her not to be late. She took a cab and went to Old Madam Ryan's mansion. It seemed like everyone around was already aware of her new status as she was being referred to as Young Madam. She got to the sitting room and met the Matriarch seated on a huge chair with a magazine in her hands. She was flipping the pages when she noticed Jane walking in timidly. She beamed at her.