Jane Villanueva Book Novels & Stories

It seemed old, it seemed to be some kind of notebook with very old writing to it, as if it has been months since it was last updated in regards of the contents. Crystal gingerly took the book in her hands, slightly glancing over by the door and listening around to ensure that the woman would not suddenly return and catch her snooping on something private. Well, blame the book for sticking out in such an obvious place then. She opened the notebook, skimming through the contents with her immersive reading speed. It took her only a few seconds to realize that this was no ordinary notebook. This was one heck of a diary written by the one and only, Harold Villanueva.

Villin’s arm. While Mrs. Villin holds her hand and forced it to let go. She holds Jane’s shoulders and told her, “Tell Bria that I love her so much. And I will never leave her alone. Now, go! Go away! Don’t you dare look back, Jane!” She made Jane turn around and push her that made Jane run on her feet. She runs as fast as she can against her will. She was crying so much, she wants to go back and save Mrs. Villin but she heard her screams to never look back. As she felt exhausted, she immediately get her phone and call the police. But as soon as the police arrived at the place, it was too late. Mrs. Villin was unconsciously lying on the ground flooded with blood and her things were missing.

Nothing about it was fair any more. These past few years Jane had begun to accept the fact that she wasn't one of the Waleskis. And she had started writing a book called the Unfair Life of Jane, Plain, and Short. It wasn't a real book, just a list of experiences and even that made Jane wonder whether the universe had something in the particular against her. For example:

The evil one yelled impatiently, tired of Janice slow-reveal. Vivian face-palms herself sighing loudly... "She means. I didn't take the book. Instead I was making use of your pen." "Those two weeks you thought I was using to watch you closely and pick the perfect time to steal the book, I was actually using it to write a novel. And you were featured in it." Vivian breathes out as she came to a stop. "You should also know the book ends with you dying." Vivian added with ease.

I pushed the door to Miss Lillian's room open once she had called for me to come in. "Miss Lillian, I have someone I want you to meet," I told her, gesturing to Alpha Evan who had entered the room behind me. Miss Lillian looked surprised that I'd brought him along but she quickly got over as she stood up from her bed and approached us. "And who might this be?" Miss Lillian asked, her tone light and teasing. "This is Alpha Evan and Alpha Evan, this is my nanny, Miss Lillian," I said, quickly introducing the two of them.

"It is early yet." Jane jumped a little and slid her phone under her pillow before turning under his arm and snuggling into his side. Jane's resistance to Vlad had melted away with every touch. She tried to tell herself she was making the wrong choice by falling under the heat of his sexual spell, but she couldn't bring herself to regret it. He was a powerful man who knew how to make Jane come alive.?

Isabelle sat in the plush leather chair in Damian’s office, a silent observer in a world she wasn't built for. The city skyline, once a stunning backdrop, now felt like a cage. She watched the news anchors on a muted television screen in the corner, their expressions solemn, their voices a muffled buzz as they discussed the Villareal scandal. The headlines were a relentless assault: Villareal's New Flame? Society's New Sweetheart or a Gold Digger? , The Woman Who Replaced Cassandra. Every word was a knife twist, every speculative comment a blow.

"It's her. I know it's her. And she's here to destroy us." I pulled away. "You're being paranoid." "I'm not! Listen to me!" She was almost screaming now. "You have to fire her. Get her out of the building. Away from us. She's dangerous!" "She's a consultant doing her job." "She's your ex-wife plotting revenge!" "Vivian, Dr. Vale looks nothing like Isla. Isla was plain. Dr. Vale is…" "What? Beautiful? Confident? Everything your first wife wasn't?" Vivian's voice turned vicious. "People can change, Jaxon. Especially when they have three years and a fortune to do it."

Jane. I couldn't wait to get my hands on her. She sold me… To a rapist! "I can explain Jane!" Vishal said to me as I used my hands to push him away, then I ran off while telling him how it felt good to get revenge on him by following me from behind to probably talk to me.

She ran her painted fingernails down Jane’s silken tresses and beamed at Jane’s reflection, admiring the young chestnut haired’s beauty. “You really should consider being a hostess. The pay is much better than serving drinks,” Vanessa toyed with her. Jane’s heart pounded wildly with a strange mixture of hope and revulsion. It would be easy money to bed a few men, and if she was lucky, she might even get to see little Timmy soon. But her blood turned cold and her skin tingled uncomfortably at the thought of having strangers touch her. Being impregnated by an unknown man was more than enough to scar her for a lifetime. Jane hadn’t told anyone this but many a time she would wake up in the middl