Jane Villanueva Book Novels & Stories

“This visit was unexpected, I know. I should respect you more and give you space to think of things, but this is who I am, Eve. For you, I’m impatient and selfish. Next time, let’s meet whenever and wherever you want. I’ll meet you there.” He put on his denim, unbuttoned. Exposing the upper part of his rippled chest. He fixed them on as he went out. *** Getting home, Jane wore a pink jumpsuit, resting her back on two giant pillows with her legs on the bed. She was reading ‘EVE’ by Rose George, which was her favourite book on W*****d. Alice had a navy blue culotte dress with her black hair held up in a loose bun. A worried look spread across her freckled face as she stared at Jane.

Ngunit sa kabila ng lahat, may liwanag at pag-asa pa rin siyang nararamdaman sa piling ni Tita Amanda at sa pagbibigay ng bagong pagkakataon sa kanyang kinabukasan sa kamay ng lungsod ng Maynila. Sa mga susunod na kabanata, tuklasin natin kung paano haharapin ni Ella ang bagong yugto ng kanyang buhay sa Maynila at kung paano niya malalampasan ang mga pagsubok na magaganap sa kanyang landas.Chapter 1: Ang Pagmulat ni Ella

“Just because of your interceding, I had spent a good time in prison, Your Highness. I even got this gift for serving you well.” The contents of that bag made me roll my eyes as it was full of romance novels. Jane was a typical girl who was dreaming about her soulmate. So, I didn’t pop her bubble of happiness that my life was a living example of destruction, even after finding an extraordinary mate. Nothing good could happen even after having a mate! Jane shared her experiences in prison and spoke nonstop for the whole night. It was a nice change to hear something else instead of the compromises of mated life. She was a great buddy.

CHAPTER THREE: FORBIDDEN CLUB Jane's POV: I couldn't tell if I was going to puke or faint. The women around me had either resigned themselves to their fate or they paced, and some of them silently cried. I couldn't imagine what they had been through. I could smell their sweat through the cheap perfume they used to cover it up. It was clear that some of the women hadn't bathed in days. How could people treat other human beings this way? I was tapping the heel of my stiletto nervously against the floor. How could my father do this to me?

"But seriously, I couldn't believe this. My lady and His Highness were truly like the main characters of the novel I've read." Seriously? Another novel? I chuckled at her statement. "What novel is it this time?" "The Tyrant's Beloved Doll." I raised my eyebrows at the mention of the scandalous title. "What was that about?" "It was about a princess who tamed her tyrant brother. It was later revealed that he wasn't her brother and they end up together in the end," she explained excitedly. Well, I admitted, it was kinda similar. At least it was better than the one who broke the bed on the first night.

“So stop projecting your insecurities onto her, Neven.” Before I could draw breath to answer, Jane leaned in closer to him, her smile slow and devastating, voice sliding out like warm honey. “I think that’s because he never figured out where the clit was, sweetheart.” She paused just long enough for the words to sink in. “Such a shame, really. And coming from you Neven, you should be ashamed you can't even get a woman wet without begging for directions.” Jane didn’t raise her voice and that softness made it worse and even made every word feel personal.

Thinking idly about everything, she realized that what had brought her inside this game world is that app that someone shared to her during recess. ‘Who was it again?’ Her memories are starting to deteriorate. Jana worried about her state for a long time until Vivien comfortingly divulge that her memories will be carefully constructed back once she returned to reality. ‘I was named Queenie Servantes in my first mission, and that, I am a villain of someone else’s love story.’ ___________

Tonight, Pierce would fall, and Daniel would be free to walk back into the sunlight. I stepped into the café. It was nearly empty, smelling of stale coffee and burnt toast. A woman sat in a corner booth, a laptop open in front of her. She was older, with sharp, intelligent eyes and a silver streak in her dark hair that made her look like she had seen everything and feared nothing. This was Sarah Vance, the woman who had brought down governors and dismantled cartels. "Jane Riley?" she asked, her voice like sandpaper on silk. She didn't offer a handshake. She just gestured to the seat across from her.

said the woman who looked like she'd been denied a lollipop earlier. "She's a famous artist and model in the U.S., so we should probably prepare because otherwise, our family will look foolish in the media. Think about it," said a woman who couldn't speak earlier because she was in a hurry to eat. "I'm full already. I'll go ahead of you. Bye," she said, taking her bag from the other table. This is the Villanueva family. Respected and recognized in the business world. Jan is the eldest of their five siblings. He's intelligent and could possibly follow in their father's footsteps.

… The next day, Liam left for work as usual at 6:00 am. Once he was gone, I dropped Ezra off with a friend and headed to Cloudridge Villa alone. The villa looked like something out of a fairy tale, with a yard on the ground floor, a terrace on the second, and a sunroom on the third. It even came with a basement. It was a house I had never dared to imagine owning. Soon, the door opened, and Matilda appeared, holding the hand of a little girl in a private school uniform. She herself was impeccably dressed.