Janedoewritings Novels & Stories

I was alone, and I had no one else to go to. I sobbed hard until I could no longer feel the pain and the anger that I felt earlier. I became numb. I didn’t know how long I was staring at the trees in front of me, but after crying and weeping hard, I just found myself not feeling anything anymore. I closed my eyes and sighed. Slowly, I stood and walked away. I didn’t know where. I didn’t know what was waiting for me. I didn’t care. After all, I had nothing already. I have no one and nothing to lose.

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“I should thank him.” “Yeah,” Joseph agreed. “I feel a little sorry for him. All I did was witness the deceit and I’m cured of ever wanting a woman.” “At least not for a long time,” Nate said. “Never,” Joseph reiterated. They walked back to their hotel in silence while their minds worked on making lists of what needed to be done before they boarded the train headed for Oklahoma the following afternoon.

📖(✿˶˘ ³˘)~♡ JAIME'S POV (｡❛ᴗ❛｡)📖 I'm currently in the office right now reviewing the manuscripts for publishing. Jericho passes his team works to me, and only three complete the manuscript for this month. But that's ok since we don't rush creative novelists to rush their work. We only give them deadlines as a cut-off for reviewing and publishing.

“spill it.“ I tried sounding as flat as I could so she wouldn't play games. “The thing is...“ she began, adjusting her chair closer to mine.“When I got picked last year, Mrs. Nora Williams had also offered me a job as a maid in her house. But I'd gotten expelled after a week in Greygott high. She'd said it was okay for me to keep my job but I was broken to stick around much longer. When I was leaving, she told me I was free to come back anytime for the job or I could bring a replacement of my choice. “Okay...?“ I drawled, not getting where this talk was leading us to. “Don't you get it?“ “As a matter of fact, I don't.“ “You could go as my replacement!“ she squealed delightedly. I was too sho

Emma stared at her laptop screen, cursor blinking at the top of a blank document titled "Heat Between the Lines - COMPLETE REWRITE." Three days had passed since Jake's devastating critique and his ultimatum about rewriting her entire romantic arc with authentic emotion. Three days of false starts, deleted paragraphs, and the growing certainty that she had no idea how to write the kind of vulnerable, honest romance Jake was demanding.

she teased “It is because you tend to see the good side of people, the good side of situations. You believe that people are not too far gone and they can still be saved. You believe that redemption is for everybody and that is okay, really but Jared! Son of Yale of the Crimson valley and ruler of the quarter, they killed children and that is not okay! They took the lives of kids, remember that!” she said to him

Not even time for a goodbye. "I'm so sorry. I can't began to imagine how much you must be hurting. Is your dad there?" "He's with momma’s brothers in the back. Jared is coming home soon, bringing his wife and their baby with them. Come home, please." Jared was Bethany's older brother, he and Jake having been close from so many years of playing football together. He stood and walked toward the ledge, reaching out and touching it for support. Kari stood quietly to the side, but he couldn't make out her expression. His thoughts were rushing all over the place as a light sweat covered his face.

Everyone thinks Claire "Cindy" Parker is trouble. She's loud, flirty, always at the center of every party, and rumors follow her everywhere. To most people, she's just another girl who loves attention. They don't know the truth. They don't see the pain she hides behind her smile. As Capo of the Chicago Outfit, he's built his name on honor. In a world filled with liars and killers, his word is law. He doesn't sleep around. He doesn't play games. And he has no patience for women like Claire Parker. Or so he thinks. From the moment they meet, they clash. She pushes every one of his buttons. He calls her reckless. She calls him boring. Their arguments are endless, their tempers explosive, an

He taught her how to live. She taught him how to love. *** Everyone called him a monster even the people who were close to him. But I was the only one who saw the troubled man hiding demons from his past. They called him a killing machine; he took lives without a second thought. But he saved mine, he saved me. I had no idea my savior would come in the form of a scarred face, covered in tattoos, who can't—or choose not to—speak a word to me. But I decided to take a risk. I opened the cage where his demons lived and I set them free. And then... I handed my heart to the monster to do as he pleased.