Janel Parrish Ethnicity Novels & Stories

she asked and luckily for me she had a bottle of booze which she thrust into my hands and I accepted gratefully. “It was a disaster.” I took a swig, grimacing at the burn in my throat but welcoming it regardless. “What the hell happened Jessica, you look really - sad.” I sighed in response, taking another large sip because I wanted to feel the effects immediately, “Parrish’s family is so messed up – I mean his dad is a cheat and his mom is a raging feminist who hates every creature with a dick including her son.” “What?! I mean why?” “She literally spent the whole dinner talking about how much she hates men and how she wished she had a girl child instead – ”

He glanced around, awaiting a response. Gamma Jannel is a captivating figure, a black she-wolf with a long, lean build that carries just the right amount of muscle. Her short Afro hair accentuates her strong, chiseled facial features that convey both authority and elegance. She bears a striking resemblance to the iconic Grace Jones, rarely smiles, and is continually absorbed in her work. Her presence commands respect and often gives chills to those who encounter her.

They all said and I cringed seeing that some of it got on Janelle and Joanne who were sitting on a small couch. " I'm sorry! I just don't like that boy" " She has a reflex repulsive reaction to hearing Nate's name" Rachel said as she got up to give them napkins to clean up. " Sorry" " It's ok, I'll forgive you. It's not like I wash my clothes by myself anyway." Janelle said. They were fraternal twin sisters, born to an African politician in Ghana, and have lived all their lives in America. " Why don't you like Nate?" Joanne asked.

“You're sure you aren't gay? I mean, I will support you either way.” He winks at her. “Years of teaching girls how I like and want it has done me wonders.” Janelle rolls her eyes as she finishes her makeup. “This is exactly why I call you a whore.” I turn to see her straighten herself from her seat. Janelle's blonde hair cascades in soft waves, framing her face elegantly. Her eyes, a mesmerizing blend of black and brown, hold a captivating gaze that draws you in. Her lips painted a deep and bold red, exuding confidence and allure.

Tope said. Janelle took a good look at her and it wasn't hard to know that her caked up face wasn't hard to notice. Her nails looked like she had sharpened them this morning. Her outfit would look good on a whore and she had tattoos all over her arms. That was new. "Excuse you?" Tara asked. "Colleague is too neat for you, honey. The next time you call me your colleague, I'll make sure its the last thing you remember."

I replied. I know for a fact that Janelle’s side isn’t Russian. Her entire family is Scottish or Scandanavian. There might be hint of German in there, but that is it. We did find a family tree of sorts in one of those boxes. There were no names but there were initials of people and what country they were from. Not one was from Russia. I don’t think this had anything to do with Taelin’s fathers' side either. Yes, he is of Russian descent and his family promised Xade’s first-born daughter to Claire’s family, but I have a gut feeling there is more to it than that.

I was deep in thought when Dargok entered, "ohhh so fast, thought it would take you a whole lot of time. Anyways I know you're smarter than this, so what did you find out", I asked him. "Janelle Parker, the daughter of Mr and Mrs Mark Parker, she's the first and only daughter of the couple. She has a younger brother whose name is Diaz Parker, a highschool student actually. She just clocked twenty years last month, which was August, she's actually a college student. Her family lives in Kingston the capital of Jamaica, her father is a retired airforce officer.

When Janelle opened the door, Allen stood at the door. When she saw Janelle, she couldn't help but say, "Janelle, you're so beautiful." Janelle glanced at her. "Was I ugly before?" “No." Allen looked her up and down all the time, and there was a hint of amazement in her light blue eyes. Allen was a native of Argan, but she learned English language when she was at school. This was why Mrs. Williamson would bring her here to help Janelle. Allen could speak English well so she would be able to adjust to life here.