Janet Dailey Books Novels & Stories

How will I move her to wherever we decide to go in the end without money? Janet is a bookkeeper who used to earn just enough to feed herself and have a roof over her head, so it’s not like she has a huge stash of cash somewhere that'll help our plight. The thought of all of this, as well as the fear of the unknown, finally forces the tears that I’ve been holding at bay to slip down my cheeks, despite my efforts to keep them in my eyes where they belong. Jeff watches the tear fall, but he doesn't soften or hesitate, not even a little, but then, I wasn't expecting him to.

I was just worried that you my friend will get spoiled by a bad girl, that why I just called to warn you. Richard: Is that so? Janet : Yes of course. So don’t misunderstand my intentions. Richard: Is okay my lady. Janet : Where are you right now? Richard: I’m in Agric department. Without hesitation, Janet quickly stood up and changed into the clothes she wore earlier and walked out the room. She walked to the main road and couldn’t find a taxi for it was very late. She started walking heading towards where Richard told her he was when she saw a vehicle approaching.

"At the facility. She used to read to the younger ones in the common room on Thursday evenings." Caelith felt something move in her chest. A thread pulled from very far back. "The one with the green cardigan." "She had five of the same cardigan," Julian said. "In different shades of green. I don't think she owned any other colour." "She used to read the same three books on rotation," Caelith said slowly, the memory surfacing with the particular clarity of things you haven't thought about in years but find perfectly preserved when you reach for them. "I don't remember the titles. Just that one of them had a red cover and she always did different voices for the characters."

The servant pointed at the clothes, as if saying, "Your clothes are all dirty, please go inside and change quickly." Janet looked down at her clothes and called the truck driver, as if asking why the two barrels of oil were not tightly covered. After a while, Janet detoured into the house to change her clothes. Maybe because it had been a long time, I forgot to call someone to clean the floor. It seemed like all of this happened unintentionally, but Abigail still noticed a hint. Firstly, Janet was Courtney's private nanny and there was absolutely no need for her to help with carrying things.

Given that she was on friendly terms with Rebecca, why had Rebecca not told her the truth? “You must be panicking, right? You probably didn’t expect that you’ll lose the position of chairwoman when you’ve just begun to enjoy it.” Janet smiled complacently and then turned to look at the handsome Shaun. “Mr. Hill, I advise you to stay away from her so that you won’t be dragged into this mess.” Shaun raised his eyebrows indifferently Janet assumed that her words had aroused his interest, so she immediately said, “Willie’s great assistant is a relative of mine. If you come and ask me for help, I’ll certainly lend you a hand.”

"Soon. And I'm afraid it's sooner than we think." "Did you also tell Alpha David?" "Yes. Janet has another plan for Dad." Daryl's forehead creased. "What plan?" "She wants to kill Alpha David and don't ask me why because neither Dad nor I don't know the answer. Janet didn't specify, too, so we can only assume. But she sounded determined." I spoke in one breath before Daryl could ask more about it. I felt sparks ignited from Eliot's touch in my arm and then pulled me to look at him.

The banker, Janet Trumpey, did a double take and then waved to Susan. Susan knew her from years of banking with her. Janet was a small woman, dark brown wavy hair and hazel eyes. Always neatly dressed and very professional, Janet was also known for a kind heart but only after thorough scrutiny and jumping through hoops. She was very empathetic, Susan remembered and hoped she'd consider using the diner and property for collateral, otherwise- "Hi, Susan, come on in." Janet offered her a chair. Susan was always surprised by how clean and uncluttered they kept their desks. There wasn't even a sticky pad to take a note on.

It’s her. Hailey’s mother. She’s standing across from Daniel in the lobby, composed, calm and watching him like she already knows how this ends. My mind moves fast. Why would she meet Daniel? Was she negotiating? Threatening? Warning him? Or was she part of it? A knock hits my office door before I can process further. I don’t answer. The door opens anyway. Janet walks in. Of course she does. She looks exhausted, mascara faintly smudged, hands trembling slightly.

'He wouldn't want to kill me, would he? Everything went silent. Cold, terrified and in pain, Dailey thought about how much she regretted her recent life choices. If only she'd been a little less rude to Drake. Or beat the crap out of Sam for attempting to blackmail her. 'Heck, if you're going to rewrite history you could start by not taking the dumb pictures to start with,' she scolded herself. Shivering, Dailey tried to recall how far the tides came in at night. Was the cold feeling creeping up her sides from the water or was it simply the night air? She couldn't tell anymore. Most of the sensation had gone from both her arms and legs.

He stood, leaving her unfulfilled as he walked out of her room to his. The next morning Janet had breakfast with the friends she developed through Alyssa, Keisha and Kathy on the balcony of the building. Her clients didn’t schedule until around twelve so she had some free time to relax, but the problem was she couldn’t. “Girl what’s got you so riled up today?” Janet looked up from her mimosa at Keisha who spoke to her. “What?” “You keep crossing your legs. You are acting like a cat in heat.” Keisha observed. Rock sipped his mimosa as if trying not to say anything. “What’s going on Janet?” Kathy asked. “All the man meat you get you still aching for some more?”