Janet Evanovich Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He had once confessed his love for Nancy and declared his willingness to be her blade, her hound—whatever she needed. Unfortunately, Nancy was deeply in love with Evan, and there was no place in her heart for another man. After that, Nancy heard that Colton had left Inorva to expand the Jenco family's power to Belosi. Both men's voices overlapped in Nancy's mind, and at last, all that was left was Evan's taunting laughter and the disdain on his face for her. Nancy was silent for a while. "Alright. I'll give you a chance, but I want you to work with me to ensure that Evan pays for this. I want him to wish he was never born!

Edwin slowly patted her face and Janet opened her eyes agape. When she noticed it was Edwin, a tear of relief rolled down her eyes and she hugged Edwin’s neck. She was dreaming Alex, Mason, and Jordan wanted to force her when someone came to her rescue. She opened her eyes and, seeing Edwin’s face she found her saving grace and hugged him. “They were touching me. They tried to touch me.” Janet said while hiccupping and hearing her words. Edwin felt like anger was bubbling inside him. He had guessed before what must have happened for her to react like this.

JULIA Ringing. I could hear the ringing in my ears. My body still felt like it was on fire, but then, it became even hotter. I groaned and tossed in my sleep, wanting to escape the heat I was feeling. However, as I opened my eyes, I saw something–someone–whom I didn’t want to escape just yet. My breath got caught in the back of my throat when I saw Evan on top of me. “Wait,” I muttered, seeing how hungry his eyes looked. “Evan,” I said his name, placing my hands on his chest.

Of a white-haired and white-eyed male so unlike his father that no one would ever suspect it. Oh my god. Is he really Xavier Bravlov? "Janette look at me." I do, and I wish I didn't the next minute. I slap my hands over my mouth before I can scream.

I decided to just continue scrolling through the Gistfeed till Adam and Evelyn are back online but then my eyes caught something. Janet Johnson was typing. Oh For crying out loud; no no no, not again. I turned off my network signal connection instantly, powered off my phone and threw it on the next couch. Free me please. Who the hell is Janet Johnson? *-*-*-*-*-*-* To Be Continued

He said, tightening his arms around me even more. "I need to breathe," I let out because he was honestly choking me. "Sorry." He released the hold he had on me, and I sucked in a breath. "What happened?" He asked me once I took in enough air. I explained everything that happened to him, starting from that night when Evie had gone for her hunting to be the new leader. Then to Janet and her readily approval of me to when she just flayed up that morning and threw me out of the house, down to how far she went to sabotage my work. Then, to my days of sleeping over at the cave, out there in the cold, with no proper clothes, with an empty stomach, for a week straight.

The previous night had been more draining than she had expected it to be, the entry of Ethan back into her life with Olivia still by his side, unlike the news she had seen online, had brought back memories that she had hoped would remain buried for life. Janet, who was always to break any silent family gathering, took one more sip of her tea before setting the cup down in a manner that would capture everyone's attention. "Well, that was quite an event, wasn't it? Grace Mitchell looked angelic in your design, Jessica. When am I going to get mine?" she teased her daughter. "She truly was," Ricky added, a reassuring smile on his face as he looked at Jessica. Through it all, he had been there wi

With a cheerful grin, he whispers to me, "Mom, this bin belongs to an award-winning restaurant! The food's fresh and tastes great. Let's bring some back for Dad!" The next day, I put on the cleanest clothes I own and head to that same restaurant, hoping to get hired as a janitor. If I get the job, maybe I can bring home leftovers before they're tossed out. But when I look up, I see Ethan stepping out of a luxury car worth millions. Behind him stands a woman and child, both dressed in designer clothes. I recognize her instantly. She's Mira Alstone, his childhood sweetheart. The restaurant owner gives me an apologetic smile. "Sorry, Ms. Everdeen. Alpha Ethan reserved the whole place for Mira t

“Not constantly, and not invasively. But I wanted to make sure you had backup if you ever needed it. Especially given Evans’ increasingly erratic behavior.” I brace myself for her anger, for accusations of overstepping or being controlling. But instead, she just nods. “Thank you,” she says softly. “For coming. For…” She gestures vaguely at the space where Evans was standing. “For all of it.” Deckard claps me on the shoulder. “Good timing, Lycan Prince. Though I’m a little disappointed we didn’t get to rough him up ourselves.” “There’s still time,” Martin mutters darkly. “If he shows up here again—”

If she were dead, Marcus couldn’t blame me or force me to marry her. But I didn’t like that thought for a second. I wanted her alive. I wanted to marry her. And that sucked ass! “Are you done?” I heard a sweet voice and I turned toward the door. Evie was standing with a wicked smirk. “This is my room. You need to knock — unless your mind and plans are dirty.” She shrugged. “Not like you mind me.” She welcomed herself inside and sat on the bed while I looked at her with interest. “Why are you here?” I asked.