Romans & histoires Janette Oke Books

She walked over to us with a fake smile and knelt in front of the kid, pushing me away. "I am Janette. Call me Jane," she said, giving me a side glance. "We won't meet much cause I am a beta, and you are an omega. But I am pretty sure you will meet this little mute twig every day for the rest of your life," she said, twirling the tip of her hair, which was tied back to a high ponytail. The little omega girl's attention shifted to me. However, Jane had to go when an alpha called her for something. I just rolled my eyes at the way she walked and turned to the little girl.

095. Janette took a step back, tightening her hold on Ethan’s small hand as she looked between the men in suits and Dean. “You’re mistaken,” she said, her voice firm despite the racing of her heart. “I’m not anyone’s heiress. My name is Janette—just Janette.” Who the heck were this people? And what was her business with Blackwood or the Blackwoods they were talking about? Dean smiled softly, his eyes filled with a quiet patience. “I understand this is a lot to take in. But you bear the butterfly tattoo on your right shoulder, do you not?”

I can smell anxiety from her so when we get to the car, I motion for Axel to give us a few minutes alone. When I get into the car, Janette is already seated and I take a look at what she's dressed in. Jeans and a simple deep pink shirt. Her hair has been swept back and tied behind her hair with a band. She looks cute in a strange way, the only thing that's missing is a bag and her glasses. "You don't need your glasses, I'm guessing?" She shakes her head. "No Mr. Bravlov, I mean Ayden. I'm fine like this."

Janette rolled her eyes and turned back to me, a sly grin spreading across her face. “Aren’t gonna go see your sweetheart, brother? She must be waiting for you,” she said. I raised an eyebrow, sensing that Janette was trying to tell me something. I closed my eyes slightly, my gaze locked on hers. “What did you do, Janette?” I asked, my tone cautious. She shrugged, her grin growing wider. “nothing, we just had a very long conversation,” She said as her eyes sparkled with mischief. I stared at her, trying to figure out what she and Brianne could possibly have discussed.

Janet made one last walk through the childhood house, where Connor lived with her mother, Olivia. The house held no memories or emotions for her, as she was unaware of the tears her mother had once shed there. As she gazed at the library, she wondered if Connor ever had a chance to read any of them. “Probably, it’s Mom’s collection.” She was about to pick out a book when Do Yoon interrupted her with papers. “Here, sign, please.” Janet took the file, signed it without hesitation, and after a final glance, she slipped on her sunglasses and left the house, never to return.

I had felt them, fragile and alive. I had whispered promises to them in the dark. I had been ready to lose everything for them. And I almost did. “Oh, please, Janette,” Octavia suddenly snapped, her voice regaining some strength. “Don’t act innocent now. Since I’ve been exposed for all my wrongs, why don’t we talk about yours? Should we tell everyone what you did to your late husband?” The room went still. Janette rose slowly from her chair. Her expression changed completely. The shock was gone, replaced with fury.

“Mistakes? Megan, these are not mistakes. These are conscious decisions she made for fragile fame and success. Don’t let her fool you; she’s a snake.” Janette, sensing that I was not buying her pathetic sob story, intensified her sobbing. “Charles, please believe me. I had been gathering evidence against them. I have video proof and audios of all the crimes they made me commit, and I was going to use them to threaten them so they would leave me alone.” She hugged my legs and looked up to me. “I truly wanted to start afresh with you.” I pinched between my brows, exhausted from Janette’s performance. As if she ever loved me.

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

Instead, they were stuck in Anna's throat, and Janette was staring at her from across the table with patient, curious eyes, waiting for an answer. Anna picked up her fork and moved a piece of eggwhite idly across her plate. "She had somewhere urgent to go," Anna finally said. "Said it couldn't wait. Though she apologized for dishonoring the banquet." "Ahhh, is that so?" Janette tilted her head, a small note of disappointment in her voice. "I would have loved to see her here amongst us. Too bad." "She's a Diviner, Janette," Anna said. "Who knows what the Oracles has revealed to her to make her leave so hastily?" She set the fork down and leaned slightly toward Janette, lowering her voice. "I'