Janine Carroll Novels & Stories

The students seemed even more excited about what they saw. “How dare you!” My eyes widened when I saw Her take a fork. She is not only a war freak, She is also a violent person. I could not move immediately as she approached me. It’s good that someone pulled me. “It’s really your stubbornness” Wayne said. He held Karina’s hand. “AHHH!” Frustrated she cried. She is very weak because She lost. “The teachers are coming!” Someone suddenly shouted for the students to leave. Karina stared at me and looked at my companions.

Judging by Josephineea's data, Rita has traveled half the world, but it is not written how she manages to finance her expensive hobby. Candidate number 3, Karen ... This time he didn't even bother to look for her last name, knowing that it certainly wasn't listed. Karen should work as a model. Her beautiful blue eyes and Nordic light hair would drive air out of every man's lungs. She is not a student and has no loans. She is the manager of a nursing home, and in her free time, she gives piano lessons to girls and boys in the children's club.

He got in the last cubicle, locked the door, sat on the toilet, and clutched his head in his hands. An image of Ms. Carrie Carson, Chief of R&D, flashed behind his closed eyes. The most beautiful woman in the world sitting on the ratty high back of his boss, in his cramped office. That office had never been more vibrant. Chief Carson in her gray and white outfit, a midi skirt accompanied by a length of dark stocking, ending with a pair of kitten heels. Everything fit her like a second skin, an armor. And everyone else felt like a wet rat in comparison.

I had completely forgotten about Jason asking me to come to his football game, and thinking about it, that was the only way to thank him. Right after the lecture, I was hurrying out of the class. However, right as I made a move out of the door, Virginia, a girl who usually sat close to me or at least near me held on to my hand, stopping me. She had huge round red rimmed glasses, and if that wasn't nerdy enough, she was the shortest girl I'd ever met, reaching just around my chest. She had straight brown shoulder length hair that looked like and actually matched her boring exterior, and her eyes...even her brown eyes were dull.

We’ve always competed for the top spot throughout our schooling years and now that we are in college, things haven’t changed. Carol was stunning; she had a model’s body and a rocket scientist's brain. She had long curly locks of blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes with long dark lashes. Her full lips were always glossy pink, and she wore a little blush on her upper cheekbones to highlight her features. She always wore designer clothes that her mother, Natasha Declaire, a famous fashion designer, created. She was the total package in the eyes of men; too bad she was a total bitch. “Hey, Judy,” she sneered, stopping in front of our table. Her friends stopped with her and glared at us like we were

He's still breathing luckily. "Ok Tommy, I need you to do me a favor - can you close your eyes for me?". Tommy nods and slowly closes his eyes. I need him to close them because what I'm about to do is against all the rules of our race of Witchcraft. I'm going to have to use my power of enhanced strength to gently lift the car off of his leg. With complete ease, I lift the car, and Tommy's leg is free, as I gently place the car back down.

She considers that he will be able to hack in to it anyway if he is half as good as people say he is. It only takes her a few minutes to collate all the information she needs about the man she had killed earlier in the morning. She turns round again to check on the computer geek before typing in new info. She has a sudden urge to do a check on Karen Anderson, something she has never thought of doing before. An information box pops up on the screen telling her that access to Karen Anderson’s file is denied to anyone without a Sigma clearance level. This surprises her. Only Directors have Sigma clearance.

"Hurry up and arrange the meeting! With my mood today, I might hit the jackpot!” Carol turned to make arrangements, but I asked her, "Hey! You haven’t told me the gender of the representative!” "It's a woman." Carol grinned. "Her name is Eleanor Wallist." "Oh... Who?" I got into character. "You said her name was what?" "Eleanor Wallist," Carol repeated. I slammed the table and burst into laughter. "It’ll be a piece of cake! I realized my ideas are working today. It seems this year’s going perfectly. My luck is unbelievable."

“Are you alright, Carol? What’s wrong?” “That woman was back,” Carol said, her voice shaking. “I caught her going through your office.” “What woman?” Zane asked even as he had a sinking suspicion about who it was. “The woman with the big, blonde hair and the...” Carol paused, uncomfortable about describing anyone in a derogatory way even after what happened. “Well, the one who wouldn’t make an appointment I told you about a few weeks ago.” “Shawna,” Zane growled. Fucking Shawna.

Cole noticed his sister’s smile fading at the mention of Andrew Pierce’s name so he quickly changed the subject, “Jenna Smith’s computer doesn’t have anything else worth looking at…. Hmm, what’s this, a book manuscript?” “I believe so. Jenna is a published author, she has a few books under her name,” Caroline explained.