Janine Carroll Novels & Stories

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

“This is my fiancée, Lila Moreno. Lila , this is Caroline Vance. She is the chairperson of the Andrew House charity.” “Nice to meet you.” I shook the other woman’s perfectly manicured hand, and held back the questions that were forming in my mind. Jake had never mentioned that he had a charity, but his fiancée would certainly know all about it. Well, a real fiancée would at any rate. I was clueless. “Nice to meet you too.” Caroline smiled warmly. “I didn’t think I would live to see the day when Jake would settle down. He is always preferred life in the fast lane.” She shot Jake a teasing look. “I guess you are merging into the carpool lane, huh?”

LUCA trained his sight at his luna as she had trouble running around the territory. This morning right after breakfast, he was summoned by Andrin to their house as per Karina’s request. It seemed like she was tired being cooped up with his mate at the office. “You okay?” He asked. “Yeah, I’m fine,” Karrie replied although she wasn’t sure herself if she really was. Days after the ceremony, she felt like her body became heavy. She didn’t think much of it, assuming that her body was still recovering after the bond. However, as each day passed, she felt she was getting as sluggish as ever.

It hinted at endless wounds, pain and suffering. "Very well then, madam," Carolus said, understanding. For now, he could explain all the research he had done without having to hide it from Garrett. "As you may have guessed, madam. Yocelyn works for Mrs. Farrah." Daphne let out a long sigh. She had not been surprised when she had ordered Carolus and his men to interrogate Yocelyn last night. She could already guess and just needed proof. That her suspicions were not wrong.

Gray muttered under his breath. He believed that the woman was something else. He quickly took out the documents and saw her profile. She was a low-profile secretary for Keira Del Carlo. Suddenly, she had become the CEO of the Golden Age. She had raised the rating by another twenty percent in just a month. He could say that she was a genius—a genius with beautiful genes, from her face to her physical and sexual attraction. She was interesting.

Enter what? I tried my name. J-A-S-M-I-N-E. Denied. I tried “Return.” Denied. Then, without thinking, I typed: DOOR 2. The door clicked. A breath. A mechanical sigh. And it opened for me. I should’ve turned around. But I didn’t. I stepped inside. — This time, the corridor was longer. The air wasn’t stale. It was alive—humid, electric, charged like the seconds before a thunderstorm. The hallway lights pulsed in rhythm with my steps.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

Another text came through from Keiko, another dancer: "I hear it is some oil executive's birthday. Big spender alert. Cammie says it is a politician’s son’s birthday tho." Perfect. Maybe I could finally cover rent and get those econ textbooks. The campus bookstore wanted three hundred dollars for books I'd use for one semester. Highway robbery. I started walking toward my apartment, already mentally preparing for the night shift. Five hours of sleep if I was lucky. Then it was off to showering, heavy makeup, and costumes that came with rib breaking corsets. It was quite easy to transform Jane Puckett, scholarship student and chronic coffee drinker, into Jailbird, the mysterious masked dancer