Janine Lindemann Novels & Stories

Not because he was fat or he had a dead brother, not because he was weird or he had a nickname that mocked his entire identity. Because she didn’t care about all that. She knew he had fallen for her and she helped him out of it. To fall for another she couldn’t see. Irene. Katharina Stones. She couldn’t see but only believed when she was faced with the truth. That she was real. NOW And she looked up from the text she was about to write to Sally. She had gotten her new number from her best friend, Jeffrey. And after two years, she was actually willing to make amends. To finally embrace the person she was in Rennè.

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.

Suspicious behavior. March 4th: Locker opened by unknown student. 10:42 AM. My stomach dropped. That was the day my notebook vanished. The log didn’t say who. Just that it happened. But that meant someone saw it. Or at least the camera did. I scribbled the timestamp down and left before Ms. Lindo returned. ⸻ That night, I followed Gloria to work. She didn’t notice me at first. Her job wasn’t glamorous—night receptionist at the coroner’s office—but it gave her just enough power to snoop, and just enough boredom to welcome a visit from her daughter, even when unexpected.

Lily! No! Anthea Morin!

Her dark hair was pulled back into a tight bun, and her ruby-red lips were curved into a polite yet disinterested smile. “Linda O’Malley?” the woman inquired once she reached them. She held out a slim hand when Linda stepped forward. “Elaine Constantine. I’m an associate of Claudia Klein—the Luna of the Silverbite Pack.” The name alone was enough to wipe the scowl from Linda’s face. The other girls exchanged hushed, awestruck murmurs as Linda reached out to shake Elaine’s hand. “To… To what do I owe the pleasure?” Linda asked, doing her best to keep her tone calm and unaffected despite the excited pounding of her heart.

"Maya Brown, what is wrong with you?" Lily shouted at the frail girl who was lifting heavy metals on the floor. "I'm almost done, you don't need to worry!" Maya said in an indifferent tone. "What are you almost done? Don't you know that today we are hosting a total of five packs in our territory?" Lily asked angrily. "So why don't you leave so that I can finish my work." Maya was not fazed by the woman's shouting. Instead, she found her more and more annoying.

Lind said as I smile at him. I sign Zyrem and Clide behind me and they put some chairs in front of me at the table. Both 4 sit as Beth and Zyrem put coffee in front of them. “This is my granddaughter Calla Lind; Calla this is Ms. Zarianne Andrea Marlile Villaflor. She is the one who owns the Z.A.M project I told you about to check.” The man introduced as the cold girl beside me reaches for my hand and we shake hands. “It’s nice to meet you, Miss Calla.” I said with a smile while I am now serious and formal, now that the pain is gone unlike before I feel intimidated by the two visitors but I am trying to keep it all to myself.

The room was quiet as everyone stared from her to the brave lady. "Introduce yourself," Lindsey said turning towards her. The lady smirked. "You are new here, so I think you should start with the introduction," She said making Lindsey scoff. Lindsey turned to Joyce who was seated left beside her as if directing the question to her. "She's ms Lilian, head of the team one department, in charge of fruit selection and refining," Joyce said. "Hmm, that's such a high-profiled job for you, don't you agree with me Ms. Lillian," Lindsey asked shifting her gaze to her. Ms. Lillian scoffed still staring deeply into Lindsey's eyes.

“God, I love you so much more, Clyve Clifford Linton.” *** The End