Jasinda Wilder Books Novels & Stories

“Brother. I know feelings are new to you here. But if you like her... go get her... if you don’t and really just want to show her 'her place,' then it’s okay... still do it.“ I nod, accepting the last part of his sentence. I am not infatuated with her, but I have to show her the basics of respect. He slams his glass down on the table and picks up his bag. “I am going to my office. I’m working on getting a new assistant since the last one got fired yesterday. Do what you must. Just remember: nobody says no to a Valesca.“ Once he leaves, I stare at the folder on my desk. He’s right. I shouldn’t be doing this. It’s not a big deal. I pick it up, flipping through the pages. Just one last look, an

Over the next thirty-five minutes my students go over the details of what has been going on and where they have been. Apparently these two have gotten into a situation. Christina has decided to drop out of school and move in with Johnny who she says she loves. She's pregnant and doesn't want her mother and father to find out. I like Christina, she is a clever girl with a smart-ass attitude. She wears a tight lowcut green sweater that is showing entirely too much cleavage for it to pass the dress code and a pair of ripped blue jeans. She has long black hair that she wears loose. It covers her face just enough to block people from noticing that she hasn’t lost her baby face yet. Johnny is ano

It's been two years since Tristan left New York to manage his new company in Dubai. The secretary arrived with a stack of documents that Tristan had requested. "This is the document you requested, Sir. Everything has been classified according to the date of the incident." "Thank you very much. What's your name?" Tristan inquired, opening the brown envelope containing the document. “Galia. Galia Edelweiss. You can call me Galia or..., I don't mind if you call me honey." "Excuse me?" Tristan was taken aback. Galia, the girl, smiled spoiledly and walked over to Tristan. Tristan's shoulder was gently massaged by her slender fingers.

Pointing my fork at the chair across from me. Clear relief was visible as Justina made herself comfortable. “So, you guys are leaving tomorrow?” “Yeah. I was trying to gather some information with these books.” my head angled towards the books on the other side of the sofa. Justina got up and looked at them. “I don’t remember these books.” “My bio moms gave them to me.” I shrugged. “I guess they said there was important information in them.” “Do you need help?” Justina asked hopefully. “Sure, if you want to spend your day reading witch books with me. Join the club.”

It is completed Called The Returning Ex. Book four is available on Goodnovel Called The Fake Empire. Their grandchildren starting With Aiden Wilder now have their own story...

She still looked the same, beautiful as ever with her long gold hair and those sparkling blue eyes that always held me captive. But not today. I was pissed, and rightfully so. It was her for the past week moving our shipments around, and all for what? To get my attention? I looked at her with narrowed eyes. “Speak.” She sighed. “Look, I’m in trouble. After I left the club, I went back to school and found a job at an office firm. I wanted to start over, start fresh. I thought I was doing that until I found out the company I was working for was doing some real dirty dealings. So I managed to break into their system. I discovered something I shouldn’t have, and I guess they found out.”

“I’m a werewolf.” “Really. It is not the first time we have been made aware of your existence. You disappeared from our line of sight. Now we have fresh reports that filter in of a woman who can manipulate energy.” His gaze didn’t shift. “Who are your parents?” “Arthur,” she said without pause. “And Jenny Rainer. Blackridge pack.” “Pack?” he asked. “Stonehaven.” His eyes flicked briefly to the rogue bodies around them before returning to her. “And you managed this savagery,” he said, his tone unchanged. “Alone.”

"Julian Sterling gave his computer architecture to give you three minutes of time. Time is constant, Miss Vance. You can't write a book when the publisher has already cancelled the series." The headlights were then fifty yards away. The low predatory roar of the engine was deafening. It vibrated through the asphalt until the keys of her keyboard began to chatter against the frame. A-S-D-F-G-H-J-K. "The notebook, " Elara whispered, her eyes darting to the leather journal tucked into her waistband. It was soaked through, the edges of the pages swollen with rainwater. The gold ink she had written on the second page still glowed, a faint stubborn amber light pulsing through the leather.

Felix Wilder, the one who could easily get any girl he wants, has been reduced to stalking pages just to get updates on the girl he promised himself he shouldn’t get involved with. Wanting someone can be a dangerous thing. And it’s even more dangerous when the said someone is way out of your reach. It’s like something inside your brain itches and will go to any extent, just to see how unreachable they truly are. It’s like my brain sees these built walls as a challenge and would go through any method just to climb over. Just like I’m doing now. Jade’s I*******m. She has one hundred and eighty-two thousand followers and she’s very active. She updates her stories almost every five hours and I k

The city beyond her window began lighting up. One building at a time. One street at a time. One possibility at a time. Jessica picked up her pen. Then hesitated. Fear immediately arrived. The familiar voice. The old voice. The one she'd carried for years. You're too old. You're not talented enough. People like you don't get opportunities like this. Don't embarrass yourself. Jessica stared at the blank page. Listening. Then something unexpected happened. Another voice appeared. Quieter. But stronger. Daisy's voice.