Novel & Cerita Jeanine Divergent

I scrubbed floors and cleaned dishes in the pack house for survival. And I had been stupid enough to love the Alpha twins since I was 15. “Jennie Hunter” pack Elder Richard read.”Omega tier,21 years old.has no properties or bloodline.Daughter of an alcoholic father.Her mother passed away when she was little.” The crowed erupted in laughter but I kept my head down. I couldn’t dare look them in the eyes or I’d break.always been good at that.Avoiding eye contact saved me from a lot of things. It made me invisible not until one unlucky night.

Uneece felt like she slipped down on an icy water. "Don't!-don't kill him!" She was beggining to get restless and tried to get out of Jarris' hold. Uneece realized the gravity that she has been put on to. "It's amusing how you are initiating him as your escape goat after all that had been said. It turns out this time, you're quite predicible than I imagined. Inspite of that, are you not curious to know about how marks work on us?"

“Sorry, it was stupid of me. He’s probably really ugly and gross in his shifted form right now, right?” Jules nodded quickly, but his mind was reeling. Could Liam be right? Could his compassion toward the Xeus be caused by the fact that he was a Dainiri? Just like Xeus alphas, Dainiri omegas retained many of the traits of their primitive ancestors. They were more fertile, more nurturing, more driven by their instincts than Vos omegas—and more passionate, supposedly. Feeling uncomfortable, Jules decided to change the subject. “Anyway, I’ve already found the key to his manacles. All I need from you is to distract the guards in a way that won’t make Uncle Wayne suspect you.”

“She was just exposed as a corporate saboteur in front of the entire board. Ren would never marry her now.” “Don’t underestimate Dominique,” the angel warned. “Or the pull of the original narrative. The universe has a way of course-correcting when stories deviate too far from their intended path.” Deja collapsed backward onto the bed with a groan so dramatic it deserved a soundtrack. “So now it’s not just about the fifty million, or escaping the cursed rich people vibes—it’s about survival. Literal survival. I’m fighting for my life. I did not sign up for Final Destination: Protagonist Edition.”

Third person p.o.v. “ Has she been fed today?” The tall almost albino man asked from outside the room as he handed a file in his hand over to a lady they referred to as Jeanie. She was like the crew’s magician; Jeanie could make any traces of evidence whatsoever disappear, from a piece of paper to an entire shipwreck and to add she only needed a matter of seconds to get it done. Jeanie was found by Matthias seventeen years ago. She was a street rat as described by Soldo, learned how to hustle and survive from the age of six.

The kind that clings to a Luna like a new skin. I shove the displeasure and remind myself to ignore their disdainful looks. I am still the Luna after all. Alpha Johnson is standing by the side of the pool. With that evil mastermind Doreen right by his side. She has a professional look on her face. The kind she has used to deceive the clan for years. To fool them into thinking that she is nothing but a mere secretary. The fake smile on my face stretches. It becomes more real with every shutter of the camera and the numerous questions thrown at me.

Tyler smirked at Jean. "A woman who suggested divorce is now talking about securing her status. You think I'm easily fooled?" Jean felt her heart racing under his gaze. Feeling dizzy, she stumbled backward and gripped the wall. A wave of nausea hit her. Enduring the discomfort, she hissed, "Yes! I'd like a divorce! But I decided to stay with you only because I can take advantage of the title of Mrs. Larson!" His eyes were devoid of warmth. Jean bit her lips with a look of determination. "You need my blood to save a life, and I need your reputation for my social standing. We can continue with this arrangement while leading separate lives. Doesn't that sound nice to you?"

“We can negotiate.” “You never change,” Dewangga said. “This is survival.” The next day, chaos erupted in the market—gunfire, a helicopter, Vivian’s forces descending. Dewangga fled. When he reached the cottage, flames were already spreading. Davian sat waiting, calm, a pistol in his lap. “She came,” Davian said. “Let’s go!” Dewangga urged. “No. I’m done running,” Davian replied, handing him a memory chip. “This is Project Orion. Go.”

Jeana smiled and said, "Didn't you hear just now? They're getting a divorce tomorrow. I'd advise you not to meddle. Otherwise, once I become Mrs. Lane, you'll be the first to be dismissed." After she finished speaking, she shoved past Wendy and made her way upstairs. When she arrived at the study, she stood outside and knocked on the door. "Who is it?" Xavier asked. "It's me, Xav." Jeana quietly said as she went in, "Drink some water." But ever since the incident last time, why would Xavier possibly drink the water she poured? Xavier pushed her hand away and shouted, "Get lost!" Jeana accidentally spilled the water she was holding all over the floor.