Jennifer And Needy Novelas e Histórias

Jennifer kept begging. “Please don't kill me, I really don't know who you are, much less have anything to do with the people you talk about. I'll do whatever you need, just please don't kill me." Jennifer still hopes for a chance to survive, as long as there is a chance, she will be able to meet her father and mother again. She absolutely couldn't give up.

I look to Fernando, who seems to recognise her. Then I look to Hunter. His gaze is frozen on her, and he doesn’t even blink. Jennifer has green eyes. I can see it even though she is on the other side of the large room. She looks worn down but still more beautiful than the photo I saw in Hunter’s bedroom. She looks like a magazine cover model. If she took a deep breath and wiped her tears, she could participate in a photoshoot, and no one would notice her current desperation.

Croft POV After Jennifer collapsed into a quiet, exhausted stillness in my arms, I knew what needed to happen next. Her mother and sister, Happy, were still in the hospital waiting room, shaking, crying, and clinging to each other like people standing on a cliff’s edge with the wind trying to push them off. They had just lost Peculiar. They had nearly lost Jennifer too. And they were alone in a city that had become a battlefield. I couldn’t allow that. Not for them.

That night it became difficult for Jason to fall asleep. He still remembers what his mother had told him earlier That Jenny his girlfriend when he was in college is the same lady guest that his mother likes very much. From lying on his bed Jason got up. Then he opened his bedroom window and inhaled the fresh evening breeze. Many times since social media became in demand, he tried to find Jenny. He didn't understand why he was doing that in the beginning, but as he said when he visited Ara at her grave recently, he could feel that Jenny needed him.

she was all alone by herself there was no one for her there. Even Edward left for a trip to calm himself down. Everyone was broken, in stress, and pain. Mr. and Mrs. Vernanda also left the country as they couldn't see his only child breaking day by day. Mr. Vernanda thought that if he never planned all this then Jennifer would never die, lying child in her tomb. And due to taking so much stress, Vic had to admit to the hospital, his boyfriend left her saying he can't spend his whole life living with a patient who can't bear the fact that her friend is no more.

’ An hour later, the lady came back and said, “Mr, please come with us to pay the bill.” When I was paying all the bills, Jennifer came closer and whispered in my ear, “Mr, do I need to buy this many dresses? I already have a lot of dresses.” I smiled and whispered back, “Why are you whispering? Are you ashamed to call me ‘Hun’? I’ll answer your question later.” She didn’t answer; her face looked down at the floor and blushed. I liked her expression, but the more I studied her innocent face, the more guilty I felt. I have made her suffer for the past year.

Lady Jennifer shook her head, turning on the television and resuming watching the channel. She picked up her phone once more and contacted Jeff. "Hello, how about my husband? When can I come over to see him?" She asked with a calm voice. The phone line went silent for a while. "Do you have the money now?" Jeff inquired. "I am working on it. By this weekend, I will pay you up," Lady Jennifer replied, believing that by the time she sold off her husband's cars and her daughter's car, the money would be enough to pay Damian.

“I feel so bad for his children. What kind of man does that, knowing he has those two little babies and a whole wife at home? She’s literally nine months pregnant right now. Jennifer could barely make it last time I saw her.” I sighed, looking at her. “I don’t know. Sometimes when people have money, they turn a blind eye. Jennifer’s always been a kept woman. I’ve never known her to work, well not like you or my sister. She’s a beautiful woman, sure, but she’s not the brightest lightbulb in the bunch either.”

she grimaced. No, it did not. I did not reply. "But..." "We have to make things as real as possible because my mother is someone who is really observant, a fly can't be around her without noticing it," I said. "But if you think you are not ready for that, we can-" "No, I am. You have helped me enough. It is high time I did my part." She cut in. I did not like the way she felt indebted to me. "Jennifer, you..."

“At least I admit to being selfish and taking advantage of people. You try to act like you’re so innocent. Poor, pitiful Rory, always getting the short end of the stick. Well, let me tell you, honey, innocent people don’t sleep with their friend’s dad.” “What the fuck?” Needy screamed. I turned around and saw her there, holding a small cake. I forgot my mom had talked about wanting one. I couldn’t believe she went to get a cake for her. My heart sank and I felt horrible and guilty. “I thought you left,” I said. Needy narrowed her eyes on me. I realized instantly that was a stupid thing to say. Needy’s ears looked like they were practically steaming. “Are you serious? You’re the one my dad ha