Jennifer Aniston Chapter One の小説・ストーリー

She simply gave a respectful bow and left the room without a sound. Anna stared after her, heart racing. She walked toward the tray. Toast. Eggs. Fruit juice. All untouched. Then her eyes fell on the note. --- “Day 1. Welcome to your new life. You’ll be moved to the west wing. No restraints. No locked doors—unless you try something stupid. Get dressed. I want to show you something. — T.” --- Anna clenched the paper in her fist and nearly tore it apart, but then she remembered the camera in the top corner of the room—blinking faintly red.

*** Layla descended the stairs steathily trying not to make a sound so as to not interrupt the duo who seemed engrossed in their conversation. " She's here " The strange lady announced on seeing her and Shane twisted his head to the direction the lady's gaze was focused on and his eyes met with Layla who approached them without saying a word. " Morning " She muttered as she stood by the couch the duo were seated. " You should have your seat " Shane said without looking at her and she sat anyways. " Am Jennifer Aniston, I'ld be helping you in preparing for the wedding and help you get ready for the conference tomorrow " She said, offering an handshake.

R18 Warning. This chapter contains explicit sex scene. Please read at your own discretion. Aniston’s POV I stood in the shower naked as a new born baby counting minutes till my hot…hot mate who just told me he was in love with me joined me. Then the doubt started to creep in. He was going to see me naked and be…inside me and stuff. Did I even shave? I am supposed to shave right?! Quick Ani, check! I was about to when the door opened and Ari walked inside and locked the door behind him.

Fake marriage is chapter 1...there was a little mix-up Chapter 2: Alice's POV The midday sun cast a brilliant glare over the city, bouncing off the towering glass buildings as our sleek black SUV navigated through the bustling streets toward the restaurant. I leaned back in my seat, fingers tapping restlessly against the door handle as my mind wandered back to the stranger from the airport. I couldn’t believe I'd actually considered speaking to him, let alone involving him in my half-baked plan.

Elena: what last scene? Calhoun: *glares harshly at Wazir* Wazir: What? She would still see it. Calhoun: *glares back at Naomi* Naomi: * avoids Calhoun's gaze* Okay! Let's start this show! Audience: *cheers* Naomi: We will commence with the very beginning of this book. Hope you enjoy it!! Audience: *cheers* Chapter one! Deleted scene! Elena: *crawls in the secret passage* That damn James... He should be lucky I didn't poison his cake.

Tithi said. "You sleep..I will join you." Ankita said and walked towards the balcony. She sat on the chair staring at the moon. Looking at the moon she smiled slightly and her mind was filled with lots of thoughts regarding her life. She felt messed up. Before she could untangle her tangled thoughts, tiredness made her slip in deep slumber. She slept sitting on her chair itself. Here you go with the first chapter. Share your thoughts.

She's saying and judging by how irritated she looked, I could tell this story did not end well for her. "I suddenly became Rebecca Grayson, the shadow of Anita Rodriguez and I must admit that at that point in my life, I hated Annie very much. She had everything I wanted, the love, the respect, the money, absolutely everything! Micheal made sure she was put on every fashion magazine, fashion show, runway shows and TV programs and that skyrocketed her career like crazy."

Exhausted, she finally collapsed into bed, hoping for a few hours of rest. --- The next morning, she entered the lift, bracing herself for the day ahead. She couldn't afford to be late; Easton's temper was legendary. Stepping out onto the twenty-ninth floor, she knocked gently on room seven. No answer. With Natalie's key in hand, she opened the door - only to stop dead in her tracks. The supermodel Jane, sprawled provocatively across the desk, was entangled with Easton. Matilda's cheeks flushed scarlet. Easton's gaze shifted, expression turning stone. Jane, caught mid-scold, froze.

But every one of them was a lie. It was her. The slope of her shoulders. The way she held her chin like the world had tried to take it from her and failed. I had spent weeks trying to drink that night out of my head and here it was, standing at the front of my conference room in a gray suit, about to sell me my own company's strategy. Anastasia Voss. I sat down before my legs gave me away because I don't stumble. Not in a boardroom, not anywhere. But the sight of her had reached into my chest and closed a fist around something I didn't know was still beating.