Jennifer E Smith Books Novels & Stories

Smiling mischievously, one brow slightly lifted. After finishing lunch, I dial Thomas Nelson. The line clicks, and a measured, middle-aged voice answers. “Hello?” “Mr. Nelson? Thomas Nelson… is it?” I ask, keeping my tone steady. “Yes… that’s me,” he replies, a hint of curiosity in his voice. “I’m Jennifer Smith… Peter and Katherine Smith’s daughter,” I say, careful to keep my nerves under control. There’s a pause, then he chuckles softly. “You have your mother’s voice, Miss Smith. You don’t even need to introduce yourself.”

Or so Elena had thought. The idea of Smith, Elena's toxic ex, having his way with her stepsister was driving Elena crazy. "What led you into Smith's hands?" Elena suddenly shouted, cutting out the other voices. "How, how the hell did the connection start? I don't picture it at all." "They've been video calling on Skype, W******p and all whatnot," Jennifer said, not raising her eyes from her laptop. "Didn't know things got serious between them. She never spoke about him, which is a weird act coming from Chelsea."

I am trying not to return to the apartment and find them together. “Do we know how Mathius’s meeting went yesterday?” Emmy asks. “From what Dylan told me, it went well. I guess the woman, Nayleen, that he met with was incredibly helpful.” Sapphire answers. So that is the woman's name. Damn, even her name is beautiful as she is. Once again, the apartment is dark, or that is what I thought. Someone left the dimmer light on, making the living room look like something out of a romance novel that Sapphire reads. She is into those fantasy/paranormal romance stories. Has Dylan caught her reading them? Giant hands grab my hips as I touch the switch to turn it off. I scream as I am pulled ba

Slowly, with a deliberate, agonizing lack of haste, I rotated my chair. ​The silence that followed was visceral. Lucas’s face didn't just go pale; it turned a sickly shade of gray. His eyes widened, darting across my face, my suit, and the nameplate on my desk: Sara Smith, Executive Director. Beside him, Jennifer—the blonde woman from my bed—looked like she’d been struck by lightning. Her mouth hung open, her hand instinctively flying to cover it. She was wearing a dress that cost more than my old monthly salary, but in this room, she looked like a child playing dress-up.

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Just as Maurice's slap was about to land, I blocked him with a swing of my arm. He looked at me in surprise, not expecting me to be able to dodge his attack. I'd rarely shown my martial arts prowess in my past life because I hadn't wanted to hurt his ego. But in this life, I could no longer stand having an idiot like him showing his face before me. I was about to cut ties with him when Mr. Smith came to me. He said he'd already prepared the carriage to take me home. I didn't want to keep them waiting, nor did I want to waste my breath arguing with Maurice. So, I walked past him and headed home.

"You've killed so many of us, but you still dare to boast in front of me. Young people these days are too full of themselves!" With that casual remark, a tremendous pressure surged forth. It almost caused Jennifer to faint on the spot, and sweat drenched her back. "This feels terrifying... Is this the strength of a veteran from the Smiths?" Jennifer shuddered. Did this mean the Smith family was determined to see them dead? "End yourselves, and I'll give you both a dignified exit," Peter said, his expression grim. Jennifer's face turned pale as she tried to speak. "Mr. Smith, let me explain. It was your men who kidnapped us first..."

Bex What the actual hell?! I know this worked before, I didn't imagine it, I still have the sores on my hand to prove it! Why didn’t it work again? What didn’t we do right? Is there only a certain way it can be done, or is it a certain time? I don't understand what went wrong. The book has to have some answers, I’m not going to stop until I find them. I’m at a full run heading to the library, and I know Marc is right behind me, I get to the library and run straight for the book. There are desks here with computers setup to help with research for everything under the sun. I have to figure this out. Jenni needs to get better. So how do I make this work again?

People like the Mounts would never want the likes of me sitting around their dinner table if they knew the truth. I’m Elizabeth Smith, a thief from the South Side with no college education, a former drunk for a father, a sister in jail, and heir to a fortress of lies. I sit on the living room couch next to Jon, a hot mug of coffee in my hand. His father and his brother Morgan are in his father’s study going over something for work, and the rest of his family is still in the kitchen. “Have we scared you off yet?” Jon asks, leaning against the arm of the couch. “We can be a little loud and overwhelming.”

Thinking I would have at least a couple of days down time I agreed to a game of cards promising myself that I would spend all day tomorrow with my family. “Wicked.” Porter winked and I had a sudden moment of fear when I hoped this wasn't going to be strip poker before realising that that was unlikely given that I was the only woman. I shook my head and followed the guys up to the forth landing and into a larger, double sized cell that belonged to one of the guys with a wide bed a table and four chairs and more decorative items than I had seen in any other cell, it actually felt homey. “Who's room is this?” I asked following Jake and taking a seat beside him on the bed while I glanced around