Jennifer E Smith Books Novels & Stories

' Ginger Geller's excited eyes lit up at the thought that she would soon be Javen's wife. Just take Cassie down, and she'll be with Javen forever! 'The rekindling? You're so naive. You've done so many disgusting things before. Even if Javen really broke up with me, he couldn't be with you. You couldn't get into Smith's House at all. ' Smith's House doesn't like Ginger Geller at all. It seems to have been poked to a sore spot, and Ginger Geller's face immediately twisted. 'What are you talking nonsense about? Javen and I are two of a kind. Do I need you to tell me? '

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Once we got home, Jeremy thoughtfully helped me put my bag on a hook, change into slippers, and brought me to the dining hall to show me that he had cooked a feast for me. “I called my mom to ask about what’s good. These foods are very nourishing for people who’ve just had a miscarriage. Have a taste.” I pushed away the cutlery he gave me and snorted before mocking him, “You’re thinking about taking care of me now that the baby died? You should have done this before.” “I got stuck on an insignificant problem. Joy was right. What’s important is us properly spending the rest of our lives together.” I sneered. Joy really was the one pitching him ideas.

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Almost no words come out of her mouth as she stares at Gideon, while everyone waits for her introduction. "We don't have a million times to wait for you, Miss," Gideon sarcastically told her. "U-Um..Um, my name is Isabel Grace Smith, and I-I'm working here as a waitress," he stuttered when she introduced herself. Gideon gave her a serious look. "Alright, next!"

He hesitated for a moment before stepping inside. Her scent, like lavender, wafted through the air, while her favorite book lay on the bedside table. The bed was made neat, but items remained that belonged to her. Clyde's eyes roamed over them all as frustration made him run a hand through his hair. "What were you hiding, Violet?" he muttered under his breath. As he moved towards the desk, something caught his eye. A piece of paper peeked out from underneath a journal. Clyde picked it up; his brow furrowed as he read the words out loud.

“I'm sorry, I really am Analina. You have to believe when I say it was all jealousy on my part, I thought that you would be spending more time with my husband than him spending with me.” As they were talking John and Jonathan came around the corner, Jonatthan looked to see how Analina was going to answer his wife. “I know that Mariann, but it doesn't stop the pain of what you've said to me. Just know that most of the time I would have insisted that you come along, I did and what to consider you as my big sister.” At what she just said Jonathan glazed at her looking like a proud and happy big brother. Andre hastily walks up to them. “Baby girl, you ready to give them their demise?” “I Sure am

As we are studying a book for English class, Jennifer—who is the daughter of the Alpha of the Saint pack places a sandwich on my desk and I raise my head to look at her. “Incase you were hungry, Asker.” She says and smirks seductively, as usual. Her perfume is everywhere in the air and I don’t understand why she dozes herself in it. “I’m good, Jenn.” I say. “Come on, it’s really tasty and you wouldn’t know if you don’t take a bite.” She says and I close my textbook to speak to her . Is this because the mate hunt is happening soon? I ask her and she chuckles, throwing her hair in the wind.

I sat quietly at our table, nursing my beers while the others enjoyed themselves. Eventually Steve and Mike wandered off to shoot some pool. Jim headed to the bar for another round before joining them, leaving me alone. A moment later, Jennifer walked into my life. She approached our table and asked if I had a light. I picked up the book of matches Steve had left behind. After fumbling through a couple of failed attempts, I finally lit one and held it out to her. She locked eyes with me as she leaned in, her cigarette dangling from impossibly red lips. When she reached up to steady my hand against the flame, I thought I might faint.

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat