Jennifer Francis Books Novels & Stories

There had to be something else happening, so I stuffed the paper into my pocket and went to find the one person that could help me with it at the bookstore. “Look what the cat dragge don,” Jennifer drawled as she saw me. She looked beautiful today, her hair in a high bun and no make up on her face. Almost, unrecognizable from the evil bitch that made me commit murder. “Hey,” I said. “What do you want, Seraphina? To ask me for help then blow me off again?”

Too many people pretending they’re not seconds away from dying if I got bored enough. Someone plopped beside me like she had no survival instinct. “God, Francesa.” Ah. Claudia. Sweet but deadly. She looked like she belonged in a goddamn bakery commercial. She has bright eyes, pink lips, the kind of softness that made grown men drop their guard and then their pulse. Too bad I’d seen her shove a knitting needle through a diplomat’s jugular once. Never batted an eye. She grinned at me. “You’re such a party pooper,” she said, tossing her golden curls behind her shoulder like she wasn’t trying to get me killed by volume alone. “You could at least try to act like a normal human being. For once.”

I sat by the window and looked at the grounds outside and thought about Seraphina, which was not what I was supposed to be doing with my morning. I thought about the night she’d come to my room and about what it would mean to sit her down and tell her the complete truth. Not the version I’d given her. The complete one. What it would do to her. What it would do to us. Whether there was an us in any sense that I was allowed to claim. She drugged your wine and then ran off with my boy.* **** Francis’s place was loud even on a weeknight. The first level was full, the bar three deep, the ambient noise of a hundred people deciding to be somewhere other than home pressing against the walls. I came

“Just… off. Like she’s hiding something. You two are still close, right? I mean you share the same room. Did she ever tell you anything… something personal? Something she wouldn’t want getting out?” His frown deepened, and he pushed his sunglasses back up, shielding his eyes. “What’s with the third degree, Lisa? You got a problem with her or something?” I forced another laugh, tilting my head playfully. “Oh, come on, I’m just kidding around! I’m curious, that’s all. She’s so private, you know? Hardly ever opens up.” Francis didn’t laugh. He took a slow sip of his drink, his jaw working as if he was chewing over his words. “Christine doesn’t talk much about herself,” he said finally. “She kee

Bye, Lins," Jennifer said as she ended the call. She dropped the phone on her bed and stood up. She went over to the restroom area. DEAR READERS, I must inform you that the journey of this Book one has come to a close. The captivating tale of THE TYRANT BILLIONAIRE has reached its end, but fear not, this is only the beginning. Book Two is around the corner. It is going to be captivating and worth your time. I am currently working on the book two and everything is going to be ready before next month. Stay tuned for the book two. Thanks alot

Slowly, she opened the book to first page. ‘Francis' Journal’ 1993. “What was a book like that looking for in a Library?” Trisha asked herself as she flipped to the next page. It was filled with personal information about the unknown Francis which wasn't what she wanted. She flipped on and on it but like the other books Trisha had picked, it wasn't what she needed.

They only shifted, buried under the surface, waiting to bloom again when Mother Cecily's watchful eyes turned away. Seraphine lowered her spoon and folded her hands in her lap. She couldn't shake it—the way the stranger's voice had curled inside her bones, uninvited, refusing to leave. Seraphine lowered her spoon and folded her hands in her lap. She couldn't shake it—the way the stranger's voice had curled inside her bones, uninvited, refusing to leave. Sister Miriam's whisper broke the silence again. "Do you think he's... dangerous?" Her gaze flicked nervously to the doors, as though the man might storm into their breakfast hall uninvited.

They were both impressed that I have already published a half dozen books that have been fairly successful. “I love the Erotic Wizard book you wrote,” Fiona purred. It amazed me that she had already read one of my books. “I get aroused every time I think about those steamy sex scenes you described,” she announced openly. There was a short silence that followed and Franny was grinning broadly when I glanced over at her.

"What are you doing?" "Erh. Claire. I..how are you? What are you doing so late?" She stuttered. "I should be asking you why you're coming in so late ma'am. You left us alone. We were worried about you" I said. "The Library was locked, I had to wait a bit" she responded. "I am sorry if I kept you waiting," she said. She looked into her bag and brought out two books: Beyond Pardon by Bertha Clay and The Day of The Jackal by Frederick Forsyth. "These books would make my week, I had to wait to get them" she curved a quick smile.

' I didn't do anything wrong' she thought before going downstairs. Francis opened his secret control room and opened all the CCTVs In his mansion and the houses around. He only saw a vague shadow. He quickly picked up his phone and called a hacker. "Yeah diamond. I need you to gather footage from last week till now. I want to know what happened in her party" he looked up at the screen and sighed. He remembered that she was crying in the forest, was she attacked? What happened?. He sighed, he must get to the end of this. He quickly sneaked down into his hidden library beneath his study. His eyes went to the various forbidden books he had seized on his various conquests because they are danger