Jennifer Garner Novels & Stories

Opening the door, Christiana stood in front of her. "I forgot my handbag and umbrella at your house." "So sorry for the inconvenience." Her voice was laced with remorse. Staring at her, Daisy Hunter said," What, No, it's really okay…I too forget my stuff in people's homes." Daisy Hunter said, smiling gleefully, exposing her perfect dentition. Stepping into the dimly lit room, Christiana spotted her handbag and umbrella, grabbing it, she thanked Daisy and stepped out immediately.

she sat at the back of the limousine and Alexis joined her. ***************** They stopped at a big organization, made with glass and STARFORCE was boldly written on it. that alighted from the limousine and the reporters began to murmur. ** wow she look so beautiful ** finally the summers now have a female dancer and vocalist among them. ** woah!! dream look so hot as ever, our forever best rapper. ** Alexis and branny you look super handsome, love you our main vocalist" the reporters and crazy fans kept screaming. " Their screaming are really annoying" Nicki muttered walking into the main building

If we met in better circumstances, I would have asked her what made her skin glow and look so well maintained. She had a slender frame. She was wearing a bright pink ball gown with gold jewelry that perfectly matched the extra bright lighting of the hall. Her hair was put in a bun like mine. Well, most of the woman at the party had their hair in buns. Lastly, she had brown eyes that looked a lot like they held too much hatred and mischief. She looked kind of familiar but I couldn't place my finger on how and why she looked familiar to me.

Howard gently responded, "You're too kind-hearted for your own good. Yvonne should've died a long time ago. She wouldn't have been lucky enough to live this long if it hadn't been for you. It's thanks to you that she got to live another three years. What's the big deal about making her donate her corneas to you? "And yet, not only does she not show any gratitude to you for being her savior, but she's even delusional enough to want to divorce me so that she doesn't have to donate her corneas to you. Since she's so vicious, I might as well make sure she can never speak again."

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."

Perhaps loneliness won’t be something I will have to deal with. The two other girls at the table are starkly different from Amilia. One I sit besides, our trays almost touching on the small table. She turns to me, a very soft smile on her lips. Love Pack. It’s a deduction I’m absolutely certain I have made correctly. She has very gentle features, with deep blue eyes and light brown hair. They all look the same. Her hand resting on the table shows where Time has branded her. Right across her hand, to her knuckles.

The girl standing in front of us revealed another face. It wasn't Saoirse, it was Annalise, pretending to be the girl Lennox wanted to see. “Saoirse Vincenzo? What a disrespect, Lennox.” Zeus will pretend to ask. “Are you calling my girl a Vincenzo?” Annalise and I exchange subtle glances, there was a quiet understanding between me and her, an assurance that the plan was executed. A plan to deceive a monster.

She narrowed her eyes. “What are you talking about?” I walked to the far corner of the study and opened the drawer of my desk. Inside, a box. Old. Locked. And untouched for years. Until now. I opened it slowly and pulled out an old photograph. A young woman, beautiful, soft-eyed, with that same raven-black hair and fire in her gaze. Lysandra looked over my shoulder. “Who is that?” I smiled coldly. “Her name was Marissa.”

I think my face annoys him. Sighing, I went up to my room, took a shower, and dressed as if I were at home in England. Tight black jeans, so tight you almost had to do gymnastics just to wear them. Peter used to say that my ass was irresistible in them. I wore a pink T and my favorite sneakers. Then I went to pick up my ornaments: a fluorite string right around my neck, the ring that Peter gave me, several stone bracelets that I picked up at random, and my beloved rings, which fit very well in my ears. Then I let my hair down and grabbed some D&G sunglasses my cousin gave me for my 18th birthday.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.