Jennifer Lopez Mga Nobela at Kwento

Jennifer. The sight of her made my stomach churn. This was My ex-friend, the woman who had stolen my former mate, Alpha Gordon, walked in like she owned the place. Her blonde hair was perfect, her sharp green eyes scanning the room with purpose. “What is the meaning of this?” Arnold barked, his composure cracking. Jennifer didn’t even flinch. She held up a small recording device. “I have evidence that proves Loraine is innocent,” she said, her voice loud and clear.

The next day, Loveth went to the most famous department store along with Jennifer . Wesley's pesonal assistant Jeniffer Grim had booked an appointment with a personal shopper for her as Wesley instructed . "Call me Sandra ,'’ said the grinning redhead who admired Loveth intensively '‘And then tell me what it is you’re looking for.'’

"Jenny?" "Kay?" Jennifer used the same tone as he did, not looking away from the screen, there was now a video of their mother singing a lullaby to Kayden in Spanish. "Do you want to do something?" He asked, Jennifer turned to look at him with an eyebrow lifted, "Like go out and do something? What about dance classes? I was looking online and they have this programmes where you learn Salsa and some dance called Bachata and some other dancing stuff, do you want to go?"

Amor’s voice was more like a command than giving away any information of his insight. “The photographer, he took everyone’s.” Shabi crossed her hands over her shoulder. “Now, can someone tell me who she is?” Jasper, still smirking, holding the teasing card along with Shabi. “She is Savannah Lopez,” Amor muttered, sifting through all the information he gathered. “She is the one. Damn, now I understand... Why would anyone want her?” Jasper muttered and immediately raised his hands in defense before Amor beat the shit out of him. “Control your horses, Jasper. This girl might become our luna.” Shabi winked, making Amor bite his tongue. How hard it was for him to control his anger over his little

“Lopez is a ruthless Italian who kidnaps important people to whoever offends him. He also carries out requests too—requests to abduct someone, assassinate people.” “What?” I whispered in shock. The woman in front of me moved forwards, and we also moved forwards. “He sells body organs too. Kidnapping and harvesting organs. There was a day he played a video for us, laughing to scare us. He had torn a lady inside out, ruthlessly, and with an helicopter, had dropped her on the roof of her mother, who loved her very much. Then he took the video of the girl on the roof, and sent it to the media, framing the mother for her death.”

“Not that I know that one exactly, but it’s so obvious. You’re not in love with her. You. Love. Her.” “You know I can’t be with her,” I growled. “And please, don’t you dare tell her the truth.” “I won’t, Adam.” She sighed, half-smiling at the waiter and taking her card back. “Don’t be J Lo.” “J Lo?” I knitted my eyebrows, thinking quickly about who he was. Sasha rolled her eyes. “Jennifer Lopez? Maid in Manhattan? God, how I love that movie.” I sneered at her, shaking my head as I propped my elbows. My eyes were on the way toward the restroom. What was taking her so long?

she kissed him on the cheeks but stopped as soon as she noticed Lorenzo holding my hand. "Who are you?" she turned to me as she asked rudely. she stared at me from my head to my toes and back to my head like I'm some sort of trash "Crazy, you don't know me" I chuckled "The name is Jacqueline Cattaneo, try not to ask for an autograph" I answered her sarcastically "Sorry?" asked confused "Apology accepted" I replied. I could see a faint smile on Lorenzo's face she rolled her eyes then stretch her hand "I'm Cheyenne Velazquez" she introduced herself

I speak, unconcerned, and calm about the situation. "Oh, sorry! I didn't know he got transferred and I am calling on behalf of Mr. Sherkey Holmes as his wife got into labor just now so he won't be able to attend the meeting at Damison Groups. I am so excited, THEY ARE HAVING A BABY." The lady screams loud enough to impair my eardrums. "Yay! Congratulations to them." I fake my excitement and write it down in my schedule diary. Before she could continue her rant, I keep the phone.

It was still as vibrant as ever, lited with white lights. Hardin had just finished with a model’s face. The model slowly stood up from her seat and I recognized her that instant. She was the same one who had acted rudely me that day. What did Hardin say her name was again…? Jojo something… Yeah, Jojo Lopez. “The one who’s stealing my spot and my fiancé.” I heard her say. At first, I looked back assuming she was talking to someone at my back. But she seemed more focused on me.

she said to her mother. “Uncle Jeffrey, let’s proceed” she looked calm, but she was nervous as hell. She carefully took out Minerva’s phone and turned it off. Attorney Dawson pressed play again and Roland Yates is still taking his time whether to proceed or not. “Celine, I want to formally introduce to you my other child. You actually know her” “Linda Lopez” When he mentioned the name, not a pin drop could be heard. Eyes initially went from shocked to questioning.