Jenny Dia Novels & Stories

“And becomes a liability.” “Maybe.” We need to figure out which one it is. Or was there a completely different motive? After we freshen up, we head to the barracks canteen for breakfast. There’s still a lot to do, but I make a point of checking the apartment’s CCTV feed again. Jenny is getting ready. Today is her first court hearing. She’s wearing a simple white and grey dress. No makeup. No jewellery. She is not the woman I fell in love with.

Derry said to Lily and she smiled as they both walked to the dance floor Nicky had created and they danced. While everyone was happy and enjoying the happy day, Rosy was on her way to Washington to visit Jennifer and informed her she had the original documents of Mingle International.

Jenny muttered as she tapped on her chin thoughtfully. "Huh??" Diana scowled at her. "And if I'm right, then, you and your bastard should be rotting in prison already." Jenny added. Diana let go of me immediately; "What did you just say to me?" She asked angrily. "I know you heard me loud and clear. Why ask for me to repeat myself again??" Jenny asked, a small smile creeping unto her face. What is she doing? Why is she irking her this much?? Diana's eyes twitched as she advanced towards the unfazed looking Jenny.

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.

"Can I? Oh, wait-don't tell me she's marrying a celebrity too?" "No, Lisa's marrying one of My Dad's business associates. She wants to marry a businessman, just like Livia did." "Is she jealous of your sister? I mean, who wouldn't be? Damian spoils her like crazy-he makes everyone jealous!" Jenny laughed, giving David a playful pat on the shoulder. It was as if she had already forgotten about her confession, the awkward silence, everything. After separating from David, Jenny was about to head back to her desk when suddenly she was dragged into the bathroom, her back slammed lightly against the tiled wall. Faces crowded in close-curiosity burning in their eyes, with just a hint of irritation.

“Hello baby Yntreia!” “You can also talk to her with your psyche if you don’t want anybody to hear. Just concentrate in entering her mind and relay your message.” She looked to the baby again and concentrated. The baby smiled. “Sorry but you are not doing it correctly.” Yntreia said. The task made Ellaine weak. Her head ache so much by the effort. “This is harder than I thought.” “I see you didn’t do well but it’s just your first try.” Margarette assured her. “Practice doing that and in time, you’ll make it.”

She was petite, adorable, with doll-like features and a pair of sparkling eyes, exuding great beauty. Diana blinked slightly, recognizing the person. Jenny Matthews. John's cousin. As soon as Jenny saw Diana, she froze for a moment, her eyes involuntarily flashing with surprise. Regaining her composure, she looked towards Jackson who stood beside Diana. "Jackson, who is this?" "This is Ms. Diana Thompson," Jackson replied, adding, "And she's also the boss's fiancée." Jenny's mesmerized gaze took a complete 180-degree turn, instantly darkening.

Jessica asked. “Who? Where?” Diane asked, confused. “Jay,” Jessica clarified, clearly curious. “We’re friends,” Jenny replied with a smile. “We broke up almost a year ago, and in a few months, he’ll be flying off again anyway.” “Why do you ask?” Mayoko stepped in to help Jenny.

Just then, a maid passes by in the hallway, prompting Alexander to step back quickly and clear his throat. "Excellent," he replies, nodding once with satisfaction. Before they headed out, Jenny applied a temporary dye to her hair, added a bit of shimmer, and brushed on fake freckles across her cheeks. Despite feeling comfortable and safe with Alexander, it was crucial to her that no one recognized her as Jenny Swift, the ailing daughter of Eduardo Swift, a well-known politician. A part of her believed that enough time had passed for her to venture out without being spotted, yet there always seemed to be a journalist lurking nearby, eager for the latest scoop.

She saw JJ’s avatar and pinged him. “Hey JJ,” she said around a mouthful of pad Thai. “Um…who’s this?” he asked. Dianna frowned. She checked she was logged in under her pseudonym…yep, there was her gamer name above her avatar. “It’s Kei Ren,” she replied, swallowing. “Your voice sounds…” “I had a mouthful of food—” Dianna stopped as her heart rate spiked, and she looked down. She was wearing her headset and mic but her voice modulator was sitting on the couch still. JJ could hear her real voice. Her real female voice.