Jenny Dia Novels & Stories

he asks. “Oh, I’m sorry. I'm just passing through. I'm a photographer, and I saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap a few pictures.” I explain. “Well, ain’t that something. Jeff, she is a photographer, she just saw this old barn and decided to stop and snap some pictures.” He says licking his chops at me like I am a t-bone steak. “Ugh, gross. Hannah, that guy is creepy.” I hear Lily chime in. “Yep” I respond as I continue to snap pictures. Jeff comes through the door and it's his turn to devour me with his creepy eyes.

She stopped stirring, slowly dropping the bowl and dusting her hands on her apron. She bowed her head and wrung her wrist as she struggled to speak up. “What's going on here?” I cut in with a sharp tone, glaring at the maid on their knees. Lena had flour covered all over her bodies while the maids watched her like a spectacle when it was their job to work. They froze and trembled to speak up. “G… good… morning,” she spoke up, nervous and faint. “Is anyone going to answer my question?” I thundered.

Jenna started to be a little nonsense. The man irritably took out his passport and gave it to Jenna. Adam Lynch 30 years Vancouver, Canada She cleared her throat slightly, then took a picture of Adam's passport. After that, she returned it. "Okay Adam, I'll officially introduce myself. My name is Jenna Johnson. Just call me Jenna. From now on until checkout, you have to follow my rules, okay?" Jenna said with a sweet smile, she was already imagining that she would be paid 50 times from the rent bill of her room!

he said and turned to leave. "By the way, I'm Edward Nates. What's yours?" He said as he turned back. Then he remembered that I got no name. "So since you are like my personal property now, I would need to give you a name. So I would call you... Ella". "Duh" I replied and entered.

I saw the shock on Jacob’s face. “Damn, I’m sorry boss. Is she okay?” I nodded. “Yes, Dillion killed the guy. He says he thinks it is Joseph’s second in command. I am done playing. We need to find Joseph and we need to do it now.” Lynn’s POV It has been a week since Jensen left and I missed him. I hadn’t really been doing a lot the last week. When I was out of my room I had noticed several men coming and going from the house. They were kind of dangerous-looking. None of them ever said anything to me and I just tried to stay out of the way, but I did think it was a little weird. I heard a knock at my bedroom door which made me jump a little. “Come in,” I said. Delphina opened the door and pok

Dahlia asked gawking at my appearance, I blushed under her gaze and slapped her shoulder. "Stop that. You are one to say." she looked smoking hot in her royal blue romper with a plunging neckline. Jenny did not look like she is pregnant in her baby pink dress in the first glance, you would have to look twice to see the small baby bump showing. "Aren't we girls going to turn some eyes tonight?" Jenny asked looking at each of us with an appraising look. "It's too bad I am already taken or else I was up for some fun."

The more I laughed, the more she got annoyed. Jenny is an 18 year old woman, just like me, she has black hair that goes down to her waist, usually tied in a long braid, her breasts are big, her skin has a darker tone and her eyes are light brown, her lips are full, her height is 1.67m and at this moment she is wearing a uniform with the symbol of stage 6.

“Sir Arlo…” “Jenny, get out! If I need you I'll call you, stop being a bother and instead go and do something useful! God!” Arlo yelled at his personal assistant, Jennifer Valgara who was mostly known as Jenny. Jenny was about twenty-five just three years younger than Arlo, she was a fresh graduate from UC Berkeley, one of the smartest in her set but really dumb in the way she believes that one day her unrequited love for Arlo Ian Markis the (infamous billionaire playboy) will be reciprocated. Jenny is convinced that she is the one meant for Arlo, although he has a girl, she is filled with an instinctive knowing that she would be the mother of his children, the matriarch of the next generati