Jenny Dia Novels & Stories

Maine asked that making Selene to smile and shook her head. "Nope. She is my childhood best friend. She is Jenny , Jenny Osias, and like me, she will studying here also." Selene proudly replied, which made Jenny smile at Maine. She leaned her hand on Maine and personally introduced herself. "Hi. I'm Jenny Osias. I'm glad to meet you." "Nice to meet you too, Jenny. I'm Maine Balmes. And I'm a new friend of Selene. We met yesterday in a difficult situation. Hihihi." Maine replied, trying to hide the truth about the spice girls.

Jenny Immediately went on her knees and wanted to crawl towards where he was seated but got held back by the guards… “I don't care if you're using me but please don't do this to me, …..I love you so much and I don't think I would be able to leave without you..” Jennelle, who was a socialite and also the daughter of one of the richest business tycoons in the country was reduced to nothing in front of a man.. She has never had to kneel or plead with anyone all her life but for Damian it was a different case entirely..

After knocking repeatedly, the door was finally opened by a shirtless Jayden who looked very surprised to see her. "Oh, hi, Diane," he said. "What are you....." Before eh could complete his question, Diane raised her hand and shoved him forcefully. He stumbled backwards, a little stunned as she stormed in. "Diane, what don't go....." He didn't finish talking because she had already walked in and she stopped in her tracks when she saw who was seated by the table. Jenny. Jenny was seated by the table in a singlet and a shorts. Diane could see that she wasn't wearing any bra because her nipples were poking through he singlet.

She had floped onto the couch already as her knee grow weak from the sad news. " Who is Jenny? " Sidney asked no one in particular. He was curious already as he feel the energy swirling around in the small living room. now that everything is coming back into place, he had concluded in joining the team of Hayden. " And why would you like to know? I'm sure one of you evils would have taken her away " Jansen responded clenching his jaw but Sidney didn't reply, he was waiting for anyone to provide the explanation. " Jenny is Farrell's wife , She died some days ago and Hayden plan to resurrect her " Isabella explained softly.

Emily stomps her foot as she glares at Jake, who just stares at her. “What journey? You are fine. Stop following these crazy diet fads and reading these magazines. You need real food to let your brain work.” He explains calmly but Emily covers her ears. “You know what I don’t need this kind of negativity in my life. I will find people who will support me. Danika, you always have my back-“ “NO.” “Fine.” She says as she slumps her shoulder and asks the bartender to make a fruity mocktail with extra cherries.

I said and coughed as Jenny walked in. “Hello, Mr. Diaz. The boss wants to see you in his office.” She looked at me with a small smile. I nodded. She looked over at Jo, who had a troubled expression on her face. “I see you’ve already met Ms. Josephine.” “Ah, yes,” I replied with a smile. “Quite a pleasure.” “She’s also asked in the office.” I nodded again as Jenny left us. I took the deepest breath anyone had ever taken—probably broke a Guinness World Record for that, and she followed, exhaling loudly.

Instead of replying to Naya's greeting, Jenny preferred to ask stupid things that she should have known without answering if she saw that Naya was still wearing her school uniform. "Yes, I'm still in grade 3 of high school." "So a teenager is going to be my rival? Tch, what is this." "What do you means?" Naya asked confused. "I'm Jenny, a famous designer who graduated from one of the best universities in America. I'm Arka's future wife," answered Jenny, which immediately shocked Naya beyond belief. What did he just say? Future wife? Arka already has a future wife? "Sorry sis," whispered Naya looking down. For some reason, she felt sad hearing Jenny's answer just now.

Oops, I totally forgot, sorry I didn't introduce myself earlier. My name is Jenny Wilson, the daughter of Mr Samuel and Mrs Alexa Wilson. I am from France, Paris but am recently living in New York with my grand parents. I am the only daughter and I also have a handsome brother –don't be jealous– named Jake, right now he's in California. My parents are filthy rich but I am not proud I guess, I'm 17 years old, I'm a great dancer but am also good at singing. That's all you need to know about me for now.

“Yes, I know. It’s with Tony D’Amico. I really hated to bother you, but I have to do this and you’re the only person I know who’s had success. In fact, you’re just about the only woman I know who’s successful...in so many ways.” Jenny looked up from her phony search to see her ex-lover’s wife’s make-up begin to streak down her face. It was hard not to feel sorry for her. She was visibly overweight and miserable. Her clothes were outdated and her make-up, what was left of it, was much too heavy. This woman didn’t need a diet; she needed a make-over miracle from the top down. “Mrs. Allen...” “Denise.” “Denise. I can’t seem to find the diet plan right now, but if you want to come back after my