Jillian Holtzmann Novels & Stories

Her door was ajar , I was wondering , she never wanted people to know she was existing, she liked to live a secluded private life , I could remember a certain scenario in our freshman year , when she was asked to present her GSp assignment orally , she had the highest score , the lecturer was so pleased that he asked her to present to the whole class ,after which she would be rewarded 20 marks extra . I could remember Jane and I begging her to take it especially after missing out half part of the semester, her mum was down with hypertension and stage 1 paralysis was starting to set in , she had to stay with her till she was better . She told Dr Phillip , the GSP lecturer that she wasn't goin

They had spaghetti, fruit salad, and a cake with a candle shaped 18 on it. Ellaine was forced to speak just to break the awkward silence, “Auntie, a while ago I met a strange woman. Her name is Margarette.” “Margarette? I don’t know a woman named Margarette living in the neighborhood.” “Maybe that’s because she’s living near the city proper. She has this shop selling weird stuffs as well.” Ellaine was not interested in eating her spaghetti anymore. She was merely poking it with her fork. “What kind of weird stuffs?”

His lose jeans and thin jacket raise my eyebrows, not ideal for this towns weather, "Your not from here?" His blue eyes seem to sparkle, "No I just moved from LA. Didn't realise it would be this cold." "Right, well welcome," I say, turning away. Keen to get back to the pack. Back to Will. "I didn't catch your name," he says after me, grabbing my elbow. I turn to look at him, raises my eyebrows at his hand. He lets me go immediately, offering me a soft smile . "I'm Bec." He sticks the same hand out, "Nice to meet you. I'm Hayden."

"The shrimp peeled by Mr. Holt must taste even more delicious! Jacinda, you should accept him quickly so that Kama Jewelry can collaborate with Holt Jewelry and become famous among the design communities." "It's unbelievable! I have a friend who works at Holt Jewelry. She said a model was trying to seduce Mr. Holt and guess what? Mr. Holt directly contacted the company she was signed with and arranged for her to try on clothes in a live broadcast room on a certain platform." "Oh my, Mr. Holt is so ruthless towards women! But it's okay as long as he treats Jacinda well." Since every dish on the table was Jessamine's favorite, she had a good appetite. However, the more she ate, the more questi

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.

"Sorry to keep you all waiting. Hello, everyone. I'm Willard Griffin, the new HR deputy manager." "Hello, Mr. Griffin! I'm Jillian Larkin, here to apply to be a livestreamer at your esteemed company!" Jillian was the first to step forward. She made a beeline for Willard, and extended her hand with noticeable eagerness. Willard seemed unfazed by her advance. The two exchanged a knowing glance, clearly having coordinated their approach. He responded with a courteous smile. "Haha! I like a woman with such a personality! Our company is in its early stages, and we need talents like you, Jillian!"

Declan did not specifically tell me their numbers… but aren’t six too much? “Elizabeth Miller. My mom used to be the Queen’s court ladies. Please to meet you, Miss Lamperogue.” Elizabeth then smiled sweetly. Among them, she looked the youngest. Her height aside, her face looked much… younger, and fresh. I did the same, and waited for the thers to introduce themselves, though it probably would take me a week to recognize them by their names. “I’m Jillian Morgan.” “Marshall Fletcher, Miss Genevieve. I heard a lot about you from the Lycans in my town. Please to finally meet you.”

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

"Scarlett." ******

'There was a sudden deem lights, Phelan remembers someone, who was Don Carlton telling her to go lay down and rest. She tried to refuse, but he was too strong, and she was unable to stop him. It was so sudden that Don stood, watching Phelan in a distant approached her in a smile that shed some lights in the deem lights that came from the window. A meter from Phelan, Don put his hands on her shoulders, and then made an excuse and left.