Jocelyn Solomon Novels & Stories

“Jocelyn…White!” He placed his emphasis on “Jocelyn”. Jocelyn immediately nodded and said, “That’s me!” Skyler ignored her and fixed his gaze on that photo while he pondered upon it. Jocelyn White is a designer from Oasis Jewelry. She is the girlfriend of the CEO of Oasis Jewelry, Howard Jung. She designed a jewelry piece that sold well overseas. However, she did not produce any work in these two years. Was this considered...the death of a genius? However, among the people related to Jocelyn, her stepsister, Lily White, had won grand prizes several times in these couple of years. Yesterday, she had just won first place in the municipal jewelry competition.

JOCELYN’s POV People always said I was lucky, the kind of lucky that made strangers smile at me in the grocery store and old friends watch me a little too closely when you weren’t looking. I am Jocelyn Campbell, Heiress of Campbell Group, the one marrying Ethan Blackwood. The girl with the life every girl dreamed of, or at least, that’s what the world thought, and until a week ago, I believed it too.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

Chapter 13. "Caitlyn, have you been crying all this because of a mere dog?" He asked, a stupefied look plastered on his face. She sniffed and wiped her tears with the back of her right palm. "Some weeks ago, a dog died. His owner is a woman that's sixty years of age. She's the mother of the CEO of Grey's group; you must know him,” she paused for a while. Martin went back to sit on the chair while she sniffed and continued, " That dog was the only companion of the old woman. They were very fond of each other. She took good care of him and he never made her feel lonely.

We walked to the club entrance and were stopped by a guy who looked a bit older than us. “ids please?” I didn’t have my id and I knew the club was for 21 and above so it would have been useless. Olivia smirked “excuse me? I’m Olivia Lopez and this is Camila Santiago” the guy’s eyes widened and he apologized profuse. He quickly let us in.

She looks like him when he's transformed into that child eating monster with all the teeth. "Look who it is, Camila the unfortunate, back from your little fest?" Quinn asks waving her arms. "Look who it is, Jingles the dancing jester" I reply walking away from her and to the living room. "You don't even deserve to be married to Elijah, you're just a little slut, he deserves better" Quinn says tailing me. "And who do you suppose he deserves, you?" I ask not that much interested in finding out. "At least I am someone with morals" she says proudly, obviously talking about herself.

I instructed. Adam nodded in affirmation picking up her phone. “Follow him closely but do not get involved until he gets in trouble,” she instructed over the phone. “Let's go back home,” I commanded. The driver nodded in affirmation and started the car. I looked back at Micheal as he tried to fight the people dragging him away, Joan stood there, her mouth open as though she had seen a ghost. Well…she has seen a ghost…who wouldn't be shocked after seeing a man that was involved in a car explosion and you saw his body to confirm his death.

“Yes, the same one. Our companies are partnering on a significant project soon.Today’s meeting will iron out the final terms.” Mila’s face lit up with genuine delight. Jocelyn Mercer had been her ultimate role model since the day she entered the industry. Renowned for her groundbreaking sustainable designs, her ability to blend modern minimalism with cultural depth, and her fierce advocacy for women in creative leadership, Jocelyn represented everything Mila aspired to become—talented, visionary, and unapologetically strong. Her projects weren’t just beautiful; they told stories, creating spaces that truly transformed lives.

Her delusional mind was shattered into pieces and her heart trembled with fear at the possibility that something terrible might happen and foil her plans. So, that day…… the conversation between Mark and Jay… was not a dream. It is true that Maya is alive and mated to the legendary alpha Ashton! She is also a luna, and of a powerful pack! "Jesus! What did I do?" Lily almost shoved her head into the wall.

Lycena suddenly yells, cutting off my thoughts and jerking up from her seat, “You’re all being manipulated right now! This is Jocelyn’s way of spreading lies and making herself look more important than all of us!” My jaw locks, hot rage crawling up my throat. Her words are too loud and aggressive just like her rotten personality. For a moment, some delegates exchange uneasy looks. “Jocelyn Valdez is a shameless liar!” She continues, her eyes blazing. “Do any of you even know who she really is? Don't worry. I'll tell you.” I yank her hand under the table, but she wrings it away. Is she fucking stupid to be doing this right here and now?!