Jocelyn Solomon Novels & Stories

Jocelyn Turner steeled her shoulders as she entered the ratty massage parlor with ten of her thugs in tow. Anyone who saw her would marvel at the change she'd undergone in the last fifteen years. Gone was the naive innocent girl with chubby cheeks and freckles on her nose. Jo had grown into a five feet, six inched slender young woman, with chin-length raven black hair and with tattoos on her arms. Jo was dressed in a sports bra, black leather jacket, ripped jeans and combat boots. A black and white bandana drooped out of her jeans pocket.

How does she know about Liam and Julius? Jynx shrugs. “Okay.” She paused for a moment. “By the way, you have some nice nips.” I shoot her a look and mutter, “Thanks.” Jynx throws her head back and laughs before slapping me on the back with her hand. “Girl, Lucifer really lucked out getting you as his mate. You have a rockin’ body.” I raise an eyebrow in suspicion. “Have you been checking me out?”

George released her hand and turned another page before reminding her, "You must not let yourself be blinded by the immediate results. What seems like an outcome now has actually been in the planning for a long time, little by little, without notice." Jane's expression suddenly changed. A long time ago... Jocelyn's actions today must have been planned well in advance—it couldn't have been a spur-of-the-moment decision. Something clicked in her mind, and she stood there in disbelief. From the moment Jocelyn joined the Martial Arts Alliance and headed north, she had been plotting to replace her. No, it was perhaps even earlier than that...

Too bad he was now buried six feet somewhere in the woods, heartless. We ate in silence, and Jocelyn cleared the table and did the dishes together with Zion. All through the dinner, Solomon was quiet. He just focused on himself and his plates by pretending like we weren't there. I didn't know if it was the trauma of being locked up today was messing with him. We had been through a lot these thousand years, and none of those gruesome events we experienced left a scar on him. Or maybe the thought of being tortured by his brother, his blood, was enough to make him shiver to his bones. Forgive me, and perhaps I was just being paranoid. "I am Celine Foyth, and this is my husband, Adam," Jocelyn's

Well, she can’t be an adult actress in the first place if her height is like that of a dwarf. “Damon didn’t tell me anything about marr—” “Enough of your nonsense lies and cut-off this acting!” She took a step backward. “I don’t know why or how a poor, destitute, pig-looking person like you could grab the father and son’s attention!!” “Jocelyn, please cal—” “Don’t you calm down me!” My voice is now as loud as ever. I don’t care about my almost breaking voice. The important thing is I will end this Cyrene’s career, this moment and this instant.

I said, trying to keep the smile on my face super sweet and not let it fall to freaking curious. "Oh, I'm Jocelyn. You have met Summer, right? She's my kid." She said and woah, the memory stuck with me. This was Jocelyn who had a kid with .ilas. The one who did a lot of horrible things when she was married to Silas? I knew I should not use stuff like this to remember her but who could blame me, the bad memory always sticks while the good ones fade away like night light I reminded myself to put a smile on my face and nodded with much interest which if I was being honest, I was not feeling. I was lost for what to say, everyone who knew me well knew that I was a very good conversationalist but

That way, Jocelyn didn't have to act sweet in front of Shawn. "Clever boy," Jocelyn praised. When Jocelyn still did not see the expression on Shawn's face, Jocelyn stepped closer to Shawn. "I'm Jocelyn Andrea. The family side from the two victims whose cars you hit that night, causing one of them to lose his life."

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

Jocelyn: "Not yet. The research project here isn't finished, so I can't go back just yet." Gloria, feeling uneasy, asked again, "Are you really not being wronged?" "Truly, no." Jocelyn's voice cracked slightly. "Mom, I just feel so useless. I can't swim, my figure isn't good, and I'm not even cute." Gloria's heart sank. It was clear Jocelyn had been wronged at the Fords. Most likely, Killian had said something to hurt her. That dog of a man, what terrible taste!

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach