John Doe X Jane Doe Novels & Stories

That was enough to take her where seven years with me never had. I could not even describe what I felt. Just then, Jason sent me a message. [Baby, I'll be away on a business trip these days. Take care of yourself.] "Baby." The word made something cold rise in me. I suddenly recalled a joke I once saw online: [Wife, baby, and girlfriend could all be separate entities.] I asked Jason what he thought about that. At the time, he held me in his arms and declared solemnly. "Any man who says that is trash. What's there to brag about? A real man has just one person. Girlfriend, baby, wife, they should all be the same woman. My dearest Jennifer, you are my girlfriend, my baby, and my wife."

Jane Doe is wearing a light pink shirt, skinny jeans, and flats. The woman that I thought about frequently has a tray on her hand with a cup of coffee and a pastry. Fuck! She’s working in my coffee shop and doesn’t have any idea about me? She hasn’t noticed me yet. A woman with bigger tits calls the name Sam. Then she stops and looks at her. Okay, so, Jane Doe’s name is Sam. Beautiful. She ignores the big tits woman and walks toward my direction, and the tray hits me. Hot! Fuck!

If it had been then a lot of crimes would have been under control. Dr. Jane Diego wiped off her cheek with the back off her hand and then cut through the rest of the clothing whish she had on with the sterilized scissors. There was a tag on her naked toe stating that she was Jane Doe. And her identity would be probably be unknown till Jane matched her dental records. She doubted from the face of the girl that she would have any kind of record. She seemed to be have been a good girl who was at the wrong place at the wrong time.

My eyes squinted to focus. And slowly, a smile creeps onto my lips. "That is no Jane Doe..." I murmured to myself. "That's a fuckin' Melissa Brown…”

Jane asked with a smile as she placed the pack of pizza on the bed between us. “No. But there's something I need answers to something.” I spoke, making a stern expression stable on my face. Jane looked at me with curiosity and uncertainty. “What's that?” She finally asked. Then I rose to my feet and walked up to the drawer and brought out the photos and information about Xaden. “What's this about?” I demanded an answer. Jane went quiet and she only looked at the photos and file which was in my hands. Her eyes had widened and her eyebrows were raised.

This idiot has a death wish. ~~ AN, Hey Babes, Please check my new novel, PROMISE ME, JAKE. Regular updates for that one will come after Don’s Fiancee. That’s the plan. Lol. Please do tell me if that book has a chance. Much love, ljxx

I don’t know but it feels like we do have this awkward presence for each other and we both don’t know how to make it not an awkward one. “Why did you argue with Primo?” My head was occupied at that moment they fought over me. I still don’t know why and I want to know why they did it. “He’s just an annoying and arrogant peasant who pissed me.” Doom buries his face in the pillow. I replied, “Correction, he doesn’t look like a peasant for me. He’s a company holder and a future CEO.” “But he looks one. Tss,” Doom glared at me. I chuckled to tease him. “Okay, fine! But why were you arguing? And why did you murmur my name earlier?”

CELINE’S POV “Good day doctor” I greet while standing beside the doctor. He breaks his communication with the nurse standing in front of him. “Good … day Ma'am '' he throws his face at me and drawls out a greeting with his eyes a little unspread. I guess he has forgotten who I am. “Oh, I guess you have forgotten who I am. I am Jane, and I was here with the lady who was shot and in a coma. I mean Harley Thompson.” I explain and move closer to him. He is wearing a white coat and a stretocoope around his neck.

He grabbed his cellphone to dial Felix's number when the door was kicked open and two corps men walked in. The two jumped from the sofa in shock, they weren't expecting those. "Geez! Why the shock because they walked in?" Reid uttered and got seated on the sofa, he crossed his legs. "So, you're the bitch who's waking the sleeping lion?" Jane scoffed, how dare he refer to her as a bitch? "I'm not a bitch. My name is Jane." "You heard her clearly!" Reid referred to the corps. "So, Ms. Jane, the freaking guts you got to trample on what belongs to me…how dare you?"

I muttered, rubbing my forehead. For a moment, none of us spoke. Then Zoey frowned, noticing Jane was busy doing something because her attention wasn’t on us. “What are you up to?” Zoey asked, and Jane looked up for just a second. “Searching for something.” She replied. “What?” Curious about what gets Jane to look this serious. “Scrolling through a bitch page.” She replies, she sounds bothered, and furrows my brow, confused. Zoey's expression mirrored mine. “Jane, don’t tell me… you’re scrolling through Sarah’s page?”