John Doe X Jane Doe Novels & Stories

Cara brought out her phone slowly and made a call. "Hi, May. Can you please do me a favour? I forgot to put a woman on Mr. Wong schedule" she held out her phone and whispered to Grace. "Name?" "Jane Doe" Grace said quickly. "Jane Doe?" Ms. Cara couldn't believe what she heard. Grace nooded affirmatively to confirm. "Jane Doe. Thanks" she ended the call. "I'm taking that" Grace took her phone and walked away.

They all replied "Yes, please help us." Jane told them to get in.They all entered the van one after each other.Two men, two women and three years old boy. Their names are Harrison, Williams, Susan, Tori, and Glad. Harrison Pope is thirty-five years old. Whilst; Susan Santos is twenty-eight years old. She is a Philippino. Tori is twenty-five years old. Glad Santos is one year old. Susan child. Whist; William is thirty years old. Jane has hit so many zombies while driving because so many cars are involved in accidents, everywhere is full of blood. Jane asked Fred to take everybody to DC. She wanted to go and check her daughters while she pull over.

“I'm going to be like Selene with my ex-boyfriend when I see him. Oh, and actually also your ex-boyfriend Tris,“ Jane said, nudging me in the shoulder. I turned to her with wide eyes. “We're sharing the same ex-boyfriend,“ I said with a shocked expression. “Enough about ex-boyfriends,“ Damon snapped. Jane rolled her eyes at me and focused on the tv again. I led down on the couch and put my feet on the couch as well, starting to get tired. I lied sideways on the couch with Damon half over me and Jane was behind me. The movie was half-way in and I could tell Jane was almost sleeping by her lack of comments and jokes. Then suddenly, the blanket moved and a hand touched my bare knee. I kept look

Just a deep, unnatural sleep. “She’s different, Jake,” Kim said at last. “No name. No ID. No injuries we can find. She hasn’t said a word. We’re calling her Jane Doe.” “That’s not normal,” he said. “Kids don’t just appear in car crashes.” “She wasn’t in a car,” Kimberly replied. “So she was a pedestrian?” “I don’t know. There’s no sign of where she came from. And her body… it’s like she wasn’t even hurt.”

she pleads in sobs. "Okay fine..I am going to give you his house number. Call that line, you'll get through him. Hope that person is okay tho?" "I'll tell you everything later. Thank you Abbie"Jane says and hanged up. They immediately called the other number and luckily for them someone answered. "Hello. The Dolan's house here" a female voice says. "Please I am looking for Grayson. Grayson Dolan. Is he around?"She asks desperately "Yes,I am Grayson's daughter Annalise. Who is this?"she says and Jane let's out a sigh of relief. Now she can to him.

JANE I heard the words leave my mouth before I could stop them. "It's only fair to end this with a little bit of crass, is it not?" His eyebrows went up. Interest flickered across his face. I stood, tucking the bills into my purse with deliberate slowness. Five hundred dollars. That was textbooks and maybe even groceries that weren't ramen. My hands weren't shaking anymore. I was Jailbird now. Fully Jailbird. Jane Puckett was locked away somewhere safe.

Sean’s anger was overwhelming. He opened the car door with one hand and dragged her out of the car. “Do you really wanna kneel? Are your knees really that weak? Do you like kneeling so much?” Veins were throbbing on Sean’s perfect face, and he dragged Jane all the way to the entrance of East Emperor International Entertainment Center, tossing her onto the ground. “Since you like kneeling so much, show us, Jane Dunn! Put on a show for us, right here!”

he asked, leaning against the doorframe. Jack stood, his smile casual but knowing. “Got someone I want you to meet,” he said, gesturing to the door. “New assistant, fresh out of college. She’s gonna be working with you on some projects.” Nate raised an eyebrow, his grin skeptical. “You setting me up with paperwork now?” Jack laughed, shaking his head. “Just trust me.” The door opened, and Jane walked in, her dark hair pulled back, her blazer neat, a stack of folders in her arms. She froze when she saw Nate, her eyes widening for a split second before her face went blank, cool, like she didn’t know him at all.

But never in my worst nightmares did I imagine that the first thing he’d do, once he held all the power, was sign a legally binding marriage contract with the woman who’d abandoned him. For years, I’d learned to shoot, to run numbers, to navigate every brutal, unwritten rule of the Cosa Nostra. All to keep up with him. But no matter what I did, Anna never thought I was worthy of her son, the Don. She’d shoved checks in my face a hundred times, told me to take the money and disappear. Before, Luca would have torn up those checks, would have screamed at his mother for daring to insult me. I’d always thought, as long as we had each other, we could outrun anything.

Sophia shot back furiously. "The woman smiled gracefully, unshaken. “Jane Harrison. I suggest you learn some respect—for others and yourself. It’s not very ladylike to throw yourself at men in public.” Her tone was steady, polished, and merciless. Jane wasn’t just anyone. She worked for Alex. Rose’s eyes flickered with recognition. She knew her instantly. Jane Harrison. The only daughter of the Harrison family. Memories stirred. In her past life, Rose had heard plenty about the Harrisons.