Justine Be Novels & Stories

Justine offered a polite smile. "I'm Justine Payne." Robert glanced at the sketchpad propped behind her. "Are you an artist?" It was the first time someone had called her that. Justine quickly waved her hand. "Not really. I used to be a jewelry designer. Now, I just paint for fun." Robert looked like he was about to respond when an elderly woman came rushing toward them, breathless and shouting, "Something's happened! Megan's grandmother got hit by a car!"

“For saving Girlie. She is important to me.” His cheeks flushed pink, and I could not help but smile at him. He looked about my age, maybe even a little younger if not for the uniform and all the work he clearly did. “What is your name?” “I am Justine, madame. I am assigned to take care of the garden.” “Age?” “I am twenty eight years old.” We really were the same age. “Madame, your hand. Let me treat that. It must be painful.” I glanced at my hand again. The wound was still bleeding.

I always liked puzzles, crime solving shows and murderer documentaries, so she encouraged me to go to the academy. “This one hits hard and is close to home for you.” “Yea, a bit like a gut punch. Last I heard she moved but she stayed close to the old neighborhood, and she was managing a bikini barista shop. Her being all the way out here is weird. Just like finding out about her prints on file. I wonder if she was C.I.” “Hey Justine, thank you for keeping my food warm.” Justine acknowledged me with a nod and a smile as she placed down a new cup and refilled our coffees once again. She then handed me a freshly prepared hot breakfast.

“Still, no strings.” She begins digging around her expensive purse with shaky hands. Justine avoided my eyes, biting her lip when she found what she sought. “This has my cell number and Damien’s too. That way, you don’t have to call the switchboard,” Justine excitedly hands me a card. Looking over the embossed letters, her given name makes me flutter. I can’t contain my excitement, making me speak without thinking. “Can I see your phone?” I whisper, making her eyes peek.

Justin It was clear that the Moon Goddess never created my mate. I wasn’t meant to have one. Maybe my curse had erased the very existence of the one person who could have freed me. And now my twin was feeling something for my assistant. The irony stung. I rubbed my temples. At least I hadn’t crossed the line with Marissa. That would have been a disaster. My sister would never forgive me for touching her. Justine sat opposite me, propping her boot-clad feet onto the table like she owned the place, lifted a cigarette from the ashtray, twirled it between her fingers, then wrinkled her nose in distaste before flicking it back into the tray.

The beach was still breathtaking; the people were still welcoming, and Liam still threw the best party in town. Like me, Benny’s eyes were keen on observing the entire party. She was curious, while I was watchful for faces I’d recognized from the past. My eyes landed on Justine. Dressed in a white string bikini, she stood by the bar holding a martini glass in one hand while the other was looped on a guy’s arms. She laughed, throwing her head back, but as if she could feel my eyes on her, she tilted her head in my direction. Like she was burned by him, she quickly pulled her hand, tucking her brunette waves behind her ears, plastering on a huge smile.

Jennifer moved towards him and said, "I... I again killed someone. Caila was right that I'm nothing but a murderer and first my parents, then Jackson, and now I Even killed my sister." "No, no you are not a murderer. Jean you are not," William tried to ease her rising pain. "Oh, so she has become Jean Bentky from Jennifer Oxford?" she said and everyone in the hall gets a shock.

One of them is John Dave, Justine's first-degree cousin who also now works in one of Nrman's companies. Last on the list is none other than Christian Niel Armstrong, Justine's best friend - the female side of me. Unfortunately, I highly doubt that he can answer me from beneath the ground. That leaves me with his cousin, John Dave. "If you are looking for Justine, yes, he is with me right now." John Dave said without waiting for me to say something. "But, he doesn't want to talk to you right now, Yvanna." "What? But why? Does he have any idea what I have been through when he disappeared from my sight earlier?" I blurted in disbelief.

He had seen the girl before and he must say that both of them almost had the same personality, cold, distant, quiet, etc. "Excuse me Justin, I'll head out to go catch some few femmes, see you later" Phoebe stood up and left Justin with his maybe date, she was a lesbian and was interested in women, Justin looked at her and shook his head, no matter how odd his friends were, he still loved them just the way they were.