Justine Be Novels & Stories

JUSTINE'S POV "What's your course, Justine?" Aunt Laura asked in the middle of our eating. "I'm taking up bachelor of arts in fashion design and merchandising," I answered that made aunt Laura nod. "Nice choice," she commented. "Thank you." I sparingly smiled. Joshua is sitting next to me and I feel like I can't breath. I glance quickly on him and I secretly gulped when I got back to my food. Darn those brown deep eyes of him! That crescent of moon eyebrows! He also got a hawkish nose! Redish lips! Concrete jaw! Defined cheekbones and he's tall!

She said, giving Garren a wink. “Justine helps with the trafficking of certain medicines to and from the human world. She needs some stronger life-saving medicines for patients who can’t afford healthcare in the human realm. So we help her by giving her a few vials from time to time. She helps us navigate the human world and treats any injured magical beings who chose to live a life out of the rulings of our worlds.” Garren explained. “Now I am told you have a couple of stitches that need looking at.” I nodded.

She smiled brilliantly at a person just behind Justine. Next to her, Devlin groaned and closed his eyes. Someone came up directly behind Justine, and for some inexplicable reason, her every nerve ending tingled with a strange sense of awareness. She hadn’t had that happen since— “Justine, I’m sure you remember Mitchell Conner. Mitch,” she purred, lifting a hand toward Justine, “here’s the pride of the Heather Bay Daily News , our own Justine Miller.” No. Please, God, no. Knees knocking, Justine turned to face the one and only man who’d ever broken her heart, the only man to have shattered her dreams.

Christian introduced. Beau cutely raised his hand with his friendly smile on sight while Calix just nodded his head in acknowledgement. "Nice to meet you. I'm Justin, Mr. Grey's secretary." He politely said, bowing his head a little. "You're a beauty for a secretary. Say, do you want to be a model? I'm handling models and talents." Beau beamed, making Justin blush. "That's kind of you sir, but I'm going to decline." Justin muttered.

Cammy POV "So... are you nervous?" Justine asked, her voice light with amusement. She was my second cousin on Gran’s side, the daughter of Gran’s sister. "Yeah," I admitted honestly. "Don’t be." She giggled, throwing her arm around my shoulders in a casual hug. "You can just lay there and take it. The guy can do all the hard work the first time. He won’t mind, as long as he gets some!" "Justine—!" I gasped, staring at her in mortification as heat rushed to my cheeks, no doubt turning my face tomato red.

justine greeted immediately the door was opened . “Hey justine come in” Abigail's mum said politely Abigail suddenly felt a part of her delighted on hearing the name “justine “ “Abigail is in the kitchen “ Abigail's mother informed “Thank you ma” justice said walking towards the kitchen. He has been here for so many time so he didn't need any one to show him around as he knows the in and out . “Hi Abigail “ justine said on entering the kitchen and seeing Abigail. “What do you want “ Abigail asked feigning in anger

I think to myself as I pack my bags and leave my office only to stop short at the sight of Camille and Liza. It seems like my convincing worked. I step up towards Liza who's still staring at Camille from her desk. "I invited her over", I whisper into Liza's ear which snaps her out of the trance she was in. Her head snaps in my direction, brows furrowed. But before she could mouth me off, I proceed towards Camille who is still maintaining her distance from Liza as she stands a few booths down from Liza's. "Hi Camille. I'm Justine. Thank you so much for coming. I'm really glad you're here", I shake her hand with a bright smile on my face.

"Let us help you handsome" "We promise to give you the best threesome" they remove my hand on my shaft, the mestiza girl is the one who touches my shaft the other one is kissing me passionately. My body heats up, even more, every time I hear them both growl. I broke the kiss and saw the mestiza girl who holds my shaft and guides it to her mouth. Her mouth is so full but she failed to put my hardness on her mouth. I pressed her head that made her choke but still, she continued to pleasure me. This is what I want! I want distraction!

Justin rasped from behind me. He was standing, already trying to look composed, sipping more water like that could erase what just happened. His shirt was back on. Stubborn fool. “See?” Justine said, beaming like nothing weird had happened. Then she took my hand. Wrong Kane. Wrong Kane. WRONG KANE. Her fingers intertwined with mine, casually, confidently, and she started walking us out of the office. Even in the hallway, she didn’t let go. “So,” she said, her voice all sugary lightness now, “since you’re clearly not drowning in other plans tonight, we should go out.”

Jasmine tilted her head slightly, curiosity dancing in her tired eyes, “A story?” “Yes.” Justine’s voice broke, her face drained of color, and her lips pale, “It was why I travelled. To confirm it myself.” “Is it that important?” she questioned, more inquisitive now. Justine nodded, then carefully adjusted Jasmine’s pillows, helping her sit straighter as she began, “It’s about… two best friends. From the countryside.” “Okay.”