Justine Be Novels & Stories

A smile escaped my lips, and I thanked these people in my thoughts. I returned my gaze to Justine, who was wearing in loose, sloppy, old faded jeans and a tattered sleeveless top. His hair was unkempt, and his face was unshaven, yet despite his beard, he still looks attractive. I'll give him that. His beard definitely adds to his hotness and sexiness. Furthermore, he appears to be completely comfortable with those firearms. He is undoubtedly the real definition of the word 'sigma.' Justine chuckled. “Yeah, he absolutely is,” he says picking salmon out of a can with his fingers.

“There are things that must happen first before you can go hunting.” She let out a defeated huff, her small frame slumping against me in resignation. “Okay, I guess I have to wait.” A low, raspy voice interrupted. “Are you bugging Mommy again with your little fantasy?” Both Moon and I turned toward the door to see Justine standing there. His small but firm frame filled the doorway, his red eyes void of amusement. At only six years old, he carried himself with an air of quiet strength, stiff posture, a permanent scowl etched into his features. Unlike Moon, he rarely smiled. He had inherited Varg’s serious demeanor, and although still young, he already carried the weight of responsibility on h

Cracking open my eyes a little bit they opened widely at the big eyes blinking at me. The female was leaning over my face and smiling strangely. “Good morning sleepyhead,” Justine said with a child-like enthusiasm. “Why are you here?” I growled only to hear her laugh. “I have decided to befriend you since we both are in love with Gavin,” she announced, causing me to furrow my brow. “Well, I am going to get clothes with him this morning and don't have time to entertain you,” I growled in annoyance, only to see her scrunch her face.

" As the discussion buzzed, Justin made his way through the crowd until he stood before the Taylors. "Hello, Mr. Winston. It's a pleasure to finally meet you," Justin greeted politely, his hand raised despite his immobility. A gentle and humble smile graced his lips as he continued, "I'm Jasper's brother and the eldest son of the Beckett family, Justin Beckett."

"Maybe it would be better if you rested for a while. So you don’t have to worry." Justine shook her head and smiled at me. "Mom, I am old enough to know the truth from lies. And no matter what they say, I know it’s not true. I’m not ashamed of what you do. You’re my Mommy, and I’ll always be proud of you." "It’s great to have two celebrity Moms. They’re surprised when they find out you’re my Mommy. Many of my classmates want to take pictures with you," Justine added. I went up to her and hugged her tightly. "Justine, you’re such a wonderful child," I said, stroking her hair. "I didn’t expect you to understand me like this. I’m so grateful to you."