Justine Nelson Novels & Stories

“You know her?” Jasmine asked reflexively, before she shook her head, realizing what a weird question she asked, “I guess she is so popular that you even know her,” She shook her head again, “It is no news if a child born today knows her.” “Ye…es. Yes. Yes, I do,” Justine answered, almost stuttering, her voice and gaze a little distant as if she was getting lost in the thoughts of something else. Her face suddenly stiffened in a more deepened shock.

Swallowing hard again, I flutter inside at the gesture. “Thank you for the ride,” blushing because he is handsome. Damien opens the door, and I slide in, staring at him. I stop when I bump into someone, and it startles me. I did her right, and I blushed uncontrollably. Justine grins at me. She looks like sex personified in a casual outfit of jeans and a designer sweater. Her shoes are on the seat next to her, the same heeled sandal from earlier. Justine looks like a celestial being, smiling at me, making me flutter inside.

I walk her out and shut the door. Wrens gorgeous. Long, jet black hair, toned body, piercing blue eyes. She's my best friend and a great stress reliever every once in a while. Whenever I'm down, she's there to listen and sometimes takes care of other things. Which is ideal for me. I'm focused on my career, not women. I won't turn one down. I've got countless bar hookups under my belt, but I refuse to be that guy. Worrying about women when the alliance is under threat.

Allison can't hide her frustration. Millicent's heart is celebrating, she thought to herself that it was funny. Justine didn't die under Linus's hands, but he's going to die because of what he did just now. "Justine, you're dead. Goodbye," her mind thought and she smiled devilishly.

He then shoved her in my direction and sat back at his desk, brooding. I took her wrist and pulled her out of the office and into the kitchen. "Ice?" I said opening the freezer. "Try not to enjoy this too much," she replied dabbing her red cheek as a tear rolled down her cheek. "Enjoying seeing my favourite cousin in pain? The one that is the reason I got exiled from my home pack? Daughter of Nicolos Jones, my favourite uncle?" I then brought the ice from the freezer to her cheek and kissed her head.

I growled, as I placed my feet on the ground and stood up. For the past two months the Alpha King had been calling me, asking me if I had seen a strange woman, and my answer for the past two months was no. "Listen here, you inconsiderate asshole. I am trying to have a nice conversation with my mate. an before you even ask my answer is fucking no I haven't seen a strange woman resembling the description you gave me." I growled at him, before he could speak. "It's Gamma Justin." Whoops. "I am so sorry, can you not tell him I said all that, Justin?" I squeaked out, as I raked a hand through my hair, taking out the clips the women had put in.

"Scarlett." ******

I can't even recognize my cabin. What a mess I am! I gulp down rum until the bottle is empty. I throw it on the floor watching it break into million pieces in slow motion. I see the couch is untouched, I settle there with the Jack Daniels 700ml bottle. I wince as I feel something hard poking down my butt. I grab to throw it but I see it's my phone. Oh!

In the Gonsalves Villa, Matteo walked inside the basement where Justin is being held. Justin's hands are tied to a rod over his head and his legs are pulled apart and tied to two different poles. He is still shirtless. Neil gritted his teeth when Justin's mobile began to ring again. He picked up Justin's mobile when they were bringing him here. Neil is feeling like a failure after he was fooled by kids. He wanted to kill Justin for what he tried to do to Hera. But he is holding back his anger.

“Yes, baby. It’s me.” Justine inhaled sharply, she felt herself tearing up a little. She hadn’t been anyone’s ‘baby’ in a long time. Not since she left home, not since she was forced to abandon high school, not since she was told she had brought shame upon the family.how they are ashamed to have her as a daughter “How did you get my number?” she asked, her voice was with some kind of skepticism m. Her mother sighed. “i had a little help from one of your social media pages, found the number there and I had to try to see if it was really you her