Justine Nelson Novels & Stories

Justin warned again. His eyes scanned and caught a glimpse of Summer Henshaw. She was an okay woman, beautiful but very superficial. She was nowhere compared to the wife he had at home, despite them going through a rough patch at the moment…Gianna was still the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen. Summer smiled, her sources were correct. Justin Santiago, the rising star on the Forbes list was at the bar just as predicted. She grabbed her glass of martini and headed on over. “Hi.”

And then the same hand pulls me closer to her as if reassuring this time, I'm here. I'm still here. She's glowing underneath that sunlight that's coming in through the window and I can't help but admire her beauty. Justine had always had that innocent charm to her. She still does and in moments like these when I realize that she has been facing the world by herself, I just want to pull her closer and protect her from every damn thing that comes for her. She never deserved Clinton's death. She never wanted an empire to herself. I knew that from the first time we had met.

She says gnashing her teeth, "Why did you do this?" The smile on Lucien Gray's fades away and his voice is as cold as ice, "I just want to get justice for Nelson and Nina. Nina was bitten by a snake, Nelson's eyes were burned, Nina Morrison and Troy Roger were secretly photographed. Jasmine Harris, do you dare to say that you have nothing to do with all this things?"

Eveline tapped Keona’s back gently, “Don’t cry, we will do something about it.” “Promise?” Keona asked, and we nodded our heads while Hayes kept a straight, sassy expression on, “I love you two more than that big head.” “Why didn’t you tell me Nelson is a famous star?” Eveline said, and I looked at her with confusion, “Like he is a music star.” “Nelson is?” I asked again to be sure I understood what she was saying. “Yes, he sang Light Up My World and has a lot of hit songs,” Eveline said excitedly, “Why didn’t you tell me he was that Nelson?”

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

He was about to end the call when she exclaimed. "Your company's designs were stolen by me. I did this because of Zerus, the CEO of Morcilla. I have all the proof. I can give you Just help me take him down." Kyle thought for a second. He knew she was nothing but a crazy bitch right now. She said in the recording that she wanted to destroy him so she wouldn't make a joke around him, so Kyle asked "Where?" "At the St. Martin park. I'm waiting, with the proof."

He wanted to understand her, but he knew he had to give her space. Chantelle POV I watched Delcan walk away, feeling a pang of sadness and regret. I knew I had hurt his feelings, but I was afraid to let him get any closer. I had been hurt, and I was terrified of it happening again. As I walked home, my uncle's voice rang in my ears. He always criticized me, told me I was worthless and would never amount to anything. I knew I had to get away from him, but I didn't know how. I just wanted to be left alone.My head was spinning with thoughts. I wanted to escape, to run away from everything. But I knew I couldn't. I had responsibilities, and I had to keep going. I went into my room and closed the

As I stepped out of the elevator, they both stood there staring at me. Kelly was the one who broke the silence. "you look beautiful, Miss Hunter." A smile grew on my face. "thankyou you, don't think it's too much" I moved my hands in front of my boobs, making Nick go red and turn away. Kelly and I laughed. "no, not at all", kelly managed to get out of her laughter.

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!"

Three years later, Jayne De Nero was killed, and six months after that, Allena began working for Justin. She hadn’t planned on having a career as a nanny, but when her friend, whose family were Justin’s clients, mentioned that he had been unsuccessfully trying to find a nanny since his wife’s death, something tripped inside her. She applied, thinking that their complicated family connection might muddy the waters, but Justin didn’t appear bothered by the fact that her sister had recently divorced his best friend and cousin.