Michelle Jones Novels & Stories

“SIT down,” Jasper directed her, pointing over the available couch on his left. Michelle stifled in her direction. Anger went through her that she could no longer make any movement, and only looked at the man with sheer amount of hatred. Her eyes were bloodshot. One wrong statement from the man and she’d definitely lose her mind. “Don’t you dare lie to me,” Michelle said warily. She gritted her teeth, and dashed into the available couch to sit.

Wasn't this a clear sign of disrespect toward the project organizers? "Michelle is not just our friend. She collaborates with the Hunt Group. My wife officially appointed her as Hunt Group's publicity ambassador. And Barney… who told you that Michelle is the only representative for this bid?"

— ARGH! Michel Jones grabbed the wound that burned like fire and fell to his knees with a thud, his face contorted with pain and shock. — It's real! It's real! — he shouted, trembling. — Ma'am! Oh, big sister! Please have mercy! Calm down! That gun is real! It's not a joke! He looked at the blood dripping between his fingers and realized that the woman in front of him wasn't bluffing. She wasn't a spoiled socialite; she was an enforcer.

She pulls away and places her hands on my face, “I’ve missed you, my boy. It’s time to figure all this out.” We sit down on the couch and mom pulls out her cell phone and makes a call. “They are here; you can come now.” A few moments later there is a knock on the door and Jarvis, my father’s friend and one of my tutors growing up comes in. Behind him is the most beautiful woman I have ever seen in my life. She is small, but all I see are beautiful curves that make my mouth water. Her raven black hair has a blue tint to it when the light hits it at a certain angle. Her eyes are a turquoise blue, almost the color of the sea. I can’t help but stare at her and my body starts to react to her in

Her fair, delicate face drained of color. Hmph! Shameless Jennifer—seducing him the moment she came downstairs. Michelle turned and left. Jennifer caught the anger in Michelle’s eyes. For now, she needed to get Michelle removed from Zachary’s side. Zachary released Jennifer’s slightly swollen lips, smiling wickedly. “Michelle was placed here by Assistant Jiang to monitor me. Sometimes I have no choice but to treat her nicely. But don’t worry, Jennifer—my heart belongs only to you.” Jennifer’s smiling eyes shimmered with allure. She nodded in understanding.

The world seems to have changed around Michelle,her kids and husband are no more and Kate the only person she thought she could confide in is in the prison because she tried to kill her. Few months ago Michelle has gotten this strong faith and believe that her husband is not dead.Just like Jason and Maguire,she has waited patiently for the police search team to discover James body in the river,although she's not aware of the plan Jason and Maguire had sketched if eventually her husband's body was found.The only thing that is keeping her company is her job,Maxwell has spoken to her to return to her working place instead of staying at home all day doing nothing.

Now and then, he ran his fingers through his hair, waiting for Z to say a thing, but she merely closed her eyes. “What’s this commotion—oh my god! I knew it!” Michelle was standing in the doorway, her arms crossed, a smile lighting her face. At her back was Reigna and Jane who have their mouth open as wide as their eyes. The three of them were now wearing the same uniform as Z but with gold lining. In the case of Michelle, she looked more like a model rather than a student. It’s in the way that her curves accommodate the fabric and the way her skin tone’s in sync with its color combination. Reigna, meanwhile, was yet to wear her tie, as she didn’t know how. She was just about to ask Z to do

she said in a sweet tone. The women behind her nodded eagerly. Something about them felt… off. But I took Jay's hand anyway. I needed to start gaining Nicholas’s people’s trust somehow. “Hey Jay, I’m Michelle. It’s nice to meet you.” I said with the best smile I could muster. She gave me an overly wide smile that bordered on fake. “Yeah, I know.” One of the girls behind her shot forward, extending her hand. She had mocha skin and dark brown eyes and carried herself with an air of excitement.