My Lady Jane Fanfiction Novels & Stories

She yells again. "No! I am nothing like Mira,I didn't get pregnant for someone's husband. She wasn't my best friend " I tell her "Yes you are nothing like Mira, you are worse! He has children,his wife is dying!" "Yes exactly! She is dying,so what is the fuss. She is going to die anyway and he'll be free and single" I say with a chuckle "You are sick! Sick Jane. You are disgusting! How can you even say that!"

“This is outrageous! How dare you, a mere servant, speak to me like that? That woman upstairs took advantage of a brief break between Gerald and I and intervened in our relationship. She’s a shameless mistress. I must go upstairs and finish her off!” North understood now; it was Jane. She was the spoiled young lady from the Lane family. She constantly talked about “finishing people off”.

Who’d already lost it. Who could do nothing but sit in a chair next to his own bed, staring at this woman who was every single one of his dreams come true. Only while she slept, unknowing, could he think about the fact that she’d obeyed him completely. That he’d fit inside her, perfectly. There had been no wincing in pain. No adjustments. It was as if Lady Alexia Graham had been put on this earth for the express purpose of taking his cock deep inside of her.

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She nodded right away and she knew that it was not to be hidden from him. "Yeah. And he was the one I am taking care of since he was a kid. The job I found was inside his mansion. I am not a bit of envious of what was happening right there, but I knew that my heart was aching whenever Paul was walking past ahead of me, when I am there, being their family's maid and nanny at the same time," Jane muttered as she turned her heel around and walked towards the rooftop. She smiled as she stared at the lower floors and the lights were still bright to look at. She swallowed constantly as Stan stood beside her and was observing her face for a long time. She sighed and muttered, "All of our memories c

I answered as I follow behind Jane. "Did you have fun, Jane?" Camille asks as she saunters down the stairs and meets us halfway up the stairs. "I did," Jane replies. "Did you get to meet Egon?" she goes on to ask. I look up to see Daniel glaring at Cam. "Oh well, I did," Jane replied. “Excuse me ladies.” I proceed to walk past them, not wanting to hear about the other guys. One step ahead of Jane and Camille landed on top of me, pouring her lime juice jug on me. She smiled sweetly at me before turning to face Daniel.

Mary said and held Star's hand while guiding her through the hallway up to her chamber. "My Lady, I am so pleased to see you back home in good health." Jane said as she walked towards Hazel in excitement. "Oh my dearest Jane, you look beautiful, come give me a hug." Hazel said and pulled her for a tight hug. "My Lady, I have plenty of things I would love to share with you, lots of stories to tell." Jane said with smiles plastered on her face. "I know there are stories that awaits me when I return, I have anticipated for your stories. Now come with me let's talk, I would love to hear all Jane's stories. oh, how I have missed your stories." Hazel said and they both began laughing.

Jane pointed out. "I am?" She touched her throat and ran her fingers down her chest, shocked that she could feel warmth creeping under her skin. Along with nightmares, she had fantasies about the man--fantasies she tried hard to reject, but they slipped into her mind anyway. Wasn’t she too old for that? She thought, guessing her age to be around forty. "Everyone gets out of his way," Jane reiterated. "Damonq is dangerous."

Soon, Alex was the only one left sitting in the car in front of the restaurant's entrance. He stared into the restaurant intently as time went by. Not far from him in a hotel around the corner, Lily was sitting by the window and peeping out of the gap between curtains, and she felt as though her heart had been stabbed by hundreds and thousands of needles. She clenched her fists so hard that her nails were digging into the flesh as she glared furiously and gritted out uncontrollably, "Damn you, Jane! What's so good about you, huh? You are just a maid! Just a plaything! How can my fiance care for you so much, to the point that he gets so emotional?? Damn it! Curse you, Jane, just die already!

"Please don't leave me. Tell me where I am. Tell me why I'm here. What's your name?" The maid tugged harder on the cart, giving Jane a pleading look. "Stop before you get us both in trouble." Jane pulled harder. "Where. Am. I?" She groaned and looked over her shoulder down a long hallway with numerous doors on each side. "My name is Libby, and you're at Phillips Castle." "What is Phillips Castle? What is that?" Libby gnawed on her bottom lip. "The Lycan King. King Tristian Phillips," she mumbled. "Now, let me go before I get fired," she said, tugging one final time before slamming the door in Jane’s face.