Peta Jensen Gifs Novels & Stories

"He is in another city and has been busy lately. So I will arrange for him to meet with you sometime later." "Great." Kisa tried hard to choke back her excitement. "Jensen, thank you. You have helped me so much." "Thank me for what?" Jensen rubbed the photo on the table. "Your business is my business. There is no need to say thank you between us." After hanging up the phone, Jensen grabbed the photo with a heavy heart. In the photograph was a baby whose skin had turned purple. Mia looked at him for a long time and asked in a low voice, "Do you really want to do this?"

*** *** After long minutes of Valerie sulking like a child over a pot of porridge even though I volunteered to order a freezer full of the dish, she detaches to the end of the bed, demanding that I tell her the truth. She’s not dumb enough to believe that the pot just fell and Mag is out for a family emergency. Not when her lines are switched off. “Fine, I’ll try to reach her and make her video call you.” I appeal for the hundredth time. “Whatever.” She slips down her ponytail, ready to nap. A message comes from Jax. It's the video of the old lady that Pete asked for. I forward it to Pete and start to peel off my shoes when I stop.

In my pursuit of excitement, I lay on the bed with my legs open, frantically pleasuring myself in front of the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the dark glass, I could see a strong man on the balcony opposite staring at my body intently. This extreme taboo made my scalp numb, and I grew increasingly depraved. I tried my best to arch my back as I became a shameless, irrational, and thrill-seeking tart. My name was Layla Terra, and I was a dance student.

“Then I’ll show everyone just how often your ‘accident’ and ‘sometimes’ happen.” The confidence in her voice immediately caught everyone’s attention. The reporters leaned forward again. Pete’s brows tightened with suspicion. Petra lifted her hand slowly. The small remote control was still resting in her palm. Without rushing, she raised it toward the large screen mounted on the wall of the hall. Then she pressed a button. For a brief second nothing happened. Then, the screen flickered, displaying a bright image. The hall instantly fell silent. On the screen, Pete and Zoe were standing together inside what looked like a restaurant.

his friend protested. Pete throw a flashdisk to the table. “I want you to write a big headlines for this news, it is going to give you a promotion. It will actually help your career a lot. Believe me.” He said. His friend’s eyes light up hearing what Pete has just said. “Really? Hell, thank you, mate.” His friend said and started to open up the files in the flashdisk. His friend’s eyes literally light up when he saw all those pics of the Super Model, Gemma Franklin with hickeys all over her bodies and neck. But he got more curious about who the man is. “Woah, this is a really treasure!” His friend exclaimed happily.

Penny breathed a sigh of relief and smiled at him. “Thank you, Mr. Tate.” Without greeting Caleb, she sat on the stool and began to draw intently. The crowd first fell silent, then started teasing Jeremy. “Mr. Tate, is this a new fetish?” Jeremy waved them off, not wanting his friends to make lewd jokes about Penny. “She’s a disciple of Robert Zaki. You'd better watch your mouths.” The mention of Robert immediately silenced those who wanted to make lewd jokes. Someone could not help but ask, “Isn’t she also Mr. Fergerson’s designer?”

You're so hopeless! Shut the fuck up conscience! "Oh, I know you do". His smirk widened. Ethan Whitmore, despite being a jerk and an amazing teacher, was Godly handsome...had I mentioned that? He had short blonde hair and leaf green eyes that anyone can get lost into, even me, I admit. But he was a womanizer and a heart breaker and he never did girlfriends. He only slept with the senior girls above eighteen...probably the female teachers too; well I think he slept with anything with a pussy.

"Shut the fuck up Linda. No one gives a flying shit about pumpkin fucking pie." "Okay. Looks like someone needs some nice distressing, calming yoga," I replied, getting out the car. "Come on." "Good evening, Ella," Katrine, the yoga teacher, said to me as we entered the hall. "Good evening, Leonardo," she added although through gritted teeth. Leo put on a fake almost sarcastic smile and I had to nudge him in the side with my elbow. "How old are you again?" I hissed in a hushed tone.

Petra screamed in excitement. “Ok, but you have to move over there. Go stand by your mom.” I told all of them. As soon as they were by Patricia’s side, I changed my form. DJ had seen it before, but he still looked on in awe. Dean almost passed out and Petra had a huge smile on her face before she launched herself at me. I caught her easily and we hugged and cried. It was so nice to have all my family here and excepting of me. “You are so beautiful! Do your wings have scales? Can you turn into a Dragon!?” Petra practically screamed again.

I said as I placed my hands on my hips, looking down at my new pet that lay on the floor, in the dog bed that I bought for him at some random store. How the hell am I going to hide such a huge creature? I just hope he doesn't pee and crap everywhere because I know how dogs can be. I didn't dwell on it. I never do, so instead I walked over to my bed, wanting to relax after such a day with him because he was an excited ball of energy. He had this wolfish grin on his face as I drove us around and I guess he enjoyed the wind in his hair. I kicked off my sneakers and took off the bright orange jacket I had worn, exposing the strapless bra I was wearing beneath the jacket. I pulled down my short s