Shantel Jackson Nude Mga Nobela at Kwento

Why am I always running into this woman everywhere I go? Did Did I in any way offend her in my past life? She's a practical version of Ophelia. Shantel stands behind one of the seating elders, her back straight, her lips curled into a wicked grin. Her green eyes gleaming with barely concealed triumph, as if she’s already won whatever game she’s playing.

Jackson replied casually; he opened the closet and selected a black T-shirt. There was a knock on the door from outside. Grace got out of bed and went to open it. It was Shane who came in. The man stared into the room, his face reddening when he found Jackson wearing only pants. Seeing him without a top, Jackson started to think things. "Don't tell me you want to sleep with him. Your pregnancy is so weak, you can't have sex until you give birth. No, you can't have sex with him at any time." Jackson said nervously. He didn't want Jackson to leave his love mark on Grace's body.

THE front door opened with a soft creak. Shantel stepped into the living room with the relaxed confidence of someone returning from a successful outing. A faint smile lingered on her lips, and she tossed her sunglasses casually onto the center table before slipping off her heels. She stretched her arms lazily. “What a day,” she murmured to herself. But the moment she lifted her head, she saw Tiana standing in the middle of the living room, arms folded tightly across her chest.