Titan Jillian Graves Novels & Stories

"The deals are off. All of them. I don't want Julian in a cell. I want him in the ground. And Marcus... find out where the Thornes keep their black accounts. I want them erased. By morning, I want there to be nothing left of either family but the names on their tombstones." The Titan was gone. Only the Ghost remained. ** Lila is broken, her heart buried in a hospital room, while Adrian has finally crossed the line into a darkness from which there is no return. Can a love built on lies survive the ultimate sacrifice, or has the Sterling bloodline finally reached its bloody end?

Nevertheless, there must be something that he could do about it. *Who are the final candidates?" He asked, looking at the man. " One Miss Jessica Graves and another Miss Tatiana Andersen" " Jessica Graves? What's the issue then?" Edwin asked, suddenly getting pique. He can't believe that she was not just beauty alone but she was a beauty. " Jessica Graves is undoubtedly the most qualified but her… her… " " Her what?" Edwin asked, frowning. " Her dressing. She is not fashionable or presentable. She came with a rumpled worn-out dress and… "

Jade talked about the truth of that year. Twenty-five years ago, the real Jade entered a certain secret realm and activated an ancient tomb. Still, as a result, she triggered the protective force field. Eventually, she did not make it through and collapsed into the coffin. And the current Jade was lying in the coffin. She was a Titan Tribe princess who hailed from the Chi universe.

Jillian Kim! "This is ... This is.... this?" Celine was too stunned and surprised to talk. Jillian Kim, the legendary Make-up artist signed under Flowers Entertainment. Who is the makeup artist for top celebrities, and personal Make up artist to Leila Bhatt, the top actress in California. He had broken the record to be the first make-up artist to work for International celebrities like The Korean idols like Blackpink and BTS. Even Judy Lewiston, her Stepsister couldn't afford the price of gotten make up by him.

Idiot. I type out the following message onto the board: “Dear ‘Rick’: This is Sarah Killian. Chuck, Jared, and Gale are all dead. Consider them a down payment for the price on your head for killing my mother. I’m coming for you, Jizzwad. XOXO, Sick.” While it certainly would be nice to hold onto Chuck’s phone as a means of communicating with the Marching Tides, I have no doubt they would be able to use it to track us so I throw it against the wall of the warehouse with a satisfying shatter.

“I don’t even know what to say. Ty is working overnight across from us, and you’re here drawing overnight. What are you two doing? Torturing yourselves?” “Of course not. I’m just trying to finish my drafts so that I can have fun later.” “Have fun? You’re going to suffer if you have too much fun.” Nancy showed Carol her phone. “Look. He has another admirer.” The photo had Titus and a familiar-looking woman going to a hotel. Carol frowned. “Who’s that?” “You’re so behind the times. This is Snow Jenkins, an actress who has gotten really popular lately. She’s the female lead of that popular show called Searching For My Bride.”

I didn’t make it ten steps down the hallway before my phone vibrated — once, then again, then in a rapid, continuous stream. Messages. Dozens of them. I frowned, unlocking the screen. And froze. Breaking Now: Exclusive Interview with Vivian Sinclair “Nathan Graveswell Was the Architect. I Was Just the Puppet.” Right under the headline was her photo — perfectly lit, beautifully tragic. Tears shining and chin lifted like a saint burned at the stake. My pulse stopped.

“Ivanka is Black-eyed Susan. Who can guarantee she won’t hack into Papaver’s Twitter to make that post?” Jillian sneered and looked at the person. “Can you think before you speak? If they weren’t the same person and Papaver’s Twitter got hacked, I’m pretty sure Papaver’s team would clarify it. Do you think they’d just leave that tweet up?” Theodore was stunned. Jillian had given him a good idea! He looked at Chiara and saw that her eyes were flickering with excitement as well. They were both thinking the same thing. They quickly exchanged a glance before looking away.

"No..." I shake my head and close my eyes "No...this is not true. I am just hallucinating. This is not true" I mumble to myself and pulled my hair. There's no way my Mom is alive after all these years. I always visit her grave, I always visit her whenever I miss her. Whenever I felt like everything seems against me. Whenever I felt alone... "You are not hallucinating Chèrie," Gianni said behind me "Tita Vanda is alive. She's alive Svanna Rose. The reason why Tito Roman doesn't want you to visit her grave is because she was never been buried-"

Are you coming home? Jillian’s chest tightened so hard it was difficult to breathe. Home. That simple apartment, the smell of cheap coffee, and Clara’s genuine, unshielded smile had become the only sanctuary that mattered. And now, to keep that sanctuary alive, Jillian was going to have to let it go. "Adonis," Jillian whispered, the voice returning to a chilling, detached quiet. "If I comply with the gala announcement on Friday... if I agree to the arranged engagement with the Vanguard heiress... does the family trust lock the medical funding into a permanent, unalterable endowment?"