Va-11 Hall-a Jill Novels & Stories

The VIP van pulled up to the front of Kajarin’s house. The victorious gleam in the petite woman's eyes made Bellie’s blood boil. She was acting as if she had already won this game, carrying herself like she completely owned Thamnithi. Bellie’s eyes remained fixed on the recovering woman, burning with resentment. The manager had volunteered to push Kajarin’s wheelchair inside the house strictly because there were still things she needed to get off her chest. "What exactly did you mean by that?" Bellie demanded, refusing to let the earlier conversation go.

Jill took that also before Celeste again adjusted her hands. She rose on her toes and then brought her right leg up and over before straightening her legs out flat in opposite directions. Then she put her right foot on the floor and then brought her left foot over also. She had just started standing when she found herself on Wyatt’s shoulder. “We’ll see you at the bar.” He said walking out the door. “I don’t think they’ll make it to the bar.” Wynne said. “They will.” Jill said. “There’s a reason she earned the name freaky deaky virgin.”

I was drenched in water, and I was going to have to explain to Henry why I was so wet. Whenever he got home that is. … Jills POV What a strange woman she was; it was clear she had some type of abilities. Which meant she could be part of the killer organization, or the Moonshadow. Or maybe she was a lone wolf like Gavin. Either way, she went out of her way to help Jill and she would be forever grateful for that. Jill was drenched in water and felt very uncomfortable, but she supposed it could have been much worse. She shuddered at the thought of what could have happened.

Defeat wasn’t part of her plans, and thus even with an envious thought the girl decided to walked towards the entrance. “Hello? It’s me Jill!” She knocked at the door waiting for a respond. She heard Anastasia voice inside, the door wasn’t lock inside and thus she decided to open it herself. “Pardon for the intrusion.” She whispered. “H-hi Jill.” Anastasia stopped when she saw the Jill entered. She was about to come and pick her up, Jill smiled and went straight to the point. “Where is he?” A concern sound in her voice. She looked worried and eager to see Wayne in person. Anastasia pointed the room behind her, Jill ran passed her upon knowing it.

she greeted the neighbor with a wry smile, "I'm glad you're here too." Her mother maneuvered her to a chair and pushed her into it. Then she sat down next to Mrs. Atkins and they both looked at her expectantly. "Come on kid, tell us what happened to you, and especially what happened on the show the night before last." Taking a deep breath, Jill began to describe what had happened in the villa over the past few weeks. She reported in detail about her assignment, her research, and what she gradually found out. Then she described the shoots, the places she'd been and the shows. She told in detail what had happened to her in the last few weeks, only her affair with Craig and everything that had

“She’s lying.” “Storm, if you would.” She went back into the room to lead a young girl out. I stood up to let the girl have my seat, a respect that I had never given to another soul. I put my hand on her shoulders. “State your name.” “Jill.” “How old are you, Jill?” “14.” “What are you doing in Vegas?” Tears started running down her face as she pointed to Miriam. “S-she made me have sex with men.”

THE VILLIAN Written By: Rosapearl ✍ Synopsis✍ Olivia Smith is Clifford college most popular girl, she is the envy of the girls and a sight for a sore eyes of the guys. she is from a average family. her parent run a restaurant in town. she is beautiful, alluring, intelligent, bold, confident, sexy, gracious and a nerd. she has everyone attention when she walks. Her big glass and back pack always look funny thou. Miller Jill is a jerk, hot guy with a athletic build body, he look like he is in his twenties even in his seventeenth. He love playing around and teasing. He has been Olivia Smith best friend since grade one.

“Let me help you know where you should stand, okay?” “What—” “Ma’am Vivianne!” Joan's question was cut off when someone else entered Vivianne's office again. “Jill, you’re here.” Vivianne smiled, especially when Jill approached her to show respect. She glanced at the suitcases Jill was carrying. “I see you brought your things. Are you ready for what you're going to do here?” “I'm a little nervous, but I'm ready,” Jill replied confidently but with a hint of shyness.

Suddenly, Chantelle's eyes fluttered open, and she looked up at Delcan. A smile spread across her face, and she reached up to touch his cheek. "Hi," she said softly. Delcan felt his heart skip a beat. He had never seen her look at him like that before. "I didn't mean to wake you," he said, his voice low and gentle. Chantelle sat up and took his hand in hers. "You didn't," she said. "I was just resting my eyes." She looked down at the outfit she was wearing and blushed. "What do you think?"

"Not so fast, big brother. The bottle doesn't lie, and it’s pointing right at you. You aren't going anywhere until you pay the toll." Ares looked at her, his dark eyes clouded with a volatile mix of irritation and something darker—fear. "Fine," he bit out, leaning forward. "What is it? Just ask." Jill’s grin widened, sharp and predatory. "Look at you, getting all brave. It’s a simple question, really. Nothing to be afraid of. Tell us, who was your very first love?" She shifted her gaze to me, her expression feigning sweetness. "I hope you don’t mind, Kianna? It’s just a game, after all."