Deena Johnson Romane & Geschichten

an unfamiliar voice greeted. "Giovanni, Pablo, Rafael! It's good to see you again," Andrea replied before three strangers appeared in the kitchen. "And who's this?" one asked instantly seeing me behind the counter. He was clearly Hispanic but obviously wanted me to understand what he was saying and could tell I was more likely to understand English. "Ah!" Andrea said his eyes lighting up. "This is my new bitch. Ella Jones, Luna of Alpha Leonardo Loren." "Loren's mate..." one said eyeing me. "Good catch, Andrea. But I've heard about her. Doesn't she give the Alpha a run for his money? Always running away, disobeying, talking back...ect..."

All over one photo with my own brother after years apart. I stared at her, cold. "You're mistaken. I'm Lucas's sister. Not some side piece. Do your homework next time." Betty looked me up and down like I was dirt. "Sister? Don't make me laugh. Lucas's sister is a Donna. She's powerful, connected, and untouchable. You think you can compare? Trash like you survives on its back." I decided to take that as a compliment on my looks. Otherwise, I'd have already ended her.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

The room was adorned with subtle, tasteful artwork, and the air was scented with hints of lavender and vanilla, fostering a tranquil ambiance. A fake crackling fireplace cast a warm glow, enhancing the room's cozy allure. The trio surrounded a table sharing a drink with Donovan and Ronald playing draft. She sat quietly, toying with her phone while listening to the soft ambient music emanating from the speakers. "So, I'm glad you're running for SUG president. That's the way to go. I was president in my time." Donovan smiled. "I know. You won via intimidation." "Survival of the fittest, son. And I am advising you do thesame."

Dana asked with a yawn as she stepped out, breaking our staredown. She looked from me to the man and back to me again. "If you want to fight please find a zoo. I'm not about to separate a fist exchange between two hormone high men," she droned. "Who is he?" I demanded. She gave me a blank stare and turned to address the man. "Jeff, please come inside." My blood boiled as he entered the house, giving me a triumphant grin behind her. I gently pulled her back till he was out of earshot.

"Guys, did you hear? I heard Deena cancelled her contract with END. She's an independent artist now. It means she can work with our company, right?" I was passing by a group of women when I heard who they were talking about. My ears perked up and I pretended that I was not interested. But I was only fooling myself because is there any other explanation why I asked to meet Deena in person a week after the guesting? Shit. "Why did you ask to meet me, Trent?" Deena must be used to the looks she was receiving by now. But it annoyed me how people gawk at her as if she was a painting mounted on the wall. I didn't like the way some men were staring at her longer than necessary.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

Said Solomon sticking the paper back inside his pocket. “I see and how will you power it?” asked the lady. John, who usually had all the answers when a question was thrown at him about his work was stumped by the sudden question, he didn’t think that part through. “At this time I don’t have a power source.” Said John. “Aww, that’s too bad, I wanted to see how it worked.” Said the lady in a melodic voice. “I’m sorry.” Said John. “By the way my name is Dejon Dordez.” Replied the lady.

Edna asked her. “Oh my goodness, Bertha!” Fiona said with excitement. “If you will excuse me,” she added. Then she turned and walked away from us towards the direction of the woman that Edna had shown to her. “Fiona can be a lot,” Edna Jones said, shaking her head. But she was smiling, which only meant that she definitely enjoyed Fiona’s company. “I didn’t realize that she runs a spa,” I said. “That is the CEO of the City Women Spa,” Edna Jones said.

Johnson let out a shocked gasp. "Such pretty fellah gushing attraction... you're not an omega?" Mrs. Johnson asked suspiciously. "Yes ma'am," Dina said flashing her a small smile hoping to increase the lady's goodwill toward him AND it worked. "Honey~ let's hire him, I've checked and he's normal plus he's so cute!" Mrs. Johnson said to her husband while ruffling Dina's hair who simply went along with it to curry favor. Mr. Johnson stared at Dina for a while without saying anything for a while before raising his hand and signaling to his guard to help him get the files containing the contract.