Janine Lindemann Romane & Geschichten

Linda, I would fuck her out. Miss. Linda is in her mid-forties , She looks serious and doesn't tolerate any students, She doesn't even give a extra mark if a student is not the verge of failing and she never gives another attendance if you miss one, But to be honest, that lady is hot, despite being older her body looked like she's 20,Smooth curvy hips, moderate breasts and the big ass, God! Looking at this lady always make me horny, Her husband is a processor in the same university but they pretend they don't know each other, what's up with that?

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

A chubby woman with glasses a little big for her face smiles at me politely, “Welcome ma'am, how may we be of any service to you today?” She asked kindly, smiling so much that I was creeped out. “Uhm, I'm here to see Roman. Roman Domino. We have a meeting " “Oh, what's your name?” “Ashanti Dunbar " I reply “Ah yes, Mr. Domino is expecting you, the penthouse is where you are headed "I nod and fake a smile. I'm a ball of nerves, my palms are sweating. I've never been one to be nervous because of a simple meeting. But we're talking about the man who killed my family, which also happens to be the man who makes my legs buckle.

"Well, I don't know for sure… but I think, Jane loves Brandon too, in one way or another," "Really, Marline jumps in excitement at my words. "Hey, but don't say that to your daddy or Jane, it's our little secret," "What secret…..." We both turned our faces to see Jane standing in the doorway, with five-month-old Liam, and loads of shopping bags in arms. "Jane," I quickly took long steps to the doorways helping Jane with bags of groceries. "How many times do I have to tell you, to call me, when you need me? '' I scolded Jane, only to make her smile and baby Liam giggle.

the someone cut me off. "Her name is Annabelle Siromani, my daughter."

BRENDA WILSON. Giordana. "Hi, I'm Brenda Wilson." I turned in the direction of the voice. A tall, slim, model-like lady stood before me. She wore a dress that had a deep v-cut neckline exposing an ample amount of cleavage, the dress was very short and barely reached her mid-thighs. Her lips were painted blood red and her eyes were smokey. Well, she was definitely beautiful but something seemed off about her. Her smile was fake.

Allen was already thinking about the next step of his plan — how to solidify his image as the company’s true leader. “You are truly one of a kind,” the man complimented as they walked down the stairs. “I thought for sure that the Rodriguez group would finally crumble when they announced a woman as the next chairman.” “She was a capable woman though,” Allen defended, pretending to be annoyed by his words.

I had to prepare myself for this meeting and ensure we had everything necessary to uncover the truth behind Lina's identity. Mariana was my skilled and reliable assistant. With above-average intellectual and emotional intelligence, she was capable of calmly solving complex problems. I trusted her immensely, especially given her extensive experience. Previously, Mariana had worked as a cyber and intelligence analyst in various agencies, giving her deep insights into high-risk environments.

Women danced in various costumes, some elaborate, others minimal. A woman in a black suit approached me. Older, confident, the kind of person who'd seen everything twice and wasn't impressed anymore. "First time?" she asked. "That obvious?" "You have that look." She gestured toward the back. "I'm Madam Fantasy. I run this establishment. What can we do for you?" "I have a Private booth. And I was recommended someone named Jailbird." She lifted an eyebrow, not surprised but definitely more attentive now. “Jailbird is one of our most requested performers. I hope you understand she doesn't come cheap.”

Lena's POV. “Hello, ma'am,” the doctor waved his left hand, and felt my pulse with his right hand. “How many fingers am I holding up?” “Can I get a name? Can you speak?” He continued, not even giving me a chance to think or respond. He suddenly stopped and pointed a little fluorescent light in my eyes. I squinted and groaned inaudibly from lying stiff for far too long. “Four, My name is Lena, and I think I can… talk,” I replied in a second, gulping as the man behind him moved closer and fixed his gaze on me.