Short Stories

* Please note - this is written with the strong assumption that you've read the Christmas with Gia short, as well as "The Truth" and "The Lies". If not, this probably won't make sense. Also, this is probably it for Gia and Manny, meaning I have no intention as of now of writing anything further for them. Anything more would be forcing it, which I don't do. If they start speaking again, i'll listen, but until then...

So, while my next installment of the Connecticut Kings project will not  be following Jordan and Cole, that doesn't mean we can't check in a little bit, and see what they're up to, right? This is not intended to read as a short story, etc, this is just a little snippet of something that came to my mind for them, so i'm setting it free. Here we go! “What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” Jordan jumped, obviously startled by the sound of my voice, then quickly tucked the basketball in his hands behind him before he turned guilty eyes in my direction....

Short and sweet, loosely edited, and completely fun. Enjoy :) I couldn’t stop the little voice in my head telling me that I should have known it would turn out like this. Through all my planning to perfection, spending a little extra to get a little extra, time spent on the precision coordination of some appetizer or drink with the seemingly time slick jabs between me and my sisters – anything to occupy or mouths – I should have known. Should have expected that Virginia – bitch – would choose the moment after I’d announced the completion of my flawlessly prepared crab mini-quiches...

Relief. That was the first emotion that flooded me as I stepped into my darkened bedroom to find Viv sprawled across the bed, with our daughter, Bellamy, tucked close. The nightlight was plugged in, casting a warm glow across both of their perfect, sleeping faces. My girls. They’d fallen asleep nursing – a normal occurrence, with no way to tell who’d passed out first. Viv's breast was exposed – minus the nipple rings that had fascinated me so much – and Bella had her little arm draped protectively over it, as if someone might take it from her in the night. Viv...

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- Aurielle-

 Just act casual. Just act casual. “Hey!” I called out, my voice falsely bright as I walked up to Dawn and Donovan, looking rather… cozy outside the entrance to The Creamery. It was a place Dawn frequented, according to her Instagram, and Donovan – Donnie – was frequently her date at the ice cream/smoothie shop. Brit – my handler, for lack of a better term – put a hand on my arm. In censure, warning, or something, but it wasn’t necessary. I really was just saying hello. It was summer, and Dawn was taking full advantage. Cut off shorts, midriff top, strappy sandals… I swallowed hard as I took in her appearance – lots of creamy caramel skin and big natural hair – then looked at Donnie, who was, I was sure, enjoying it. He was casual, in cargo shorts and a fresh white tee and sneakers, with a hat pulled backwards on his head. The white popped against his dark mahogany skin, and a little shiver ran over me as he looked up from Dawn, and in my direction. “Pixie, hey!” Dawn said, with what seemed like genuine enthusiasm, distracting me from being able to see Donnie’s reaction to my presence. She stepped away from him, toward me, pulling me into a hug that was surprisingly tight. “Are you okay?” she asked quietly, looking me right in the eyes. Hers were glossy with concern, and I averted my gaze. “Yeah. I’m fine. Thank you for asking.” She smiled that perfect smile, the one she’d been aiming at Donnie since they worked together on that play, then turned to him, glancing between us. “No problem, not at all. I’m gonna… let you two talk.” Dawn gave me a little nod, then walked away, leaving me standing there with Donnie and Britt, neither of whom had said anything yet. I gazed up at Donnie, looking for… something, but I was met with the pleasantly neutral expression he seemed to have mastered dealing with me. I glanced over to Britt, widening my eyes. “Give us a second,” I said, with a subtle tip of my head, trying to get her to go away. She let out a deep breath, her face stern as she gave me a curt nod. “Two minutes.” I rolled my eyes. “Yeah. Okay.”

Merry almost-Christmas! If you're a fan of my Serendipitous Love series, please enjoy this self-contained short (it is NOT part of a larger story for Roman and Simone, just something fun for the holiday) about the holidays. (if you can't view the file, you can download and send directly to your e-reader, in .epub, .mobi, or .pdf forms below) Epub -The Night Before Christmas Eve - Christina C Jones Mobi- The Night Before Christmas Eve - Christina C Jones pdf - The Night Before Christmas Eve - Christina C Jones (Missed Thanksgiving with Sean and Fallon? it's located here - http://beingmrsjones.com/2015/11/happy-thanksgiving/) [google-drive-embed url="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0ByoZfFUVMb6TQkFzSmM0cnVyNHM/preview?usp=drivesdk" title="The Night Before Christmas Eve.docx"...

Happy Thanksgiving everyone! If you're a fan of my Serendipitous Love series, please enjoy this self-contained short (it is NOT part of a larger story for Sean and Fallon, just something fun for the holiday) about Thanksgiving. (if you can't view the file, you can download and send directly to your e-reader, in .epub, .mobi, or .pdf forms below) Sean and Fal's Thanksgiving - Christina C Jones - pdf Sean and Fal's Thanksgiving - Christina C Jones - mobi Sean and Fal's Thanksgiving - Christina C Jones - epub [google-drive-embed url="https://drive.google.com/file/d/0ByoZfFUVMb6TMmFKRXBTMWxlY0U/preview?usp=drivesdk" title="Sean and Fal's Thanksgiving.docx" icon="https://ssl.gstatic.com/docs/doclist/images/icon_10_word_list.png" width="100%" height="600" style="embed"]  ...