Novels by Jessi Write

Halfway into their journey back to Jace’s house, the words of her father keep playing in Clara’s head. “A daughter with self respect.”Her dad may be extreme in his ways but is she really giving herself any respect right now? Is this what she really wants? Going back to him or is she doing it just to please others?“Stop the car,” she says to the driver from the back of the vehicle, making her mind to go back to her father’s house and if he doesn’t let her back in as he threatened, she’ll find a way to survive but she’s not going back to him.The same pattern will just repeat itself and she’ll find herself in more pain, anguish and regret. It is better to face it all now, once and for all.“What?” Gabriel replies from the front beside the driver.“I said stop the car.”“Keep going,” Gabriel orders the driver, looking away from her.“I swear to the goddess, if you don’t stop this car this minute, I’ll open the door and jump down and you know I will,” She replies in a cold voice, looki

Clara does not hide her displeasure at seeing Gabriel, a frown immediately contorting her face, knowing the reason why he is here.“Have you seen the video of you that’s trending?” Gabriel asks in a curt voice, his eyes cold, a nasty frown on his face, “have you seen what people are saying about the Alpha because of you?”“What video? What are they saying?” Fiona, Clara’s mother asks frantically, her fear filled eyes darting between Clara and Gabriel, clearly hearing from the tone of Gabriel’s voice that there might be trouble.“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Clara replies in a cold tone, crossing her arms against her chest, “if this is some—”“You may want to get off your high horse, woman. This is serious,” Gabriel cuts her off, takes out his phone and shoves it in her face.Clara freezes, staring at the video of her burning her wedding dress with shock in her eyes and her heart thuds.She had no idea there were cameras on her that day. A pang of guilt slices through her

Jace steps into the pack training ground, coming out of the gym, he’s wearing a black joggers and a sleeveless top soaked in sweat, which hugs his delicious muscular frame tightly.Everyone stops the moment they see him enter, all baring their neck to him.“Carry on,” he says, his eyes searching the crowd for Clara but he doesn’t find her.This is the third day in a row that she hasn’t shown up to training and he can see most of the new shifters who she is responsible for training just messing around.Is she still upset? This is the first time she ever throws a tantrum.“Gather round,” he frowns at the group of first shifters, “make a circle. I want one on one physical combat. The loser does 500 pushups with the winner standing on his back,” he orders coldly and the group quickly do as he instructs.He walks a distance away but not too far so he can continue to observe the first shifters and he mindlinks Clara but she blocks him.He scoffs, a tiny smile tugging the corner of his lips.

There is a saying that love is blind but in Clara’s case, it ripped her eyes out, completely leaving her without the organ.As tears shimmer down her eyes and blood continues to stain her hands, she does not relent, sitting under the Great Oak tree at the back of the Pack’s hall, ripping her wedding dress apart with a razor.It is not a wedding dress she sees however as the razor slices, it is Jace’s face, it gives her a little satisfaction, having a fruitless vengeance on him for the pain he has inflicted on her.It was here she was sitting on the day of the mating ball, unable to attend, just watching others meet their mates with little to no anticipation in her heart to meet hers when Jace found her as his mate and here under this very tree, she gave herself to him.After getting that text from Luci, she couldn’t even bring herself to continue packing, she just brought the dress here, where it all started, with the intention to rip it to shreds and burn it.She leans her head again

Clara pushes the door to their apart— his apartment open, heaving a sad sigh. It's his house, not hers. A place where she lived for three years, but never felt like home. She thought she could finally feel that after today, but in the end, he failed her.She was never meant to have a home in this house, she has been living in a fantasy, one she must now snap out of.She slides off her wedding dress as she enters her room, her eyes red and puffy as she glares at it on the floor with a frown on her face.She grabs a shirt from the wardrobe and the smell of Jace that hangs on it overwhelmingly comforts her, she sighs, sags her shoulders and stares at it for a moment before she presses it against her nose, inhaling his smell deeply and tears spill out of her eyes, her heart clenching in pain as she sobs into the shirt.Why did he have to do this to her?They belonged together, she gave him everything, her spirit, soul and body. If her feelings towards him before knowing she was his mate

The ceiling of the Dark Fang pack’s great hall shines with a thousand lights, illuminating the hall with warmth, the ambience ethereal, smelling and showing luxury with the perfect designs used in its decoration for the biggest event the pack has had in over a decade, the Alpha’s wedding.Clara, the Alpha’s bride stares at the a gigantic arch on the altar, decorated by her most favourite flowers and a trickle of tears run down her eyes, she smiles sadly, her heart clenching in pain as she turns her attention to the walls mounted full stretch by led TVs displaying beautiful pre-wedding pictures of her and Alpha Jace.She shifts her gaze upwards to stare at the blinding lights before staring back at her feet in a desolate manner as she stands on them, the many empty seats in front of her that teemed with smiling guests a few hours ago mirror exactly how she feels within.Empty.Today was supposed to be the happiest day of her life, if she got to marry the man she loved for a decade, not