Breaking The Dark: A Jessica Jones Marvel Crime Novel Novels & Stories

A collection of dark, raw narratives that people would have to read. “You’re insane,” Jenni says, shaking her head, though I can see the faintest hint of interest in her eyes. “You think you can find real criminals and get them to tell you their life story?” “It’s unique,” I insist. “And no one’s ever done it. People would be hooked. I tell them I'm doing research for my dark romance, which I am. Then I use everything in another book as well.”

We didn't let the darkness win. END OF VOLUME ONE

More ways to turn the shadow I’d stolen from Jessica into something I could wield without fear. I wasn’t running anymore. I was preparing. And when the wolves finally came looking whether it was Enzo searching for his mate, Dexter hunting his weapon, or Jessica rising with her own twisted darkness I would be ready. Not as the broken girl who fled through tunnels.

Lucas hadn’t lied about the bag—Jessica’s was pink and black, mine a softer pink and white. I traced Jessica’s smiling face with my fingertips. “I love you so much,” I whispered. “I’m weak, sister. I’m not you. But somehow—I’ll get you your revenge. Brant is going to suffer. He’ll suffer for breaking your heart, for throwing us out of the mansion, for your death… and for your child.” And then, uninvited, Brant’s words echoed through me: 'But no matter how much I tried, somehow you carved yourself into me. You’re here, inside this dark, black, rotten heart of mine.'

"Vincenzo, are you insane? You destroyed everything I had, and now you want to start over? You locked me in that cold room, broke our token of love, watched me get tortured, then tried to pin fake crimes on me. Did you forget all that?" "I haven't forgotten!" he shouted. He tried to push past the bodyguards, but they held him tight. "I know I was wrong. I can make it right! I'll give you anything you want. Take the Costa family's empire, or even my life! I can give you everything as long as you acknowledge me!" "I want nothing," I replied as I looked at him without a hint of emotion. "I just want you gone. Stay out of my life. Never show up again."

One moment, I’m about to seriously dislocate his shoulder and the next, my miserly weapon dangles from my fingers while strong fingers wrap around my throat, leaving me unable to breath. I drop the trunk completely and claw at the hand around my throat. I feel myself being lifted from the ground. I hear mother’s distressed cry and Sophia’s whimpering, but all my mind registers is the manner in which the stranger’s skin burns into mine, branding me…just like the monster in my dreams. I begin to feel dizzy from the lack of air, but just before I pass out, he opens his eyes and familiar, fierce, golden orbs pin me in place, setting my already burning soul aflame.

"Dear Leo, The darkness that shadows your family runs deeper than you can imagine. Your father, Albert, is not the man you think he is. Three years ago, he committed a heinous act that still haunts the corridors of our city. The life he took was that of Jessica Morgan, his loyal secretary and our unsuspecting comrade. The incriminating evidence lies hidden in your mother's cupboard. Unlock the truth, Leo, and unveil the sins your father tried so desperately to bury. Beware the secrets that follow,

he asked, his voice breaking in pretence. I didn't know what to say. I knew the truth and I couldn't let him get away with this, not when he was going to ruin my life. "Malcolm you…" "Enough!!!" The pack's adviser. Roberts yelled. "No more word from you treacherous woman. Not only did you try to sell the pack out. You're also carrying a bastard child. Alpha she should be executed this minute and you have to pass the judgement even though she's your daughter. She's not fit to live!" She stated in a firm voice and I could only cry uncontrollably.

And now the means sits before me, if only I continue playing my cards right. Roman's dark reputation initially gave me pause. But the more I'm around him, the more certain I become that his ruthless nature is precisely what I need to fuel my vengeance. With him as my mate, none will dare stand in my way. Not even Dorian, though he desperately tries. Again and again he's accosted me, begging me to change my mind. Swearing I'm his true mate despite all evidence to the contrary. It sickens me to recall how deeply his lies hooked into my naive heart before. How easily I believed his proclamations of love and devotion, blind to the viper lurking beneath.

Jessica's POV. As I paced the hospital corridor, anxiety gnawing at my insides, the door suddenly exploded open. I jumped, my heart leaping into my throat. A wave of police officers stormed in, their uniforms crisp and authoritative. Leading them was Allison Miles—my nemesis, my worst nightmare. She had returned, and she looked every bit the powerful agent I remembered. The officers fanned out, their presence overwhelming, as they began to speak. Their leader, a tall man with a stern face, addressed me directly. “Jessica, you are under arrest for multiple offenses, including but not limited to—fraud, assault, attempted murder, and illegal surveillance.”