Novel & Cerita Daredevil Jessica Jones Crossover

We're not done yet." But I refused to give in. I stood my ground, despite the pain and fear coursing through my veins. "No," I spat at him. "I won't go anywhere with you. I want to go back to my pack. I don't want to be with you anymore." Jonathan's face turned red with anger, and he increased the beating. I felt like I was going to pass out from the pain, but I refused to back down. Just as Jonathan's anger seemed to reach a boiling point, a sudden movement caught his attention. Jessica appeared out of nowhere, her eyes blazing with determination and a gun held firmly in her hand. The gun, I realized with a jolt, was Jonathan's own. She must have grabbed it from the car. Jessica's gaze lock

"We've got a group rate with Doc Jones. She's very discreet, and she knows exactly the questions to ask. It's not shameful in the least. I think it would help him and you out. Obviously you're dealing with some guilt that he came back a different person, and we all know how he's dealing with himself." "Yeah, not at all," Jessica mumbled. There had to be a way that she could help him. There had to be some way to pull him back from this. She needed Layne back as much as he needed to be back. Circumstances had made decisions for her. She was here to stay in Bowling Green, Kentucky, and she would be damned if she didn't end up with the life that she had always wanted. It was time to stand up fo

The driver seat of Cruz's Tesla Model 3 was completely smashed into the iron rails of the parking lot. Cruz paused briefly before entering the ambulance after Cade as he noticed Jessica's presence. If eyes could kill Jessica would already be dead with the murderous glare he gave her. Blood drained from Jessica's face as reality dawned on her, her knees became weak and shaky, her hands trembling. "Now he is definitely going to make me pay!" She mumbled to herself as she lost her balance and fell to the ground.

“That’s eight figures, Cross. Real money. Even for us.” Julian’s smile is slow and cruel. “They’re calling it the Black Run. A full sweep. Clean through Twelve. Sponsors are salivating. She’s hot, she’s new, she’s got trauma written all over her. They think she’s the first wildcard to actually make it.”

“Oh, come on, man. Why’d you have to bring Joanna into this conversation? It’s not my fault that the man I was charged with following had a gorgeous daughter. Plus, she provided me with all the information I needed from her father. I just hadn’t planned on him showing up when I was going down on his daughter. You were supposed to be my lookout.” I huffed in annoyance and opened the car door, frustrated with Jace’s stubbornness. It seemed like no matter how much I tried to convince him, my opinion didn’t matter. So, instead, I decided that I would have to keep Max away from him, which shouldn’t be that hard, given what happened at Salvatore’s boxing gym. The feelings I had for her were defini

"You think you can navigate this maze without me? You think Sloane won't snap your neck the second I’m bleeding out on this floor?" "I don't plan on fighting Sloane," Jessica whispered, her grip tightening on the glass. "I just need to present Franco with a high – value elimination. You hold the Sovereignty Credit. Taking you off the board guarantees my extraction. It’s nothing personal, darling. You were a magnificent ride. But I want to live." Jessica shoved the glass forward. Gemini said She was fast, but I was forged in the dirt. Instead of pulling away from the blade, I dropped my entire body weight and twisted violently to the left. The jagged bottleneck sliced a shallow, burning line

Jessica ducked instinctively. Michael's voice hardened. "They won't stop until one of us is dead". She steadied her breath, picking up her fallen weapon. Her eyes, fierce and unyielding, locked on the distant rooftops. "Then let's make sure it's not us". And as lightning rippled through the sky, Jessica Collins betrayed lover, hunted survivor, and unwilling warrior rose from the ashes of her pain. This wasn't the end of the story. It was only the beginning of her war.

" His plea only made me laugh. He wanted to use me as his scapegoat again? Did he really think I would be his fool for life? I crouched until our eyes were level. I gripped his chin tightly and whispered into his ear, "In our previous life, you and that woman drained me dry. And in this life, you want to suck me dry again? Patrick, do you really take me for an idiot?" His eyes widened in horror. "You... You're also..." "That's right," I sneered. "Just like you, I was reborn." Patrick shook his head frantically. "No... That's impossible! If you were reborn, then why didn't you buy this lottery ticket?"

“Enough! The Grand Hall before noon. You’ll learn your fate then.” “You’re a wolf who loves an interesting bet. I see you don’t want me. Let’s make this interesting.” She could hear his annoyed growl, but she pressed on. “I dare you, Alpha Jones. Catch me in twenty-four hours. If you don’t, I’ll volunteer to become a rogue. If you catch me, you can do as you like with me.” “Oh, honey you don’t know what you’ve done. I’m coming for you. You’ll be my pet in every sense of the word. I’ve waited a long time for this.” Alpha Jones dropped their call. Raven looked at her phone, confused.

It was her ability to get people out unharmed even when people doubted that it was possible. James lets the file fall out of his hand and on to the desk. He leaned forward and supported himself with his elbos as he pinched the bridge of his nose with his right hand. He was exhusted. What ever it was that Carella was hidding, he wants to know. And he was sure that Mark-the man that never leaves Carellas' side- knew about it too. At this point James and Doneld didn't know what to do. So, instead of just pinning after Carella Jones, they decides to look more in to flower shops near the areas where Slik deal was found dead with his clients in a shoot out.