Daredevil Jessica Jones Crossover Novels & Stories

Despite her physical limitations, her mind is sharp, weaving a tale of deception and misplaced affection. Jessica: (continuing) I thought she was manipulating Michael, playing the victim to hold his attention. But seeing her... so broken, so desperate for freedom... it changed something in me. Authority: What happened when you confronted Ms. Scarlet? Jessica: She begged me to save her. (pauses, taking a deep breath) And I told her I would... that everything would be fine. She trusted me, hugged me... and that's when I did it. Her voice cracks slightly, a rare moment of vulnerability that doesn't go unnoticed. The authority, a seasoned detective, presses on, his voice steady and demanding pre

Dare’s long black hair, straight and shiny, was the envy of shampoo models the world over. Jessica smiled at him, blushing slightly. It was hard to be inconspicuous when people kept recognizing her. Her plan to drop the loot and get the hell out of Dodge was not going as anticipated. “Hey, Dare. Yeah, it’s me.” “I thought you dumped Sed. Are you guys back together?” Jessica shook her head vigorously. “No chance.” “Yo, Dare, get a move on! We’re on in thirty minutes,” Exodus End’s drummer, Steve Aimes, called from the back door of the venue.

This was the first day of the new life of the new and improved Jessica Harris. ******************************THE END************************************* I WOULD APPRECIATE HONEST FEEDBACK FROM THE READERS

Dean exclaimed as he called one of the waiters. "And please pay with the broken bottle, okay? We'll be out of here soon!" Dean grabbed his glasses, as well as Jessica's small bag. With a forceful tug Dean pulled Jessica away. "I'm not leaving! Are you kidnapping me, Dean! Let go! I still want to be here!" Because the tug-of-war scene and Jessica's resistance made it seem deliberate, Jessica accidentally scraped the broken glass she was holding against Dean's wrist and made Dean injured. Blood started coming out of Dean's wound. Dean winces slightly while Jessica stares at Dean's wound and Dean's face then throws away the broken glass.

The day after I proposed to my fiancée, she sent me a message out of nowhere saying it was over. I called her over and over, frantic, but she hung up every time. I sent message after message, and she read every one without replying. I even went looking for her, but she was nowhere to be found. It was not until I collapsed onto the couch, completely drained and white as a sheet, that I finally saw a new social media post from her childhood friend. [Only Ellery would actually go through with it. She drew the dare to dump her fiancé cold—no explanation, nothing—and she really did it. Absolute legend!] I read it, then replied to her message: [Got it.]

Instead, the laugh performed sharply with edges too. Jessica. And Chloe. Dressed like desperation within luxury, there they were as I glanced up. Chloe looked as she always did with soft curls plus a cashmere cardigan. Her smile like that of an innocent lamb was worn as armour. Sleek black clothed Jessica who showed drive and resolve. For relevance, they were circling like vultures in designer heels. I spotted them at the same moment that they spotted me. The smirks were instant, beyond God. Jessica drawled “Sarah Darell,” as if she were auditioning for some role she already lost. “Look at you. Mom-mode suits you. Very…” I am grounded because of that.

"And Daniel has been quite good to you for the past three years. You will definitely marry him." She added. "You were too rash tonight. You shouldn't have hired someone to deal with that bitch yourself. You have to be careful next time. If you face a situation like that again, you should never get directly involved, no matter what. Got it?" Jessica pouted. "I was just worried." Jessica had already failed twice. She had no idea how Rebecca knew all those lowly common folks. Because of them, she was able to get out of danger time after time.

Alexander said coldly, "you allowed that monster to hurt more innocent women." Suddenly, amidst the chaos, a piercing scream echoed across the room. "Ahhhh!" Everyone turned around at a time. Jessica. She had collapsed to the floor, her body curled in pain. Her dress was soaked in red between her legs. Valeria dropped beside her, shrieking, "Jessica! What’s happening?" "My baby!" Jessica cried, clutching her belly. "It hurts, oh my God, it hurts!" Panic surged. "Call an ambulance!" Someone shouted.

Joshua smirked at her daring manner. “Fine.” Joshua said and stood up. He kept eye contact with Jess as he moved his jacket of his shoulders. he then grabbed the back of his shirt collar and dragged it over its head. His muscles flex with each and every movement, Jess couldn’t help but look as his muscle contracted and then relaxed. His hands moved to his belt, his eyes still holding Jess’s. She gulped and forced herself to keep his gaze even though every fiber in her wanted to turn away. He undid his zipper and his button of his pants before pulling it down, leaving him in black and grey checker boxers. Jess didn’t even realize that she broke the eye contact and was now freely roaming his b