Eighteen Ja Huss Novels & Stories

"Of course." Jessica frowned. Henri never avoided questions. Not normally. Yet something felt different. A tiny shift. A subtle crack. The sort of thing most people wouldn't notice. Jessica did. Because she'd spent most of her life studying people. Especially the things they tried to hide. "You look exhausted." Henri laughed. "I am eighty years old." "You weren't exhausted yesterday." "I was." "No." Henri pointed toward the door. "You've become very observant." Jessica folded her arms.

In a dim room, a handsome man sat on the stool. His face was lightly visible as the light from the laptop fell on his face. He had an evil smirk plastered on his face as he swiftly typed on the keyboard. ‘You are sure to be famous. Someone is again trying to get your information… Don’t worry I am the dark and I am protecting you from the dark, Jessica, be brave and face your enemies well.’ …………… The doctors examined Jia once more. Her face was pale as she screamed painfully filling the room with her shrill voices. Slowly these voices faded and the machine showed no sign of life. She was dead.

“You’re seriously messing with me, ain’t you?” System: “…” Byul glanced at Hassan and then asked the system. “Let me see his stats.” The system beeped and the screen displayed Hassan’s profile and skill section. [Duke Hassan Level 5 Ability: None Status; jiangshi (rare) Attack +10 Defense +50] Byul widened his eyes as he stared at the stats section. Look at that defense! Is that the reason he’s not burning from the sun anymore?! Byul chuckled and look at Hassan with a proud expression on his face.

I'm fixing to turn 18 I'm 17 nowmy birth day is coming up next week ,My name is Jade Girodano, and I'm a straight A student. I'm not super tall, maybe 5'4, so on the shorter side I have heavy c cupsize and curvy hips in all the right places but I'm firm where it needs to be and my killer red hair with its beautiful wavey curls, I'm not super popular I'm not on the cheer squad or anything like that well not after my Father died Mom says it was an accident a big dog or something ran out in front of the car on a very stormy night and I dont think I'll ever be able to get over it, I was my Father's little princess he called me that all the time ,I was so proud of my Dad he was my hero in my eyes

" She thought and felt angry suddenly. One Hour After... The living was quiet but the backyard of the apartment was lively... Zoey watched how her friends were dancing to Taki Taki by Dj Snake. Jenna, being a bad bitch wasn't giving up. Talking about their personality. JENNA'S a rich bad girl from a rich family. She's always after something that benefits her. She's caring but she loves trouble and she smokes. Yes she smokes and has tattoos on her laps and arms. She's had to make friends due to savage attitude and rudeness. Obsessed with Barbie and disneyland.

Isra had cleared the room. The Grand Architect, now in her late sixties with hair like spun snow, was sitting on the stone floor near the center of the room. Sitting opposite her was a boy. Jace was ten years old. He had the dark, messy hair typical of the northern mountain packs, and he was wearing a simple wool tunic. But he wasn't sitting like a child. He was sitting in a state of absolute, rigid focus. Both of his small hands were pressed perfectly flat against the flagstones.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

The fake Adam lifted his brow and attempted a gentlemanly smile. "Since we share the same name, I don't mind helping you out if you're really that broke, but you shouldn't lie." My fists tightened. I took a few deep breaths, forcing down the anger boiling in my chest before turning to Erica. "Are you sure he's Adam?" Erica huffed impatiently. "Of course. Now get lost. I've never seen anyone so shameless." With that, she slammed the door shut.

Joxan replied, focused on the screen. Jessica’s face scrunched up in frustration. "You’re only five minutes older than me! And I’m not a kid anymore!" She hated how he always acted like an adult while treating her like a baby. Huffing in annoyance, she stomped over to the bed and flopped down. "I’m not talking to you anymore!" Joxan ignored her and continued typing. He uploaded the photo into a search engine and waited for results. Within seconds, a page full of information appeared on the screen—news articles, old records, and public archives.

Jessica said with a convincing face. “Do you really love me Jess?" He asked. After missing his late wife, in addition to suffering from sexual aversion disorder, Lexi also couldn't easily trust others, especially in love, and Jessica, a young girl, 18 years old. He was not sure if he would give his heart and love to her.