Glee Jesse St James Novels & Stories

He left the house after that. Jesse sighed deeply, staring at a framed photo of them on their graduation day smiling cheerfully. His heart squeezed painfully, but he forced himself to smile. He lay back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Then, with trembling hands, he reached for the medication Dr. Craig had given him and swallowed it. ….. The next day, Jesse was already at the Blackwood mansion, a frown on his face as he glanced down at his phone, "She was stabbed by Gloria. She hasn’t woken up since surgery. And Susan… she might lose her sight."

“Thanks for being here, man. Thank you.” “Always. Whatever makes you happy makes me happy too,” Stiles said as he patted my back. Before he could say more, my sister, Jesse, walked in. She was wearing a purple dress, her hair pinned up with silver clips. She looked like a princess, but her face was tight with worry. These past few days, she had used every opportunity there was to talk to me, encouraging me, to say the least. Stiles saw her and cleared his throat. “Right. I’ll go check on the wine and make sure the guards aren't drinking it all. See you at the altar, Riven.” He gave us a quick wave and excused himself.

Jesse stepped into the woman’s personal space, her marks glowing through her shirt. "Mine," Jesse rasped, the word vibrating with raw power. The woman didn't argue; she practically bolted for the exit. Kyle, instead of being annoyed, looked absolutely ecstatic. His grin was blinding, his eyes glowing with a reflected amber fire. "You claimed me," he whispered, sounding like he’d just won the lottery. "Keep it in your pants, Romeo," Jackie interjected, sliding between them with a bucket of ice. "Jesse, eyes back to normal before you accidentally hex the jukebox. And Kyle, stop looking like a proud puppy; it’s embarrassing for the Alpha line."

People were asking who I was, where I came from, calling the campaign fresh and unexpected. Jesse’s voice came from behind me. “Mira? Since when do you model?” I turned, grinning. “Surprise.” He blinked. “Wait, what? You said you were taking design classes!” “I might’ve bent the truth a little,” I said, laughing. “Turns out, they were modeling lessons. Zayne helped set it up.” Jesse’s jaw dropped. “No way.” “Good surprise, right?” He looked back at the screen, shaking his head with a slow grin. “You got me. My own sister, modeling for Leeyo. Damn.” He laughed. “I need to have my proud brother moment at school or something.”

I might as well enjoy this adventure, I paid for it after all. “Great! You can ask him for an autograph.” They both look at me like I have grown horns. “We are big shots here, Em. Glamour, style and wealthy. That and autographs don’t go together,” Jesse tells me and Stela agrees. I sometimes wonder how I ended with them as friends. They are carefree and go with the flow, while I worry about everything. Right now, I am worried about pretending to be rich in Las Vegas where there are actually real filthy rich people.

The nerve of the man to strut like this is a freaking fashion show and like he had all the time in his hands. "What do you want from me?" I asked, trying to hide the fear in my voice. Alpha James scared me but Jesse himself felt like the human representation of fear. He looked like he could see straight into your soul with just a few glances and his eyes looked dead and empty. Just the kind of eyes a sociopath would have.

They want to be seen driving their luxury automobiles all of the time. "You go first," he said. I swiftly made my way inside the jeepney and took a seat. He went inside and sat next me after closing his umbrella. Three girls in front of us were giggling and staring at him. They appear to be high school students based on their uniforms, but their heavy makeup gives them a mature appearance. Zeeve is clearly an attention-grabber; he can even attract this kid's attention without trying. "Where do you reside?" He inquired.

Jesse asked through gritted teeth. "No. Your senses have finally returned from where you kept it." James taunted. "I just hope for your sake that Bella doesn't realize she can do better before you get the chance to call her your wife." "James!". Martina shrieked. "What in the world is wrong with you?". Jesse took a deep breath and slowly let it out. "I'm just going to let it roll off my back." He told James. "I won't let you tempt me into beating you up... Dad." He sauntered off.

"I don't want money, Jesse. I want you." The disdain in his gaze deepened. "Drop the manipulative act." Just as tension hit its peak, the door swung open. Gina strutted in on heels. Her once fiery red hair had been dyed sleek black. She was trying hard to play the perfect innocent girl Jesse liked. "You shameless old hag," she snapped. "Still trying to cling to Jesse? Look at yourself in the mirror. You're just an old, vain parasite. Take the money and get out already!"

Jake is in surveillance, he pauses at the door like he wants to say something, and when Jesse comes to stand by my side, he walks away. I exhale. Kelly and Jesse are on my personal protection team. Not like I need anything like that, but Jazz and I are on Jesse protection team, so it works out. “Now, I don’t want to hear no kissing sounds.” Jazz says, Jesse grins, “Don’t worry, we’re mostly soundless- okay, that’s a lie, Elijah makes a lot of beautiful sounds.” I swat him away. He is determined to turn me into a tomato today.