Glitchtale Jessica Novels & Stories

Gray noticed and asked her to stop. Jessica refuses and continues her narrative, saying she is fine. She tells Gray how the doctor said Willow has sickle cell disease that was triggered because of the trauma of the kidnapping. She breaks down as she narrates this part. Gray tries calming her down, but she shakes violently and curses Raphael and Diana. She threatens fire and brimstone if anything happens to her only sister. Gray comforts her again and tells her Willow will be fine. As she wipes her tears, the doctor and the nurse come outside; they immediately stand up. The doctor tells her that Willow is awake. Jessica hurriedly rushes inside the room with a gray following.

Now I rejoiced that we never formalized it, saving me a lot of trouble. I touched my belly. The life in there was gone, and my heart no longer beat for Milo. He frowned. "Jessica is an old friend. She has just got back and doesn't know anyone else here. What's wrong with celebrating her birthday? Stop getting jealous over nothing?" I gave a bitter smile. My belly still ached faintly from the miscarriage, yet I felt a strange relief. My child wouldn't be happy to have someone like Milo as his dad. When I didn't respond, he tossed a box onto the table like it was an afterthought. "Alright, Jessica shouldn't have hung up on you. Take this as her apology."

The sanctuary fell all around us. Dust and debris showered down as the old walls fell apart, causing fractures in the floor beneath my feet. My body screamed in anguish, but the pain in my wrist became hotter. The mark—no, the second mark—was burning itself further into my skin. "Rachael!" Kelvin's voice broke through the chaos. I saw him! His golden eyes found mine just as the ground shooked beneath us. I stumbled, as I was barely catching myself before I fell into the chasm splitting open at my feet. But before I could react—

Kayden spoke coldly and arrogantly. A chilly but mocking smile appeared on Ellison's face. "Miss Flinch is of exceptional talent. She is praised worldwide for her beauty, kindness, courage, and capabilities. How could she be compared to your fiancée? To be honest, I have never heard of Jessica before. Don't get offended; I'm just saying the truth. Miss Flinch is worthy of shaking my hands, but Miss Jessica? I wonder what she can do to a hotel in less than six months," Ellison chuckled.

Jessica’s voice crackled with urgency. Amelia was already moving, heading to her wardrobe. "What are you doing at Traland? Explain…clearly." “I got into a stupid argument and ended up betting on a race," Jessica said, frustration pouring through the line. "His driving was awful, so I figured I'd win easily. But then, ugh, he brought in someone else to race in his place!" There was a pause, followed by her furious voice. "If they can call for backup, so can I!"

He remembered. Inside me, Julia stirred, her voice sure, fierce. 'Tessa, this is no accident. Alaric is our second chance. A gift from the Moon Goddess herself.' My fingers curled against my skirt, trying to steady the tremor in them. For the first time in years, my heart didn't ache—it raced.

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Damn. I get out of bed with limp motivation and enter my bathroom. While brushing my teeth, the looming thoughts swim free in my mind. I mean, look at me. I, Jessica Williams, am a horrible person, friend, and a waste of space. I can't even hold onto a relationship without it falling apart.

" Mrs Grunt held a magazine and a newspaper in her hand. She shoved the papers in my hand and I took a look at them, feeling confused. At the front headline of the papers was the gossip station, written in big black letters of an exposé on our married life and what a fake it was. It was a paper written by Jacinta Kule. I couldn't believe this. Jessie had betrayed me. She had done it.

Her silver eyes flickered with something unreadable as she stared at Jessica. And then, she whispered, “He’s keeping her.” Tristan’s chest tightened. His wolf snapped its jaws, seething with uncontained fury. He had known it. The stranger wasn’t just haunting her nightmares anymore. He was holding her there. _______ Jessica Lewis Darkness pressed in from all sides, thick and suffocating. Pain throbbed through my body in violent waves, each one worse than the last. My back was on fire, my wrists raw from the iron shackles cutting into my skin. Every breath felt like a battle, the taste of blood sharp on my tongue.