Glitchtale Jessica Novels & Stories

She laughed coldly. "The real Jessica was burned in the car accident five years ago, and she was scarred all over her body. However, there are no scars on your body at all." Jessica pulled her arm back instinctively, but Grace was so strong that she couldn't break free. "I don't know what you're talking about." Grace said firmly, "You don't understand? Then, let me spell it out for you. You aren't Jessica at all! The real Jessica died in the car accident five years ago, and you're just an impostor!"

“You guys are useless!” This was Jessica’s first failure since her debut, and the lesson had been painful. She pointed at Thomas. “What’s your name?” “I’m Thomas Mayo from Sterling Technology.” “Thomas Mayo? Okay, I’ll remember you. Just you wait. I won’t forgive you. I’ll teach you a lesson sooner or later. Let’s go.” Lyla and Georgia were both overjoyed when Jessica said so. No company had ever been able to escape from Jessica’s trickeries. Today, they had made a breakthrough.

Yet, as she gazed up at Lucas, a lingering fear gnawed at her—a fear of the feral urges she had unleashed Amidst the lingering echoes of moonlit surrender, Jessica found herself ensnared in the aftermath—a tapestry of vulnerability woven into the cool kitchen floor. The entanglement with Lucas, her alpha and confidant, had unveiled realms of desire she hadn't fathomed. As she struggled to disentangle limbs and emotions, a realisation gripped her—a transformation not just physical but existential.

“Tegan told me that the Old Luna had asked her to arrange the Gala instead of me. Good luck replacing me now, bitch.” Her friends laughed with her, though with less fervor. “She’ll just find a room full of trash.” “Which is what she deserves.” Jessica emerged from the changing booth dressed in a skin-tight dress that showed off her curves. She was stunning but her cruel expression ruined her beautiful face with an ugly twist of her lips. “Because the trash belongs with the other trash!” one of the girls tittered. “She really is trash though.” Jessica’s eyes gleamed as climbed onto a pedestal and turned to admire her figure in the tri-fold mirror. “Have I told you about her mother, yet?”

At that moment, Cynthia was in shock and could not speak. Is this Jessica really the Jessica she knew in her previous life? The Jessica of the previous life was a rogue, a beta, unable to speak, athletic and flexible, familiar with herbs. And, most likely, an orphan. But, this Jessica in front of her was the Alpha' daughter of the Lily Pack, can talk, is weak, and is not sure if she is familiar with herbs. And she is an Omega.

I hung up and asked a maid to allow him in. He rushed upstairs panting as he held my phone. I collected it and played the video that was on the screen. I couldn't say anything as I saw Jessica, if that's her name, look like a zombie while staring at a burning house. She was smiling, a smile that looked more of someone that had lost everything. She stood still for kind and everyone around there screamed then fell to the ground. It wasn't a pleasant sight but I wanted to hide my expression from Marshall. Marshall looked at me as if he was about to cry. She smelled of ashes. Like I predicted, he started crying.

I had done a lot of terrible things in my life—enough to think the Moon Goddess would never favor me with a mate. But Jessica? She was more than I ever could have asked for. “Why did you do it?” Jessica asked, her soft voice taking on a different edge. Beatrice didn’t answer. Jessica’s smile widened, and she let out a low chuckle. “I’ll ask one more time, Beatrice,” she said, taking another step forward. “Why did you do it?” Beatrice’s lips parted, but no words came out. Jessica didn’t wait anymore. In one swift move, her hand shot out and wrapped around Beatrice’s throat, her grip tightening.

They were red as if rats had bitten them. “Oh, baby! How are you feeling? Jessica asked. “I know how to buck you up, I have planned something for you. I'll get ready in five minutes then we will go,” she said excitedly and my darling mate nodded. “We'll see about that,” Sapp smirked. Time for Croton tiglium’s magic! “I'm ready,” Jessica said coming downstairs. It would be a lie if I said, she isn't looking good. She’s wearing a rosy short dress, makeup done to perfection.

I woke up the following day yawning, and stretched my hands upwards. I was extremely tired the previous day so I woke up late today. I took a look at the alarm clock, it was 10:00am. I quickly jumped up from my bed and rushed to the bathroom to take a bath. After bathing, as I stepped out of the bathroom, I collided with Mr Nates. "Morning" I said. He raised his wristwatch, by looking at that watch it looks expensive,and showed me

he spit out, as he moved and lifted Belle over his shoulder. “Cole!” Jessica screamed in my mind. “You hold on. Whatever happens, I am coming for you,” I vowed. Jessica continued to call out to me, “Tell me where you are. Every step, Jessica, keep talking to me,” I encouraged. She started relaying everything, when she started to whimper. “What? What is happening?” I asked, frantic to get to my mate. “They are injecting something else into my body,” she responded sounding panicked. “Just stay strong, Jess. I will find you,” I promised before I felt our mind-link cut off. “JESSICA!”