Indigo Blue Jessica Watson Novels & Stories

Tyson was so happy to hear from his boss and he immediately explained what happened with his wife. “Good,” Black said. “Kai will come to get you now boss,” Tyson said. Black narrowed his eyes when he saw a link on his phone, recognizing it to be from the company’s server he clicked on it and Kai was connected to him. With that, they were able to find him easily. DANIEL’s MANSION Jessica woke up first in the house, she keeps humming a song as she dies her business. Taking her bath, cooking, and even when dressing, she wouldn’t stop humming a song like a widowed witch.

KAI’S POV Whenever I saw Jessica, my wolf yearned to howl in pain. She sat before the fire and her skin was pale and flushed with the violet glimmer of the Sovereign spark. She wore my flannel shirt, which was too large and the hem was up so that the bare, creamy skin of her thighs could be seen. She was the kind that should have been in my bed, under my covers and branded and possessed. Rather, she was gazing at me with eyes with which she seemed to be betraying me worse than any silver blade.

"Wait. You own the liftoff? Of course Amber Jameson. Your late wife. We all knew her as Amber Carriewhite. Couldn't even see that pass through my mind." "Doctor. We need to talk." Said Jessica walking to the bedroom. Stuart. You are living for Emin tomorrow." "Sure." He remarked happily watching the two ladies head to the bedroom. Vivana closed the door on the inside waiting for what Jessica wanted to talk to her about. "Yes?" She settled on the bed. "You're immune to me." She started. "What do you mean by immune?" "Listen. How should I explain it? The moment you walk close to me, I can't use my energy. I was asking the director to let you work with me and Dannie but I think it might not be

“What’s your name, girl?” “J-Jessica, sir,” she stuttered, trembling visibly. “Now, Jessica,” I started, glaring at her, “listen to me. I want you to report everything that has to do with the blue-eyed goddess to me, starting from now. Do you understand me? Every single thing that concerns Damon Vyon!”

This still could be blind martyr heaven. Jessica’s face, her beautifully shimmering eyes paired with a sweet straight little nose, was watching me closely. Stroking my beard as if I might suddenly flee like a startled horse. As my focus improves, I notice the tiny dimples beaming at me from her soft cheeks. “They’ve been waiting for so long. Our wolves. All the other lives your eyes always stayed blue, when you were tricked or conned by those around you. You were always meant to be jade-eyed, my darling. WIth me. My wolf could finally help finish healing you. When I arrived and saw this room, my medical equipment…I knew it was finally time.”

Inside them, fabric samples, mannequin torsos, and something that looked disturbingly human. She stepped closer. One tank held what looked like skin, but too smooth, too synthetic. Beneath it was a plaque, Subject 3 Prototype Hybrid. Olivia whispered, “Ethan, what did you do?” A sound echoed behind her, footsteps, slow and confident. “Still searching for truth, Olivia?” a voice said. She turned. Jessica stood there, dressed in white silk, hair coiled like a crown. Her beauty looked unreal under the sterile lights. “How are you here?” Olivia demanded. “You were declared dead.”

She reached an abandoned storage room and pushed the door open. Waiting inside was the servant with the Crimson Fang tattoo. "Report." "The commander has engaged Rowan." Jessica nodded. "And the Luna?" "Escaping with the Beta." Jessica's smile faded. "That won't do." She reached beneath her cloak and removed a small crystal vial. Unlike the poison before, this liquid shimmered silver. "What is that?" the servant asked. Jessica smiled. "Moonbane." "One drop weakens a werewolf." "Three drops prevent shifting." She looked toward the palace windows.

The Next Day Jessica got up early to get ready for the opening ceremony that would take place. She was kinda nervous but also relieved that Steve would be beside her the whole time. He was her support pillar, a strong one over that. Jessica got ready in her royal blue long dress. She tied her hair in a bun and wore a sapphire jewelry set. She looked stunning. Putting on light makeup she moved out of her room to the living room. She was wearing her heels when the doorbell rang. She opened the door to reveal Steve in a royal blue suit, looking sharp as always. His eyes trailed at his gorgeous wife.

Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally

And once doubt entered the mind, control becomes easy. Jake still hadn't learned that. He ruled with force, pressure, obsession and possession. Everything about him was intense and that was why Jessica ran from him in the first place. I picked up my glass and took a slow sip, my thoughts drifting back to the look in her eyes the day I met her in Jake's suite. She was angry, guarded and wounded, but beneath all that fire was exhaustion. Jessica Wilson was tired and tired people always searched for peace eventually, and that was where I come in.