Jess Felton Unfriended Novels & Stories

She never knew Tristan was a good actor. “Oh My! Is it just me, or is it getting hot in here?” Jess’s voice pulled Anna from her daze, and immediately turned her face away from Tristan, but the camera had already caught her blushing, and the viewers who watched were already invested in their love story. “I hope that answers your question.” Tristan slowly peeled his eyes off Anna’s face. “It certainly does, Mr Reyes. I am sure our viewers agree with me on that.” Jess shook her head and grinned widely. “Onto the next question!” She said and glanced at her iPad.

He replied. She finished eating and he led her out. Augustus drove to his house and Jess was in the living room with Snow. She got up and looked at Val guiltily. ''I am so sorry, I couldn't tell you anything... But trust me, our friendship is real... you know I love you..." Val smiled at her. "I know you love me... But I am still mad at you for not telling me that you are a hybrid." Jess smiled and hugged her. "Sorry for that"

Jess has been crying for the past two days, though it's been weeks in the werewolf world, here in the modern city, it's been just two days and Jess had been looking crazily for her best friend, Mira. She's just coming from the professor's office and he said Mira didn't submit her project, Mira would never miss lectures or fail her project for anything in the world. Jess’s POV Though she's the craziest and weirdest person in the world, she'd never miss lectures for anything….she's a complete school freak. My eyes swelled up again as I entered our dorm, her space was still neatly arranged like she left minutes ago, she never let her space get tattered.

“Bet she’ll last, what? Ten minutes before she bolts?” Jackson snorts. “You’re not wrong. Jessa’s allergic to fun. She’ll probably stand in the corner with Mariah and sip Sprite while everyone else is living.” I chuckle like I agree, like I don’t care either way. But something about it nags at me. Because I know Jessa. She might pretend she doesn’t care about any of this, but I’ve seen the way her eyes flick to the sidelines, like she wants to be part of things but doesn’t know how.

She is unhappy in her marriage, her husband has been unfaithful to her with his secretary for years, she takes revenge by shiting on him every time we go out to Mykonos. And Jess is the baby of the group, she's barely nineteen, she's Andrea's younger sister and she's going through a bit of a late emophase. I lick my lips, looking at them nervously. — There is something even worse that I haven't told you. — What could be worse than the fact that you've sabotaged your possible relationship with a man who fucks and I quote... ‘‘As God commands''? - Jess asks, interested. — Well, after getting drunk I... ah... I sent him some quite obscene voicemails and photos.

Jess clapped her hands like a kid in a toy store. “And you are no doubt gonna make all of us your victims?” I raised my brows and gave her a pointed look. It was Jess’s dream to be a makeup artist one day, and she had never missed a chance to experiment with us. “Aww, babe, it’s cute how you know me so well.” Jess winked at me and blew a kiss. I shook my head, accepting my fate, anything to make my best friend happy. * * * If I had known that Ashton was going to be there, I would have bailed. I was going to run the other way when I saw him walking towards me.

"He's no killer, Jess. Okay? Just a troubled guy with issues." "Yeah," she murmured before looking away, seeming a tad doubtful. "I won't tell anyone, if you don't want me to." Good. She understood the stakes. "Yeah. Thanks." Whew... "But in case you're gonna report it..." Jessi got up from her seat and grabbed her phone. "You can use the CCTV footage as proof." ×

"Please, Jessy. Pretend to be my girlfriend." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Please can we just put this all behind us? Trina answered her loud knocking but she put the chain on the door so Jess could not get in, ‘You have some fucking nerve I’ll give you that’ She snarled, ‘Who do you think you are selling your best friend out for a one-night stand with a man-whore like him?’ ‘That’s not fair Trina, he was, well, he was wonderful’ Jess protested instantly defending him, ‘Was he now? I take it you are seeing him again then? You must be if helping him kidnap me was the result.’