Jess Felton Unfriended Novels & Stories

I cut in sweetly, flashing a casual smile. “I hope it’s a good surprise, then.” He held out his hand again. “Forgive my manners. I’m Brian.” I shook his hand. “Nice to meet you, Brian. I’m Clairessa—Jess’s best friend.” I savored every second. For once, I wasn’t the one being blindsided by some smooth-talking guy. Jess—usually so carefree, so untouchable—was the one squirming now. And honestly? It was oddly therapeutic watching her stumble into the kind of messy, tangled encounter she always teased me about.

“What the fuck is going on? Are you sure your family is not in the Mafia? Who sells a child even before they can speak?” But on the other hand, I was speechless. Words fail me. I couldn't find the words to console my best friend. Jess was weeping uncontrollably, her breath catching in a shuddering sobs. We spent almost half an hour trying to get her to calm down and find a solution before she could stop. “I am sorry to hear about that, Jess. Where are you now?” Annie asked. “I am still at home. Remember, I am still grounded?” Jess tried to crack a joke to lighten up the mood.

Other than Sally and her family members who knew the new number, there was no one else. She did not look at the phone number and continued to pick up the juicer as she put the phone back to her ear. "Hello." "Aunt Jeje, it's Felix." When she heard the familiar sound of a clean child, Jessie's eyes turned red for a moment and her voice could not help but choke. "Felix, you are finally willing to talk to me. . ." At this moment, she had forgotten that she had changed the number. She was not curious that they had her new number.

Her phone blipped and took her attention away. "Guess who's working tonight?" said Jess, playing her phone and wiggling her brows. She took Autumn by her arm and led us into the cafe by the alley. I glanced at the alley one more time and nodded to myself as I made up my mind. I hated to keep things from my friends but I had to do whatever it took to protect them. Even if that required me to play nice and squeeze the information out of the charming, dangerously good-looking Hunter Jones.

Bella walked out of the room. The door closed. And Bella’s expression changed instantly. She looked at her screen, selected Jessy’s contact. Send. Delivered. “Enjoy it, sweet sister…” Bella murmured with a satisfied smile. BALI — Jessy’s Apartment Jessy was reviewing her new designs when her phone buzzed. A notification from an unknown number. Jessy frowned. “What now?” She opened the message. The video played. Reno… hugging Bella. Jessy froze. She swallowed. “Well… what a pretty little game this girl is playing.”

I lie to her, shrugging and taking my toast to my mouth for a big bite, "Sorry to disappoint. The real Fire Omega is out there, though, never lose faith. She's probably super cool and awesome." "I'm sure," she murmurs, but then she sighs and actually walks out. "That girl is driving me nuts," I grumble to Jessy, making her laugh. I turn to help Ash wipe his mouth. "She reminds me of you," Jessy murmurs, leaning on the counter and looking at me with a fond smile, "A little rebel. She's just a lot better at hiding it, though. She's a professional ass-kisser... unlike you." "I'd rather be an ass-kicker, especially when it comes to these people," I grumble. Jessy continues telling us gossip abou

I take a breath and make sure to look at everyone in the jury, "Now, Franco is saying that I 'was all over him for days, seducing him' but I have the whole camp as a witness and they know that I adore my Fated Alpha, Elliot Thorne, and I was only being nice to Franco because we all thought he was in love with me and I didn't want to make him feel bad. " "Get to the point, Monroe, please," my lawyer repeats, pinching the bridge of his nose. My father gives me a thumbs up from his seat in the audience. "If I get straight to the point: Franco Jazzer is a rapist and caused me serious psychological issues, without telling the whole story, no one will understand and maybe they'll let him go free s

Sophia’s phone buzzed inside her bag, unnoticed. A single unread message glowed on the screen. “Good job. Phase one complete.”

“I don’t know. That is what is eating me. I don’t know.” “Then stop trying to recover a perfect memory under panic. We’ll handle the file if it exists.” After we hung up I finally slept in short stretches. Just after midnight my phone buzzed once. Not Bella. Not Damien. An unknown number with a voice note attached. I opened it. For a second there was only static and the faint sound of a door. Then Damien’s voice from that night, distant but clear enough. Where the fuck have you been? My stomach turned. Then another stretch of muffled movement, my own voice too low to catch, and Damien again, sharper.

Roy despised people like that. “What about the Christian situation? How are you going to handle it?” Hugh asked Jessica. Even Wusterfield had received news, knowing that Jessica had filed a real-name report against Christian. Hugh worried that Jessica might not be able to manage the fallout and was preparing for the aftermath. Jessica ate the fish that Chris had placed on her plate. “Don’t worry about it. This person will bring disaster on himself. Didn’t he already beg the Felton family? But who doesn’t know FN collaborates with the Wilder Group? How could FN help? I’m a little worried that some relatives in the Felton family might secretly help.”