Jess Lourey Books Novels & Stories

"You're being really funny with me." "Erm." 'Think fast, Jess.' "I'm just having my monthly," she announced, giving an apologetic smile. "Gross," he muttered, releasing his grasp on her shirt. Jess couldn't help but smile as she made her way to her room. Like most nights, she did her homework, putting in the smallest amount of effort required to get it finished before binge-watching her latest favourite series on Netflix. She fell asleep watching the show, dreaming about sharp-toothed werewolves and seductive vampires. The 'are you still watching?' message flashed on her screen. Getting up, she searched for the controller and selected 'no' before turning off the television.

and move on girl! I look at her wide eyed and jealous of her high confidence to just pick herself up and move on. I know Jess, but it’s hard. I love him. What Jess don’t look at me like that. Look at you like what Jazz? I don’t know, like how could I love him and I don’t even know him. That’s not how I’m looking at you Jazz it’s just you always put your heart out there with everyone you meet and I don’t think everyone is that special to get to witness just how special you truly are, that’s all I’m saying. Look I gotta get to work, but as always call me if you need to talk. I love you girl, later! She yells as she walks out and locks the door behind her. You know I think she’s right I should

I asked just in case she’s referring educational textbooks as novel; trust me a lot do that. "I have romance, streamy, and horror, I think that’s it." I never thought Jess is a romance novel reader, I thought she is the kind of girl that is interested in cooking, cleaning, and reading historical books and stuff like that. "I think I will go for the romance novel for now."

Ryder said as he kissed her. "I love you too, my king." This is the end of book one. Please continue reading for Book 2 titled Jessi: The First Female Warrior. Thanks for reading!

Before she could ask, Jasper’d smiled and said, “I’m a little psychic. It comes and goes, and I can’t control what I see so it’s worthless.” “Not worthless,” she’d assured him. “You just need to learn how to harness it.” “Perhaps,” he’d said with a slight shrug, “but I have more pressing matters at the moment.” “I can contact the coven through the web,” she’d offered, “but you’ll still have to find a way to get me out of here without a bodyguard.”

THIRTY: JESSICA'S POV I watched as Willow grabbed the book from Emily enthusiastically. I didn't know she loved to read this much. She stretched her hands to the stool beside her and grabbed her glasses. I thought she was just being her playful self when she had earlier asked Emily to pass the book to her, but right now? It looks like she is serious. In no time, her fingers flipped the book cover open, adjusting her glasses with her free hand. “A Mystery Romance," she said with a shy giggle. “Ohh I'm so going to love this read!” She continued flipping to the next page.

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

Doris swallowed hard and looked away. Those two were the exact nights when she was reading the first and second books of Fanny Firth’s Forbidden Escapades. She hadn’t realized that drowning herself into those racy yarns would make her lose sense of her surroundings. There was no point denying that now, she was a lousy liar anyway. “I... well, yes... I will admit to that, Jess.” She took a deep breath and looked the younger woman in the eye. “Lately I’ve been having these strange longings, these sinful needs that I never had before.”

She picked it up and carried it with her as she left her room. She occupied herself with the book she was holding as she waited on the long couch for her food to arrive. The book Jessie was reading was a romance novel, and she loved everything romantic. Just how she prefers it. She smiled as she flipped open the book and began reading the first page. "Nice. Nice beginning." She kept reading, and with each second and minute that passed, she was either crying, laughing, or throwing a fit about how insane the main characters are. Everyone who was close to Jessie could not help but notice how dramatic she was. Being close to Jessie means knowing her dramatic side.

**114** The lamplight painted long shadows across Jessy’s bedroom walls. We’d barely made it past the living room couch before clothes started coming off again—my shirt left on the hallway floor, her jeans kicked somewhere near the kitchen doorway, her panties still tangled around one ankle when I lifted her onto the bed. She landed on her back with a soft bounce, hair fanning across the pillow, eyes glittering with the kind of reckless want that had been simmering since the moment she walked into McGreevy’s earlier.