Jess The Killer Novels & Stories

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

He'd burn the whole world for her, and so would her brothers. For the past 7 months, the Romanos and him have been torturing the people responsible. Turns out Jake and two small gangs came together and planned out everything. The small gangs wanted power and were enemies with both the Italians and the Russians. Seeing as Jess was the youngest and the only girl, the weakness, they decided to go after her. The only thing, their plan failed, and they're paying badly for it. They're miserable, wishing they never did what they did. The only thing, it's too late for regrets.

She struggled and his grip tightened. Jack's form hurried across the grounds; grounds they all called home. “Alissa? What’s teh matter?” he shouted before skidding to a halt before the pair. “What's going on?” Jack stood taller than his siblings, his proud straight back demonstrating authority as he trained to be the next Beta of the Wuffaman Pack. His chestnut hair and emerald eyes matched his siblings perfectly. “She's killed them!” Michael screamed, his eyes wild. Jack stopped dead in his tracks

Damon tells Alpha Hunter and I have to wonder what he means by true form. “So, she is up to her old ways of body hopping or disguising herself as someone else. Which makes sense. Jess wasn’t really Jess when she attacked you, Willow. It must have been the Moon Witch disguised as her.” Alpha Hunter then told Willow and Willow then quickly asked, “Then where is the real Jess?” “Wait, are you talking about Jessica, Derrick’s mate?” Damon now asks and I want to growl because she was Beta Shawn’s mate not some rogue Beta’s mate.

“Bullshit. We should have killed you along with your bitch.” ‘Dane hospital!’ I link my brother, hoping he would come quickly. I step forward enough to see Jess around the corner. Her body sprawled out on the floor. There wasn’t even a chance of saving her, not when her heart had been ripped from her chest. Dane arrives with Klaus. I watch Dane’s eyes shift between all of us before landing on Jess. “Check the dungeon.” Damien mutters as he stays squared up to Jenson. “I smell him.”

"Damn Kiran York, calling me ugly. I’ll stab you! Stab you!" Jessie Jensen stabbed at a doll in front of her with a throwing knife. The doll represented Kiran. After being humiliated by Kiran, Jessie wanted to hire someone to kill him, but the response she received was a refusal to kill Kiran. She didn't understand why they would accept the task initially but then refuse to carry it out. She asked around but found no answers. Filled with frustration, Jessie, unable to confront Kiran, could only take her anger out on the doll.

The door opened and her mom bent down to comfort her as she wept for what felt like hours. “Ahem. I don’t mean to interrupt but we do need to ask Jess a couple of questions.” A cop around the same build as Trevor was waiting just inside the house. After going through the routine questions Jess felt like she was about to crumble. She had sat and told the officers that Trevor could have just made a drunken mistake. Throwing herself on the bed she puts her hands on Trevor’s belongings. She felt like she had betrayed Trevor with her lies. She would never get to taste his lips again or feel the warmth of his hug. Death and sadness was all she had known before him. Now death and sadness is

Storm stood up from her seat, too unsettled to remain sitting down. Her father had tried to divorce Jess? The hate that had sprouted within, down, went down some more inches. Her father. His actions had been pioneered by Jess. Jess was the perpetrator. Jess killed her mother; her father had just been a tool. Jess had also killed her father. Jess would pay. Storm vowed that she would make the woman pay. She wasn’t sure how, but she would do that. The first step was ensuring that the slut’s bounty becomes null and void.

, Asher countered. "Pst ......dude it doesn't matter okay. I'm not staying in this hell hole", Jess argued. " Besides, I miss my mum and she won't stop calling me ever since the disappearances started and I'm scared as fuck of death. So.... adios amigos ", she saluted the school and started heading back not caring if Asher was following. " What if I told you that whatever is killing people won't hurt you?" He asked. Making Jessica's steps falter.

I huff into his face and click past another image in my mind. This is my killing zone. Slobbery, bloody bubbles spill from between Ramon’s misshapen lips. “Please,” he manages to breathe. My voice is low and steady. “I’ve just begun, asshole. Who had you following Moon’s wife?” I need the information—sooner rather than later. Madison’s bodyguard, Jess, spotted the tail a week ago. I wasn’t a fan of hiring Jess, but that was between Madison and Moon. Jess isn’t my type. She shouldn’t be Madison’s either. I actually laugh at the thought, and the sinister sound echoes in the small room. Jess is a bona-fide, he-man dike. Cropped hair, bulging muscles, and nerves of steel. I should know; I’ve box