Jess The Killer Romane & Geschichten

, 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

And the resiliency of her spirit. Ksenia pointed to Jessa. Jessa sighed. "I'm Jessa. Wickedly good with a scalpel and sewing people back up. Pregnant, I get to sit at home and help with information inter- and extrapolation. I'm a good critical thinker-when I'm not overrun with baby hormones. And I'm always good for a joke."

But she was now, and she drew in another ragged breath. “She killed Justin.” Everything stopped, again. All eyes went to Nurse Sloane, who was looking at Jess, that same haunted look on her face. I didn’t think I’d ever see her without it again. “Nea killed Justin, and I saw it.” Jess fell back a whole step, her mouth dropping slightly. “What?”

I drank it black, scalding, standing at the counter with my forehead pressed to the cold cabinet door because it was the only thing keeping me from putting my fist through drywall. She wasn’t coming. I knew it the same way I’d known Joshua was going to put a bullet in my spine the second he saw me shielding her last night. Instinct. Bone-deep certainty. Jessy ran when things got real. She’d been running since the day I met her (since the night her piece-of-shit ex sold her out to cover his own gambling debts and I pulled her out of that basement with her wrists zip-tied and blood in her hair). I’d killed two men getting her free. She’d looked at me like I was an avenging angel and a demon in

She didn't realize he had been smiling until his smile turned to a groan. "Enjoying yourself?" Axel asked. "Very much." Jess grinned. "Are you sure you're ok? Jess did he, did any of them... did any of them force you.." Axel tried to ask. Jess interrupted him. "No one raped me. When Ink kidnapped me, I shot one of the guys with him, and then turned the gun on Ink. We struggled and I shot him in the thigh. He was such a pussy that he said he needed to heal before he touched me. And said he would be the first, that none of his buddies could have that pleasure before him."

Lyra turned slowly, forcing her face into something resembling normalcy. Jessy was hurrying toward her, all bright smiles and concerned eyes. She looked exactly as Lyra remembered, exactly as she'd looked in those last terrible moments. Dark hair pulled back in a ponytail, athletic build, pretty face that radiated warmth and innocence. The perfect mask hiding a monster underneath. "Hey!" Jessy said, slightly breathless as she reached Lyra. "I saw you leaving the healer's cottage. Is everything okay? Are you sick?" Lyra stared at her murderer's face, at the friend who wasn't a friend, at the woman who had pushed her to her death. Jessy's expression was open, caring, exactly the look she'd wor

Jessa laughed, “Leave? You should be on your knees begging for forgiveness! Do you even know what you’ve caused? Peyton is dead, Chloe. My daughter, my only child, is dead because of you!” “I didn’t kill Peyton,” I said quietly. “It wasn’t me. I swear it.” I stepped back as she moved towards me. Jessa’s eyes filled with tears, “Liar! You bring death wherever you go. Your mother, your father, and now my Peyton! You’re cursed, Chloe. A monster!" She yelled as she brought out a knife all of a sudden. My chest tightened as my eyes landed on the glistening silver. "Jessa, please—" My voice cracked as I moved back, my legs almost giving out.

his voice sounded calm, but much to his chagrin, his facial expression displays several emotions; he, himself, couldn’t understand. “S-Stand aside,” Jess wheezed. “I-I just wanna talk to her.” “You have to calm down, you might only get yourself in danger,” Takumi glanced at her belly. He didn’t know who Jess really was, but seeing her pregnant and the way she wanted to hurt Kathleen, he could already tell he’s the woman behind the betrayals. “You can’t be telling me what to do—whoever you a-are,” Jess pointed Takumi with her quivering hand. “I demand to know what really happened. W-Why did Scott save her?”