Jess The Killer Novels & Stories

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."

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

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?”

"To erase Collins, we had to pull him off our ice. Ethan is a king in Valeria, but in Skydrivee, he’s just another stray. As long as he’s focused on Collins, he’s vulnerable." This was the play Jess had engineered during her secret trip with Mason. She’d spent years in Skydrivee; she knew the shadows of that district better than anyone. The white-haired man was David Grimes. He was a psychopath with enough credits to buy a kingdom and a reputation for being untouchable by the local Wardens. Jess had sold him the truth about my identity for a staggering payout. "He’s not getting out of this," Jess said, taking a slow sip of tea.

"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." ×

I stumbled backward from the door, and my hands flew to my trembling mouth in horror. What was I doing? What was I thinking? I was asking my enemy for help. The woman who had murdered my mother. The woman who had betrayed me in my previous life. The woman who was probably standing outside my door right now, smiling at my desperation. "Jessie, what are you doing?" I whispered to myself, and shame and disgust washed over me. "She is not your friend. She is your killer, Jessie."

“I swear, if that asshole tries to lick my belly button one more fucking time, I’m going to fucking rip his head off with my thighs. And he’s not budging on information, either. I tried to get him to tell me what his plans are for the weekend, but he just lied and said he’s playing poker. If I could just get something useful out of this dipshit—either a decent orgasm or some information—I’d at least feel like my efforts were worthwhile, but I’m getting nothing.” “I’m sorry. I promise, I’ve given up any hope on these dreams going away now, so going forward I will focus on getting information out of him.” My transgression forgiven, we finish our breakfast and head out to the Skank Mobile. As w

"That contains…a footage of you." "I know it doesn't involve killing you because I'm yet to do that." She chuckled, "Quit the show, Mickey." Mickey. That's footage of you 'trying' to kill me back at the convenience store." She shrugged. " The owner sold you out for a few dollars." I took the small item and examined it. Even if she wasn't the Minerva I knew, she was just as dubious and cunning. That disgusted me. Still, the surge of energy was there, and was actively thriving in her presence. Why?