Jess The Killer Novels & Stories

I suggested. "It's not that I don't want to help you find Peters murderer." She replied. I stretched out my hand to her. "I know that Peter meant something to you. The two of you loved each other. When you expose the killer , you will be fighting for the person you loved." I noticed Jess's eyes widening. Her entire focus had shifted away from our conversation. She grabbed her scarf quickly and stood up.

Jess and her brothers were clinging to me, tears streaming down their faces as we were dragged towards the execution ground. As we walked, I couldn't help but think of all the things I had never gotten to do. I had never fallen in love, never seen the ocean, and never even had a real home. It wasn't fair that my life was going to end like this. We were taken to the execution ground and tied. Jess was the first to be killed. My heart raced as I watched in horror as the man approached Jess, her eyes wide with fear. She struggled against the ropes that bound her as the priest read out the accusations against her.

Arielle suddenly stopped, she was like five feet away from her. “You betrayed me, Jess and I didn't like it,” she said with creased brows, as if she was really pained by the betrayal. “You know what? I was in a pretty bad mood when I came back, I went to finish off my uncle at the prison, you know how much doing that upsets me.” She continued with sad eyes and Jessica almost scoffed. Only an idiot would believe that, it was obviously clear that she found ecstasy in killing, Jessica wouldn't be surprised if she cum because of the joy that action gives her.

“There’s a reason I only moved here three years ago.” I look at her. “You don’t have to—” “No,” Jess says. “It’s fine. You shared. It feels fair.” She stares at her drink for a second. “I’m not from here,” she says. “Texas. I was married to a cop everyone thought he was a hero and veryone loved him.” Ruth mutters, “That’s always how it goes.” “He wasn’t,” Jess continues. “He hit me. and the children. He controlled everything but then I found out he was doing things on the side. Dirty things, trafficking you know helping people disappear. I reported him.”

“Just trust me.” As she leapt onto my back, I transformed into my wolf. My clothes fell in tatters around us, sending my phone flying into the shrubbery. Jess clung to my fur and ducked low, avoiding the branches as I sprinted full speed. With nothing to slow me down, not Jess’s short legs or my human form, we had a chance. “I have the rock,” Jess said. “I’ve never killed a man, but I’m ready to dash someone’s brains out. I don’t care what we have to do. We are making that bus, Elias.”

But at least you weren't squeezing anymore. Rain still covered the windows of her room when Jessica finally opened her eyes. For a few seconds she lay there staring at the ceiling. Then slowly memories returned. The café. Jonathan. Running. The bench. Sophie. "Jonathan wasn't a good person." Jessica closed her eyes again. Great. Fantastic. Now she wanted to throw herself directly into traffic. Because now Sophie knew something. Not everything. Not even close. But something. And that somehow felt more terrifying than saying nothing at all.

His mate, Tessa, had an identical twin, and he was ready for their first meeting. The girl was walking hurriedly towards a small camry as they drew closer to the motel. Jett made a reckless turn and skidded to a stop right in front of the car. That was when Richard saw her face. Jett had gone pale with shock when he first laid eyes on Tessa. It was Richard's turn to feel the same. He sat unmoving in the car, taking in the girl's features as Jett opened the door and climbed out. **** Jett POV

A stark reminder that this battle was not just a clash of powers, but a test of survival. Hestia's eyes blazed with bright fury and gleaming desperation as she raised her dagger once again, the blade gleaming in the dim light. “Fuck you, Cassidy! Let me go!” With renewed ferocity, we clashed, each strike a symphony of power and determination to kill one another. “Before you die, I want to slap you with reality.” I cocked my head at Gamma Jamenei, who dispersed himself in front of me and gave me the cylindrical beaker containing blood. “Do you see the color of this?” I asked her, still trying to claw me out but my hand was firm around her neck.

He spit out and I laughed. “You will tell me what I want to know sooner or later.” I motioned for my man to go back to his torture. I would find her and kill Jensen. He thinks he can double-cross me, so he has to pay the price. A few hours later I walked back into the basement where I was keeping the man we had taken, I think his name was Jordan. I didn’t really care what his name was. All I cared about was breaking him so I could go and get what belonged to me. My man had done a real number on him already so I decided to see if he was ready to talk. I walked over to him, he was chained to the wall and looked like he was barely able to hold himself up. His face was covered in blood and he wa

“For God’s sake, can’t you just rest and recover? No one’s going to risk coming after you in here. And even if they did, you’re going to have police protection; no one will be able to get to you. Give yourself time to heal.” “And more people are going to die while I’m lying here playing Solitaire.” “Do you really think the VSP is helpless without you? That we can’t solve this case without your input?” Outrage sizzled along his nerves endings. Did she really believe he was that incompetent? “Of course not,” Jessie said, her voice softening, “but I think you will have a much better shot of drawing him or her out with my help.” “This is crazy,” he said. It was ridiculous to even talk about it.