Jess The Killer Novels & Stories

She looked at the chains, "What are you doing? You can't..." I smirked, kneeling over her, letting my shadow blanket her whole body. My voice was pure venom, “Oh, Eve… you’d be surprised to see all the things I can do. And tonight, I’m going to show you exactly what that means.” I leaned closer, brushing my lips across her ear, "Now, tell me, who the fuck is Jessa to you?" “She… she’s my cousin. We grew up together at Lanry Side,” she blurted, her chest rising and falling like she was going to choke on her own breath.

She asked " well Nessa has this case she's working on well people are suddenly dying her in Newyork we just got here so we didn't here about it. So the killler is a Vampire and I suspect her assistant because I know for sure he is from the underworld and a Vampire. But Nessa doesn't believe me I want to make her see that hes a Vampire " I finished ranting. "Wait what!!!! That means shes not safe and who the hell is this assistant of hers " she panicked "That's why we need to help her!" I said "Ok what do we need to do ?" She asked "I just want to confirm and make Nessa know he's a Vampire that's all " I stated cause I my self dont even know what to do.

"Don't kill him please!" Jason takes a closer look at the woman and is stunned to find that it's Jessica." What are you doing here? it's dangerous, get away from that thing!" "No, I know what he is, I've always known!" "They killed my parents, they all deserve to die." "He didn't ask to be this way and he is not responsible for your parent's death!"

“I’ll take that as a compliment.” Her gaze shifted to Damian. “And you brought company.” Damian straightened slightly. “Damian. I’m-” “Complicated,” Rhea cut in lightly. “I can already tell.” Quinn ignored that. “We don’t have time.” Rhea’s expression shifted, the humor fading. “Then you already know,” she said. Quinn held her gaze. “I know the victims are connected to our town.” Rhea nodded once. “And?” Quinn pressed.

Jax's younger sister. "Jax?" Jess whispered, her voice trembling as she took a shaky step toward us. "Jax, thank God I found you. I... I know I wasn't supposed to move here until next week. But someone followed me from Maine, Jax. Someone from my old rehab circle." She swallowed hard. Her terrified eyes darted toward the locked doors. "They know about you." A chill raced down my spine. Jess's face turned ghostly white as tears filled her eyes. "They have the rest of the photos."

There is no escape now, just the reassurance that I can enter his room, do my job, and that will be that. I don't need to communicate with him... "Of course not. Unless you're victim to shaky hands in the presence of very attractive men. Then you might be in trouble," Jessa tells me, accompanied by a wink. She seems unbothered now, the shudder in her limbs gone. I'm jealous of that. "I'm not...I mean, I'll be fine." Jessa grabs my arms, smiling at me. "Akara. He does look different. But not all Summoners are bad."

' Jessa said in her mind. A part of her, she wants that she is the one who will kill Angela but she knows Aaron is more capable to do it. The reason why she drag Aaron on her plan and she is happy because everything is in control. She really wanted to have the position of Angela but she didn't have a chance to take it.

The list grew, human traffickers, child predators, serial offenders, police officers selling evidence, government officials arranging disappearances, judges accepting bribes. Some deserved prison, others deserved far worse. The problem remained painfully obvious. Knowing wasn't enough, someone had to act. Someone capable, someone intelligent, someone precise, a person who has the license to take life in the surgical room without being questioned. Someone who could distinguish justice from rage. My thoughts kept returning to the same woman. Dr. Karma Kuntz. ... Marcus had underestimated his daughter, everyone had. They saw a surgeon, while I saw discipline, control, precision. The ability to

Cowardly. The truth is, Jessa’s been under my skin for years. When I first met Jackson’s twin, she was just this shy, quiet girl who tagged along reluctantly, always hovering in the background. Somewhere along the way, though, she got… complicated. She’s not just Jackson’s little sister anymore. She’s… Jessa. The girl whose laugh makes my chest feel tight. The one who looks at me like she sees past every front I’ve ever put up. The one I can’t want, because if Jackson ever found out, he’d kill me.

Lena Thompson had made the deal. She had signed the contract. She had crossed the line. But now? Now they were asking her to do the one thing she couldn’t. Jessica Ramirez’s face stared back at her from the file in front of her. A standard dossier—black-and-white photo, known aliases, last known locations, skills assessment. It was cold. Clinical. Like she was just another name on a list. But she wasn’t. She was Jessica. And that meant Lena had exactly twenty-four hours to decide if she was going to become a killer… or if she was going to burn this entire thing to the ground.