Novel & Cerita Jessa Rose

If he loved me, why'd he trash me in front of Charlotte? I couldn't stomach more of his fake, nauseating love. "You've got it all wrong. I'm not a rose. I was born to belong to this land. Someday, I'll fill this barren place with roses myself."

"I can dance and sing if you want. Remember, I came from a club, girl." Jessa smiled uncertainly at them, "Oh... hahaha, it was just a joke." "Do you want to dance?" Demi asked her. "Sure, but I want her to sing if I'm going to dance," she replied with a smile. "Are you up for it, Jessa?" Demi asked. "I don't sing, sir," Jessa said with a frown. "Haist, you invited me, but you can't even deliver. Just go away!" she dismissed her. "So arrogant."

They are my soul and my life. “Are you guys okay? Which part is hurt?” I asked as I examined their bodies. They smiled and shook their heads to the right and left. “Nothing, Mommy. Oh, Jessie’s knee got scratched by a thorny plant when we were walking through the forest. But, Rose has treated her knee. Oh, we forgot to introduce Rose,” Jansen replied. Rose? Who was Rose? An ordinary-looking young woman got out of the car. Her face was cute with her long brown hair down. Her innocent lips, with no lipstick, smiled gently and her beautiful brown eyes looked at me and her body bowed.

Sawyer stubbornly tried to use the last of the funds Jessa left behind. By using this money, Sawyer was trying to chase the feeling that Jessa had left a mark on this world. Yet, when he keyed in the password, a video popped up on the screen. In the video, Jessa was sitting in a brightly sunlit garden and elegantly sipping tea. She wore a white dress and looked resplendent.

“Bring her back as a human, Queen Marasela. What matters is that she’s alive. Or bring her back as a mermaid but erase Lucas from her heart and mind. I know you can do that! Please, I’m begging you!” Jessa’s voice wavered, her emotions raw and barely contained. Despite the tremble, there was an undeniable urgency that undercut the vulnerability. Each word she spoke seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken fears, a desperate plea that transcended her own suffering. Her eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto Queen Marasela with a fierce intensity that left no room for doubt. This was not just a request—it was a demand born from a friendship so deep that it threatened to consume her.

Jake barely acknowledged her, his attention stayed fixed on me and the woman noticed. Her smile faltered for the briefest moment before she recovered quickly. "Oh," she said, glancing between us. "Am I interrupting something?" She asked. "No," I answered immediately. "Yes," Jake said at the same time. I looked at him in disbelief. The woman raised a brow, clearly entertained now. Jake finally turned toward her. "Vanessa, this is Jessica." His voice sounded calm, but the intensity in his eyes remained dangerous. Vanessa smiled politely at me. "Nice to meet you."

Jessa, the old witch, closed the door of her eerie home with a resounding thud, causing both Elvie and Jasmine to startle. They exchanged uneasy glances as they took a seat in the dimly lit room. Jessa settled in front of them, her pale, bony fingers drumming on a rickety wooden table. In her unsettling, raspy voice, Jessa inquired, "Why do you seek my help?” Elvie, her determination unwavering, leaned forward and answered, "We need a powerful potion, one that will make our future alpha fall deeply in love with me."

Steph said gently. “I am,” I said. She tilted her head. “Like… a counselor?” I shook my head. “Not exactly.” The silence stretched. “You know we’re here for you, right?” Rina said. I looked at both of them—these girls who knew versions of me that I no longer recognized. Who saw a Jasmine who laughed too much and tried too hard and always acted like she had a plan. That Jasmine wasn’t gone. But she was… adrift. “I know,” I whispered. “Thanks.”

Of course I wanted his number then I replied, "What is your name?" I sat my phone down so I could dry off and get dressed. Then like clock work another ping from I*******m. He asked, "What is your name beautiful?" I began to blush then replied. "My name is Elisabeth Rose Freeman ,but everyone calls me Beth", I messaged back. He then replied, "Vladius Lee Sinclair, nice to meet you Beth". I then in return sent my number to him. I finished getting ready for the day. I was planning on cleaning up my dorm room.

I leaned back, resting my head against my desk, trying to shake off the tension from the day. My whole body felt tight, especially my shoulders, I closed my eyes for a moment, hoping for even a few seconds of peace. But just as I let myself breathe, a voice cut through my thoughts. “Hey, Miss Rose David, right? I hope I got that correctly,” Josh said with a warm smile. I opened my eyes and saw him standing there, leaning slightly against my desk like he didn’t want to intrude but also didn’t want to leave without saying something.