Jessamine Lovelace Novels & Stories

I stood at the balcony reminiscing about those beautiful nights we spent together under the vast, twinkling sky. Looking up at the sky, the cloud formed an image resembling two lovers at a beach. I couldn't help but wonder why my life was different. I mean I never loved anyone in my entire life apart from Josephine. I still remember the first day I set my eyes on her, a moment etched in my memory like a vivid painting I will always cherish forever. Why wouldn't the universe let me have my buttercup in peace? Tonight had been quite a day, but at least I am happy I got to see Josephine again.

Isabelle didn't know her name, but she was sure she had seen her somewhere. “There you are. I've been looking all over for you,” a girl in glasses came around to stand beside Loveth. Isabelle's eyes widened in recognition. The girl in glasses was Jemina, and Loveth was that her friend she had walked over to after giving Jessica her note. “I was just introducing myself to our new friend,” Loveth said, grinning at the both of them.

Lovelace, often neatly clothed but never one to miss dressing up with a revealing cleavage, agreed to it to try to win him to their side even if at the slowest of pace. “What should be interesting about me that you need to write a full-blown feature?” Never distracted even by the cleavage of a woman, Jayger replied to the question right away. “Because you were behind the phenomenon that is Chairman Laude!” Lovelace looked at him like she wanted to eat him, “I’ve never met a person as magnetic as Chairman Laude. My job is just to organize events so he can meet as many people as possible and hear their concerns.” The interview was surprisingly relaxed. Lovelace found Jayger both intimidating a

Today is such a beautiful day in Salem, I can already tell by the early dawn sun shining through my window. What does today have in store for me? Work! I work at The Jonathan Corwin House which is known locally as The Witch House. It's famous as the original owner of the same namesake was one of the judges who presided over the notorious trials and it's now a museum and I'm lucky enough to run it. What's even better is, I live opposite so it's simply a short walk to work every day.

She asked her confusedly as her frown deepened. The woman gazed at her confusedly. You don't know? She asked wonder written on her face. Not wanting to waste more time, I stood up and walked closer to them. "Thank you madam for your help" we would take our Leave now" I said and she frowned. "She has amnesia and thus, can not remember anything except her name" I said wanting to clear her curiosity. Oh! She exclaimed and stared at Melissa pitifully. "My poor child" she exclaimed pulling her to a hug as tears trickled down her cheek.

Thaddeus was implying that Jessamine would've starved to death without him. Shane couldn't take it anymore. "What the fuck are you talking about? Jessie's—" "A bloodsucker. Yes, that's exactly what I am," Jessamine interrupted. Her eyes were filled with sorrow. She was an internationally renowned jewelry designer who only released her designs under a pseudonym. Thaddeus just didn't know about it. She'd never made a point of concealing this. Sometimes, she would design some stuff at home. It was just that Thaddeus had never paid attention to her, so he wouldn't spare a glance at her designs. To him, those were probably just her scribbles.

“No I wouldn’t. Anyway he’s got a girlfriend. You met her.” “Yes, so I did… Isabelle wasn’t it?” Alice nods and kisses him lightly on the lips before running out of the door. “Don’t wait up.” Christopher smiles and lies down in bed. “Isabelle Simons. She was nice. I don’t know what she saw in that prick.” He flicks the side lamp off and falls back to sleep almost right away. 3. Tuesday 27th April 2010 01:03 Belinda has not bothered trying to look her best, something that she could be accused of quite often, and, since she actually lives nearest to the Progression Software building, she reaches David relatively quickly after his phone call.

ROSALINE "He was so sweet and I don't even know what else to say anymore," I sighed as I played with the lipstick in my hand while I stared at my love struck face in the mirror. I felt like a fool in love. "So this is love," Lisa sang from the phone and I rolled my eyes. "Use your brain," I said and she chortled. "I do not appreciate you speaking of a dangerous man as if he is some prince charming," Blaze voice boomed.

And yet, even in her brokenness, there was something undeniably strong in her. The way she clung to the hope that Clarissa could be restored, that life could be brought back to her, was nothing short of remarkable. Her grief was profound, but it was not a grief that consumed her entirely. She fought for what she loved. Queen Marasela couldn’t help but feel the pull of Jessa’s words, the raw emotion that carried them. She had seen many people grieve, but this was different. Jessa’s love for Clarissa was pure and unwavering, a bond that transcended everything—life, death, and all that lay in between.

Joseph called out gently. After some minutes, Joseph heard a rustle from behind. He saw a woman approaching him as he turned back. "Are you Ms. Lilac Styles?" Joseph looked at the woman. The woman seemed a little hesitant at first, but then she replied, "Yes, I am Lilac Styles. What do you want from me?" "No, ma'am. I don't want anything from you. Today I'm assigned as your angel, and I have to escort you to the stairs of heaven," Joseph's eyes were sweet.