Jessamine Lovelace Novels & Stories

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.

This Jessa… is different. Her hair falls in soft, glossy waves around her face, framing her warm brown eyes. She’s wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugs her curves just enough to show them off without trying too hard. There’s a hint of color on her lips, a touch of shimmer on her cheeks. She looks… breathtaking. Like someone completely new. My throat goes dry, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. ⸻ Whispers ripple through the crowd. “Is that Jessa Lombardi?”

The first thing Jessica Jane ever loved was the sound of morning. Not birds. Not music. Not voices. Morning itself. She loved the way dawn stretched slowly across the farm, painting everything gold as if the sun itself had dipped its fingers into pots of honey and brushed them over the fields. She loved the way the world seemed to wake slowly, as if everything breathed together. The sky never rushed. The grass never hurried. Even the wind seemed to yawn before beginning its journey across the hills.

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.

Mrs Jones replied finally looking up from the depth of her palms, she really wanted to know why a beautiful woman that succeeded in life from zero would be so eager to die. Brenda sat back down at the bench and stared deep in to space “ Gale's death right in front of her eyes ” she replied and Mrs Jones now sat up staring at Brenda in shock. “ I always watched her talk about him and you could see and hear the pain in her voice, the love she held for him but ever since she watched him die all of her everything changed “. The pain she felt could only be described and known by her, her love for a man was much to bear more like an obsession, who could have thought that it would break her to thi

I’n guessing she is changing her screen saver. “Come on here, we gotta take pictures too.” Sapphire said, and pulled me. Sean looked at us and brought her mobile up to click a few pictures. “The lady should be shown behind.” She meant, the Statue of Liberty. “What about me?” Brett asked, as he walked over to us. “Come on. We’ll take a picture of you and Chloe.” Sapphire said and moved away from and pulled Brett to stand beside me. She winked at me and I shook my head with a smile. She’s hell bent on getting us together.