Jesse Aarons Novels & Stories

Jessica stared down at the rainwater gathering around her shoes. Then whispered: "...Jonathan wasn't a good person." Silence. No interruption. No shock. No immediate questions. Nothing. Just Sophie sitting beside her. Listening. Jessica looked down at her hands. "They always start nice." Her voice sounded small. Almost like she wasn't talking to Sophie at all. Almost like she was talking to herself. Jessica swallowed. "He was funny." Rain tapped quietly around them. "He made me laugh." Her eyes filled again. "He remembered little things about me."

He was just about to call his father and tell him about James and Zoey when Jesse received a call. "We have a live one, Your Highness," said an equally tired Jesse, though he seemed to be carrying his hours better. After the first two hours had passed without result, Aaron had called in his assistant, Jesse. Jesse's eyes went wide, shock registering on his face. "Are you sure about this?" "What?! What is it?!" "Okay, thanks for the info." Jesse hung up. "Have you found them?! What's happened?!" Aaron was suddenly wide awake and somewhat crazed.

"Bryce told one of the sentries to look 'casual,' so the guy is currently walking across campus in a Hawaiian shirt and tactical boots. He looks like a tourist who got lost on his way to a private military coup." "At least we don't have to worry about the Mating Fever clouding our judgment today," Jesse said, her tone turning serious. "The premonition gave us the advantage. We know the timing." "True," Jackie agreed, "but if I have to listen to Dr. Aris talk about 'primal instincts' one more time while sitting next to a room full of literal wolves, I’m going to start howling just to see if the humans notice. My 'brand' is currently 'High-Stakes Undercover,' and I’m killing it."

Jacob’s POV The girl’s name is Calista Caitlynn, a nineteen year old omega. She speaks to me with enough wisdom and intelligence that not all women have, by her looks and her figure I even thought I could marry my son to her instead, only that she lacks the name for it. I could still picture how she gasped for air the moment I touched her, it felt like she wanted me to do more of that. She’s perfect as a whore, to be honest, but she’s even more perfect to serve.

"My name is Aron." "Jessy."

While more leadership opportunities was a lifetime goal of his, he never thought he’d be running everything, not even for a short period of time. “Hannah will be here to help you,” Jordan added. “She’s been around for a very long time and will be a great help.” Aaron worked well with the strawberry-blonde Guardian who had been a therapist in her former life before Transforming and joining the Kansas City team several years ago. Calm and collected at all times, Hannah would be a great resource. He also knew that he could rely on Jamie and Christian to help him out, both of whom were now stationed here as well. Still, he wasn’t sure if he was ready for that level of responsibility. Despite all

"Do you think you would've recognized him if you saw him?" Ara shook her head. "I'm unsure. Why am I here? This is clearly a psychiatric intensive-care unit. Am I mad? Have I hurt anyone?" Karee finally met her eye. "For your own good I think it's best I speak with your family first. Can you help me contact them?" "Sure," Ara replied. "BRAN, she's not well," Karee Deusdado said to Bran Quejado, her former university classmate in college who is a detective now. He's the top agent of the team deployed to raid the Hildred's human trafficking.

Why doesn't he go for training these days? Jesse and Marcus burst in. They look so excited. "Did you watch the game!" They ask Trent loudly. Trent nods. "We beat Arsenal!" Jesse shrieks and starts dancing around the living room. "3-0!!!" "It's 3-1," Trent corrects. Jesse rolls his eyes. "It's almost zero! We should go out man! You know! To Party! We have come to pick you up." Jesse is a party-holic.

She was tased. "That damned motherfucker! Whoever did this, I won't let them be." Aaron was furious. It was not the first time that danger bestowed upon Jessica. In the past, she was almost abducted, and now this. For both the times Jessica got in trouble, she was not at fault even once.

"You behaved yourself too. I don't know if I could have trusted your friends to behave themselves like you did." He blushed adorably. "I uh..thanks," he stammered with a smile. "Here," she said, gesturing towards Duncan's towel. "Sit down next to me and tell me about yourself." As they talked, she learned that Jesse was a nineteen year old from Ohio. He was pretty shy and unsure of himself when it came to women. His friends always tried to get him to come out of his shell; Kelly just happened to be the one there at the time that he decided he was tired of their prodding.