Jesse Escalera Romane & Geschichten

"But you must prove yourself to us. You will start with the basic training, and if you pass, we will see what else you can handle." Jessica nodded, a determined look in her eyes. "I won't let you down," she said. "Good," Logan said, standing up. "Let's get started then." The three of them walked over to the training area, where there were various obstacles set up for physical training. Logan gestured to the first obstacle, a tall wall. "Your first task is to scale this wall," he said. "Let's see how well you can use those agile skills you mentioned." Jessica nodded and stepped forward. She took a deep breath and then sprinted towards the wall. She leaped up, grabbing onto the top edge with b

Jessica bowed down without any choice. "Damn it!" Jessica gritted her teeth, in frustration. From Alpha Caleb's tone, Jessica wasn't left unknown to the fact that Alpha Caleb wasn't going to look more into it, for the time being, which irked her more. As Jessica turned her gaze, she found the raging Jasper on the side who was very angry at that time, that whoever came to his line of sight would be harmed. Everyone was terrified to encounter the raging Jasper, and escaped or hid from him, who didn't care if he was hurting someone.

They, however, remained focused on their monitors, discarding her comment as they tried to keep up with the new pace Elena was setting. Suddenly, the elevator chimed, and the atmosphere on the floor didn't just change—it curdled. A woman in her mid-twenties stepped out, dressed in a sloppy but extravagant silk gown that was almost revealing her "inner thoughts" with how low it was cut. Her presence screamed luxury, and her cologne was so strong it made Elena’s nose itch instantly. This was Jessica, known to the staff as "The Almighty Jessy," Damien’s alleged girlfriend. She marched past the desks without a single pleasantry, her arrogant gaze fixed on the mahogany doors. She was almost at th

The only obstacle was crossing a river. Eve stared at me, her eyes full of helplessness. "But I don’t know how to swim." I lowered my gaze and whispered, "I’ve hidden a small boat in the cornfield. When the lantern ceremony begins the day after tomorrow, we’ll sneak away and escape." The old fishing boat had been discarded by a fisherman in the village, left abandoned in the fields. I had secretly repaired it and stashed it in the cornfield when no one was watching. Eve’s eyes lit up.

The bedroom fits a bed and a dresser with room to spare. And there's a fire escape outside the window. "Fire escape," Jess says, her face pressed against the glass. "I've always wanted a fire escape." "It's a fire escape. It's for fires." "It's romantic." "It's a fire escape." She turns to me, grinning. "I'm taking it." "You haven't even seen the bathroom." "The bathroom doesn't matter." "Jess." "Jax." She walks over to me and punches my arm lightly. "This is the one. I can feel it."

"You look like shit, chica. Tell me you weren't with that fucking Jose again Isabela stands straight and I whip my head around to get a look at the new face. The woman is tall and mature looking, with soft brown wavy hair and bronze skin. Then her eyes slide to me. "Who the fuck are you?" "She's the new financial manager," Isabela answers for me. "I was talking to her, puta. Unless she's dumb and her mouth is for decor." I force a smile, turning around fully. "Dakota Alister." "A European? Javier knows how to bring his enemies close, eh?" She looks me head to toe and then toe to head. "You don't look very European, though." An insightful one, dang. I much watch out for her.

The scent of smoke, leather, and wind whipped around them, but none of it registered—not when her world felt like it was caving in. Her mother had nearly died today. Anastasia had almost killed her. And now, Elena Salvador…queen of high society…wanted to forgive and forget? Not on Jessie’s watch. Her heart thudded in her chest, but it wasn’t fear anymore. It was something else. Something dark and heavy and feral. Something that pulsed in rhythm with the engine beneath them. Kyle slowed only once they’d reached the outskirts of the city—a desolate back alley near the docks where they used to sneak off to during those days when Jessie would beg him to take her away from the luxury cages she ca

He did not even leave behind a note. I already knew where to go to find the answers I needed. I took out my phone and checked Elsa's Instagram. Sure enough, she had posted a picture of her injured arm with a caption that read, Got in an attack. After ten years, you are still the first thing on my mind. I knew all I needed to. I spent the whole day packing my luggage. Alex's absence made it easier. He only sent a message later that day saying he was going to be working late.

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."

Jesse looked at the screen one last time before answering. “A man named Victor Hale.”Everlyn frowned.“I’ve never heard that name.”“You wouldn’t have.”“Who is he?”Jesse’s voice grew quieter.“He’s one of my father’s senior advisors.”Everlyn’s stomach dropped.“Your father’s advisor?”“Yes.”“Meaning he works directly with the Vance family?”“Exactly.”Everlyn sat down slowly.“This keeps getting worse.”