Jesse Lee Peterson Book Novels & Stories

Broken By the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Four Jessica's POV My head felt foggy like an internal battle with swords, dragons, and horses. Extreme lighting peeked into my eyes and I winced before slowly opening my eyes and a different view serenades. Did I die and go to heaven? The room wasn't far from an exotic bedroom that cost a huge buck, from the huge bed to the glassy walls in those high budget movies and the walls were artistically painted. It was extremely furnished, something I'd love.

“Well, it’s good to see the two of you here. I actually wanted to see the both of you. Come on, let’s go inside.” William and Lexis share a look between themselves, the both of them not moving from their spots. TO BE CONTINUED IN BOOK 2…….. AN EXCERPT FROM BOOK 2; "The last time I felt fear was when my mother died. Ever since then, I have never felt anything close to that and never have I allowed myself to be vulnerable but seeing you in that state, in a pool of your own blood, I felt both fear and vulnerability at the same time. I... I didn't know what to do. Dropping to my knees wasn't because I feared those pointing their countless guns at me but it was because who keeps me living was lyi

Ryder said as he kissed her. "I love you too, my king." This is the end of book one. Please continue reading for Book 2 titled Jessi: The First Female Warrior. Thanks for reading!

“And the moon.” I looked up. “Thin,” I said. “Dangerous.” “It asks less,” he said. “Which is how it gets more.” We walked the deer path. The pines made a mealy whisper; something small skittered under a fern and stilled when it realized the universe didn’t need its noise right now. Jasper moved in that way of his: not light—no, he never pretends he weighs less than he does—but true, so the ground is not surprised to receive him. The smell of storm had finally rinsed from his coat; today he smelled like cedar smoke and honest sweat and the kind of patience that can teach a fire to sit.

Stealing of my work/any idea or portion of the book may result to severe punishment to whoever who plagiarizes as it is a serious crime and won't be excused. This is a work of fiction. Names, places, businesses, characters and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons living or dead, actual events or locales is purely coicidental. _____ My life was almost empty with negligent parents and a brother who was behaving weird lately and hiding secrets. And when Ethan Jones, the son of the school's principal and the bully entered my life, it just turned miserable. Bearing his love mode was pathetic.

The second piece was just the same as the first, but adding more detail and background after they viewed their mistakes in the first. "Taking both of these." Ren rolled them up. "I take it as an illustration of your old home?" Two gave him a sad nod. "Hmm, ok. Come along now." Ren pulled the book to him and started to read as they walked. They made it out of the courtyard when Zero and Three ran up. "Can we come as well, Master?" Zero asked. Three just looked on excitied.

Clara The room hummed with nervous energy while we waited for Jake to return with the Leaders everyone once again on high alert now that we knew there actually was a way for the infected to breach our walls, the impenetrable compound no longer seemed so safe. A shuffling of bodies shifted to reveal the grim faces of our leaders, each one looking tired and haggard, as though none of them had slept in a week and I contemplated that just maybe they hadn't. “Mr Jones said that you found something?” Jade questioned.

The book that gave the company its popularity was the book the author he adored… Azrael Mitsuki Bethan wrote ‘Time loop’ which was adapted into a movie, comic, and any form of media. Maybe I’ll get to see Azrael since I’m working here. Leslie thought as he blushed, trying to imagine the face of his favourite author. “You must be Leslie Campbell.” An elderly voice dragged Leslie out of his colourful imagination as he stood up with a respectful bow and nodded. “Yes. You must be Mr. Pemba, the editor-in-chief?” Leslie asked as the elder man laughed with his stomach round, breathing with each noise. “Yes. I didn’t expect you to be so young and so beautiful.” Mr. Pemba said as Leslie flustered wi

Not that he wasn't an honorable man, but I had no idea what was I to him. Ellis Peterson was a notorious billionaire who never settled down with one woman; he hired submissives from luxury dungeons and liked to play in more ways than one...I couldn't even call this dating. It was just one night... "I don't want you to get hurt, that's all," Jenny added. My throat was tight and I replied, "I know. Thank you, Jenny." "You'll feel better in the morning, trust me. The late night always has our emotions in a weird place," she concluded.