Jesse Lee Peterson Book Novels & Stories

Hello to my readers! This chapter is the last chapter for LOGAN and just to warn you it's a bit longer and I don't want to split it in half because this is an epilogue. I deeply apologize and would like to say thank you for joining me on this journey with completing book 1 of The Wolfe Brothers series. See you guys in book 2! It had been a week since the incident with Heather, and I was ready to return to school, acting as if nothing had happened. The next day I treated it like any other ordinary day.

he said then left. Jess drove home feeling confused and wondering why William was being so nice. It would have been better if he had been aloof and cold. She would have been able to deal with that. This kindness was killing her from the inside. When she got to the hotel, Pete was pulling into the driveway at the same time she did. They walked to the penthouse together with Jess telling Pete all about Leslie and the baby. She made sure to leave out the identity of the kind man who helped Leslie get to the hospital. Pete was both surprised and happy by the developments. Jesss could now have a friend. She had become a loner after the funeral and the only time she left the house was for work or

Marcus asked. Jasper shook his head and said, “With every full moon, I feel the zombie effects just a little bit more. I’ve managed to subdue them until recently. I’m craving raw flesh. Human would be ideal, but I’ve focused on animals. I came very close to eating a dog yesterday. I need to get things back under control. I took my blood to study so that I can work on it again.” Marcus’ face went white and his body stiffened as he choked out, “You crave human flesh?”

But I wish she would understand my views, my feelings and choices and respect them too as I do hers. My next move after sending her my poem will be to wait for her reactions and talk it over with her severally in a considerate and respectful way. After that I shall send her a copy of a novel. A book that I believe will further open her eyes to what I feel for Aisha and probably help me explain better, a book written by her beloved son. That book is what you have in you hands now, titled DIARY OF A PATRIOT.

The Emperor helps Brixtius rise back up and keeps speaking, "My old friend! Are you enjoying Pompeii?" "Yes, my lord!" Brixtius replies jovially. Now, I can't tell if Brixtius is just kissing the Emperor's ass or is happy to see a "friend." I hope it is the latter. Because Brixtius's character has gone up a few more notches in my book. Maybe I can convince about the slave's tags? "And who might this lovely, young woman be?" I catch the Emperor glancing at me. "My lord, I present, Lady Jessa," Brixtius answers. Lady?

The first thing David found when he got home was that Jessy was reading a novel, the girl didn't seem to realize that David was behind her now. The man patted Jessy's shoulder, sat beside his wife. "What are you reading?" David glanced briefly at the novel in Jessy's hand, the cover was just a bloody rose against a black and white background. The girl turned her head to the side. "Reading mystery novels, this novel is very good and unexpected." "Very good and unexpected, what made that novel get such an evaluation from you?"

AUTHOR'S POV Jesse moved quietly through the shadows, his footsteps silent, his breathing controlled, his heart beating rapidly beneath his calm exterior. He was a ghost, a specter, a shadow among shadows, gliding effortlessly through the darkness. His heart was racing, his pulse was pounding, his senses were on high alert. He had taken down one of Leah's guards earlier, overpowering him swiftly, silencing him quickly, stripping him of his uniform and scent-marking himself just enough to blend in.

Now, all that lingered were whispers of a life she may never reclaim. The car gradually came to a halt as they neared the entrance of a secluded driveway, anticipation hanging in the air. Catalina’s breath hitched as she beheld the mansion looming against the darkened sky. It stood like a sentinel, its intricate iron gates and formidable stone walls exuding an aura of strength and foreboding. The car glided forward, tires whispering against the gravel as the gates creaked open, revealing a world filled with unspoken promises. As the car came to a halt, the man next to her clasped her arm—not with aggression, but with a steady grip that conveyed the futility of defiance. She faltered a bit as

Because, I mean…I had forgotten about that completely. “Why do none of you read the textbooks,” Jackson mutters, shaking his head and turning his full attention back to Jesse. “Concentrate on me, Jess, okay?” Jesse draws in a deep breath, sucking in some of the shadows along with it, but he nods shakily to Jackson as he does. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, the shadows begin to slow in their rotation and I realize, wide-eyed, that Jackson is right – that the shadows are tied to Jesse. As Jesse calms, so do they.

I can feel my heartbeat slowing as the weight of the world lifts just a little. And even though Alex annoys the hell out of me most days, right now, I’m grateful. Grateful he came. Grateful I’m alive. As they lift me onto a stretcher, the sound of radios, sirens, and muffled orders swirl around me. And just before the darkness pulls me back under, I whisper a silent prayer of thanks Thank you, God. For sending someone. Third Person POV