Jesse Lee Peterson Book Novels & Stories

She murmured. “Until the Queen decided to remove the law, they reconstructed this and turned it into a hiding place of the forbidden things in this palace.” "Go read the book," an identified light managed to caught her attention. "Read our written fate... I'll wait for you because I'm not allowed to see it." She carefully walked in, and there was a structure in the light, in front of which the divine things were recited. A book, a big and thick one, a powerful and mystical one, is on that table. It had already been opened in half. She got closer and closer and tried to touch it, feeling her fingertips on the edge of the book, and she felt an unfathomable feeling somewhere inside her as if sh

~~~~~~~~~~~THE END~~~~~~~~~~~ Coming soon: Beautiful and Healed Synopsis: (Sequel of Broken and Pregnant) After being locked in jail for five years, Lucy Mason was finally free. Her life inside the prison wasn't easy. Thanks to her new inmate friend Cassandra. She was the one who helps her battle depression and despair. They got out of prison together and it's game time for those who hurt and betrayed her when she was Lucy Mason. She's back with a new name Greta Stone, the wife of a rich businessman Gale Stone who happened to be Kent's stepbrother.

I quickly place my backpack down and unzips the top, taking out a book with a girl dressed in a long white gown and a white rose tainted with blood in the front cover to pass time faster, the title reads 'White Rose' by Grace Angel. I open the page where I had left off, and forget the world exists as I read away. I'm at the part where Chase is visiting Jennie's grave, and he is still so hurt over her death that he yells. Screaming at the grave, he tells Jennie he hates her for leaving him. Unable to comprehend why she had died. Just when I'm ready to turn the page, my book is snatched away by Amber, making me look at her, confused.

I think he groaned but it's almost inaudible. "Here..." He drawls as he passes me a book, wrapped in plain black cover. It's nothing fancy. Like any mere book you'd find randomly. "This is my most accounted journal. No one's ever read it. You'll be the first. Consider it a gift from me." "Why should I read it?" He comes to sit on the bed and locks his eyes on mine for the umpteenth time today. I can't count how many times he's played me inside those field orbs of his. "What's the most powerful piece in Chess, little eagle?"

But somewhere deep in her chest, something restless shifted. Not longing. Not hope. Just the quiet knowledge that danger had a way of circling back. She turned onto her side and whispered into the dark, “Please let this be enough.” Far away, Adrian Volkov loaded a weapon and whispered something else entirely. “Please let me have the mind to stay away"

Then Ava reached into her bag and pulled out a pen. “What’s your name?” The girl beamed. “Jessa.” Ava opened the poetry book and wrote inside the cover. Dear Jessa, The world will ask you to shrink. Don’t. Stay loud. Stay sharp. Stay you. -Ava She handed it over. Jessa held the book to her chest like it was sacred. “Thank you.” Ava nodded, turned to go. But just before she reached the door, she paused. “Hey, Jessa?” The girl looked up.

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

As the first light of dawn painted the sky, Drew and Jette faced the uncertain day ahead—a day that held the promise of unraveling the mysteries that lingered in the shadows of dreams and the echoes of a past that seemed to resurface in the most unexpected ways. The dawn broke with hues of soft pinks and golds, casting a gentle glow upon the apartment as Jette and Drew sat on the edge of their bed, grappling with the residual unease from the night's disturbance. The old journal, a silent witness to the unfolding events, lay between them like a bridge between reality and the inexplicable. "Drew," Jette began, her voice tinged with a mixture of apprehension and determination, "the book from my

Jesse groaned and collected the novel from her in a swift move "Oh come on Jesse" "I don't get why you love this vampire plus hunter love story" Jesse frowned "I love it because it felt real" "Bells, I know how much your family despises the vampires and it's already in your book to wipe out all the existence of the vampires" Jesse snapped "Why are you getting all worked up all of a sudden" "Am I ?" Jesse flashed her a smile "Never mind" "Now give that novel back to me" She added and they both started fighting for the novel

" I could not help but scoff at that. Right on cue, Derick's phone rang. It was the hospital. Jasmine's baby had a sudden respiratory crisis, and with no one there to sign off on emergency surgery, he did not make it. I was taken aback. Even though in a previous life he turned out to be a thankless wretch, the news of his death still hit me with a wave of mixed emotions. Jasmine heard the devastating news without so much as a flinch of shock or a trace of sorrow. "Quick! Let me make sure baby Ayden is really okay!" She seized the moment I was caught off guard and snatched my child from me. I reacted with a jolt and wrestled my baby back into my arms.