Jesse Lee Peterson Book Novels & Stories

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Pete had a reoccurring vision of a book he saw as he glanced around the room while handling the guy they found to be a suspect of something perhaps. "The...!" Without completing his words, he cursed.."Shit!" He left grip the guy as he hastily turned over, running back to where he came out from. The flames that made their way to various places, burning through even metals. Lava on its own, flowed like a stream across the carnival, eating everything up. Pete had his struggle on getting in perhaps, it was a challenge. His eyes went across the room as he searched for a place to go through for the sole purpose of getting his hands on the book Calypso requested for.

Me and myself. I managed to pull myself up and reached for the pocket of the jacket I'm wearing. The book Justin gave, The First Born is inside. "You know, you really gave me a headache" I said looking at the book in my hands. Even after thinking about it on the diners and through my way home last night, I'm still confused and somewhat frustrated. I still can't believe what was written on this book. Still, I love the author, Priam, but his book this time is confusing.

“You’re right. I’ll make this right. If I can make it right with Jaz, I can make it right with Ethan. No promises about Justin, though--” I stopped, my eyes glued to the cover of the dusty medical textbook in my hands. I tried to calm my breathing as I read the cover, anxiously flipping it open to scan the table of contents. “What is it?” Perrin approached me, the sweaty musk of him more pungent than normal; I felt slightly dizzy as he came closer to me, towering over behind my back to look over my shoulder. “I think this is it,” I breathed, flipping another page. “What Jaz told me to look for.”

-Milo I smile after seeing that note and it truly made me smile. It was something I wanted to look forward to. There was a different kind of books in here which was labeled by the guys’ name on who gave them. It was truly touching. Days went by and I had a lot of adjusting in the facility. My nurse, Jessie, was incredibly sweet and a talker too. She tells me stories about her family and why she thinks that the patient in here is so strong for admitting themselves here. She inspires me every day with different Bible saying and how I should need to be closer to God.

Once we got home, Jeremy thoughtfully helped me put my bag on a hook, change into slippers, and brought me to the dining hall to show me that he had cooked a feast for me. “I called my mom to ask about what’s good. These foods are very nourishing for people who’ve just had a miscarriage. Have a taste.” I pushed away the cutlery he gave me and snorted before mocking him, “You’re thinking about taking care of me now that the baby died? You should have done this before.” “I got stuck on an insignificant problem. Joy was right. What’s important is us properly spending the rest of our lives together.” I sneered. Joy really was the one pitching him ideas.

Something that tasted of ancient ice and forgotten promises, drifting in from the deep pines. As the light in the cabin window flickered and died behind me, a cold realization settled in my gut. By trying to keep Jessica in the dark, I had left the door wide open for something far worse than a jilted Alpha to walk in.

Now that I’d mostly learned how to translate his crappy handwriting, I was able to slowly pick my way through it. The first page described him… Writing a book? My gaze jerked back to the spare room and then dipped back to the journal to keep reading. The next few pages were about his pack buddies and his family. He seemed close to them. Then his book was mentioned again. Insurrection. I dropped the journal again, and crossed the hallway yet another time, stopping in front of the bookshelf. My eyes scanned the many, many books, until… Insurrection. Bingo. I grabbed the paperback off the shelf, and my eyes scanned the cover. It had a snake and a skull and looked kind of epic, definitely someth

“You were born with something inside you. A flame that was dormant—sleeping. But it didn’t come from me. I only… woke it up.” Her breath caught. “You’re saying I’ve always had this?” she whispered. “The visions? The fire?” “In a way, yes. It was buried deep. Most people never awaken it. You would’ve lived your whole life never knowing—if it weren’t for what’s coming.” Evelynn’s skin prickled. “What is coming?” He walked slowly to a shelf, pulled down a tattered journal, and handed it to her. Inside were sketches. Of creatures. Of symbols. Of her.

She planned to travel through the Pacific Northwest, staying in intentional communities and learning from other women-centered spaces. “I need to stretch again,” she told Emma as they packed her things into the car. “So I can return more whole.” Emma hugged her tightly. “You always come back brighter.” “And you always hold it down.” Jules handed Emma a sealed envelope before she left. “Don’t open this until next month. Promise?” Emma nodded, tucking it away. “Promise.” As the month unfolded, more letters and emails came from readers. Some praised the book. Others shared their own stories of betrayal, of renewal, of rediscovery.