Jesse Lee Peterson Book Novels & Stories

I looked at Jessica, she just smile, I frown I took my book and moved to Lukas' office. On reaching there I feel something going on in my body. I opened the door and I saw him sitting on his seat “ Shut the door behind you” I did so, as I turned he was beside me so that I couldn't escape. “ How are you feeling? “ He said looking at my neck “ Am fine, at least I didn't die in your hands” I frown “ I'm sorry for what happened this morning, I couldn't control myself.” I was shocked because Jess told me that Alpha doesn't apologize to anyone.

Chapter 61 Jace POV I've been walking to and fro in my hotel room for I don’t know how long. And if only the door can talk on how many times I set my eyes on it, maybe it will scream loudly to my face to stop digging hole on it. I've been waiting for my friends Kyle and Mason, if my computation is correct, they should be here any moment. With fingers’ crossed, I hope and prayed harder that they will bring with them a piece of good news.

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I was terrified to walk down the aisle and wasn’t sure what to do but the Alpha had told me to approach and I knew I could not deny his command. Everyone was still standing now and smiling except the High Priestesses whose face was as red as Sarah's, the Red Priestess's hair at this point. She had tried a few more times to say something but the Alpha completely ignored her and smiled at the guests and me. As I walked it brought joy to my face to see so many of the priestesses' faces and all looked as though they were excited about the future. I wanted to be as excited as them but also knew it may not be the same for me. I was terrified of what was going to be unveiled and as Reese walked

Caitlin dove into the book, scanning through, turning the pages as fast as she could, looking for any mention of vampires, of how to heal or cure one, how to bring one back to normal life. As she began to read, she suddenly slowed down. She went back and read it again. Then again. Her heart started beating with hope. She could tell right away that this book was very different than the others. This, of all the books, felt the most real to her, the most scholarly, the most impartial. It wasn’t filled with hyperbole and myth and wild stories told by grandmothers. This one was written, paradoxically, by a bishop, in the 16th century. Also a doctor, he had seen dozens of inexplicable cases of cor

Joseph had blown his golden chance, and now, the tables had turned. "Who taught you all this?" Joseph took off his glasses, looking baffled. He, a thirty-year-old grown man, was being lectured by a child? "A book." Jasper beamed, holding up a book titled "The Art of Courting Beautiful Women." Joseph was speechless. "This book is utter nonsense. I’m confiscating it." "It’s not! It’s the key to winning Mom back!" “Confiscated." Joseph snatched the book from Jasper, who muttered in frustration, "You’re so mean, Daddy…"

- Wake up! You have a book on your face. I blink my eyes open, see nothing but blurry lines until I lift the book I've been reading from my face and rub my nose. Damn, I must have fallen asleep reading it again. I close the human-written romance book about demons in a school and turn my gaze to where my foster brother is holding the door open. Jesper Perdita has long, dark brown hair that falls around his face and shoulders, his clothes are all a little too big and torn in places, they are all hand-me-downs. But he smiles every damn day, and for that alone, I love him. Eight years old, he acts like he's the same age as me, thanks to losing his family a year ago and having no other relatives

I hoped he never lost that sense of childish wonder or freedom of emotion. He calmed himself, squared up at the camera again. "Okay, what's the job." I hid my snicker, matched his new businesslike persona. "I've had two people close to me be touched by the Petters. One I know how they managed it-he was in the house as a flesh slave. The second," I shook my head, "he shouldn't be on their radar at all. I need to know how they found him." Jasper's brow furrowed. "They found him just out of the blue?"