Jesse Turning Red Novels & Stories

he continues, little puffs of shadow starting to spill from his mouth as he goes, “I guess Ariel and Jackson can share because they have a bond? Which means we…” Jesse sees all of us gaping at him. “What,” he asks, immediately starting to get freaked out. “What’s going on?” “Um, cousin?” I say gently, leaning forward and gesturing towards my own mouth. “You’re…leaking. A little bit.” Jesse looks down and jumps a little when he sees the little cloud of shadow forming in front of him. “Shit,” he mutters, and then he takes a deep breath, closing his eyes and continuing to breathe deeply. As we all watch, the shadows slowly slip back into him. When he opens his eyes a few seconds later, they’re

he added while we nodded in agreement with him. It was almost two hours later that Jessica fluttered her eyes, which had turned from big, beautiful blue eyes to red because of what was happening to her. I looked into her eyes, and they were still the same red as usual. The sight of it tightened my chest as misery sank its claws so deeply into me.

He murmurs against my cheek, and I instinctively lower my eyes to his lap… seeing that there's a bundle in his pants. My face burns immediately. “Can you help me again, Reddy?” He whispers, seductively. “No!” I push him across the chest, angry, “Are you crazy?” Jasper's laughter reaches my ears, making me immediately lose the strength and the intent to push him away… “Just kidding, cranky girl.” “I'm not cranky.” I say with a pout, lowering my hands slightly, brushing my fingertips across his abs over his t-shirt — which makes him raise an eyebrow.

Did he take her and her feelings as a joke? She was still in her thoughts when his seductive voice rang in her ears, “What happened, Jessica? Did you not like my surprise?” He had a teasing tone as he leaned towards her. She was caught off guard as she looked up when her face almost clashed with his face. Their eyes crashed. She stared in his deep blue ocean-like eyes. She felt she was drowning but she was still upset. He clearly saw that her eyes were deep red indicating she had cried for a long time.

“Oh, she’s fine. We’ll get to her in a minute. Just couldn’t have you trying to shift or anything, you understand.” “Yeah, I understand that you’re fucked up in the head.” A smirk plays at my lips “And that when Santiago learns you have me here; he’s going to rip your throat out. I hope my wolf is awake by then, she’ll enjoy the show.” Jesse shoots up out of the chair, sending it flying behind him and slaps me hard across the face. His face turned blood red and contorted into a snarl. I thought for a minute he might shift but he didn’t.

“And THIS is why none of us go to dances.” “You don’t go because you still don’t know how deodorant works,” Mariah fired back. He blinked, nodded once. “Touché.” I should’ve laughed harder. Normally I would have. But today everything felt… off-kilter. Like someone tilted the world a few degrees and expected me to pretend I didn’t feel it. Jessa sat beside me, close enough our knees brushed. Close enough that I felt every tiny shift in the air when she moved. She had a soft red sweater on today — not loud, just warm, like fall and sunlight and comfort wrapped together.

I frowned, leaning even closer until I could make out the rapid, shallow panting escaping his parted lips. Before I could fully process that alarming observation, another disruption drew my attention to the front of the class. Jessica, a typically quiet girl, slowly rose to her feet. Her face was deathly pale and glistening with sweat. Loose strands of lank hair clung to her clammy skin as she swayed unsteadily. But most worrying were the angry rashes mottling her exposed arms, legs and even parts of her face in a grotesque crimson rash that looked eerily similar to the blemishes marring Trent's skin.

As I went to inhale deeply, lost in the fantasy, I jolted violently, snapping out of my daze to which I shot Jessica a fierce glare as she had slammed on the brakes hard. "That's a red light," Jessica mentioned casually, her chin edging up pointedly, to which my eyes drifted to the front, seeing the glaring red traffic signal. The moment the sign flickered to green, Jessica zoomed out with enough speed that had gravity dragging me back into the chair, pinning me as my breath hitched sharply. This was torture, I swear...

I look back over to Jesse who is still standing there and when I see the red light on the video camera turn off, I figure they are finally taking a break. Psych walks over to Jesse, his fist is still a little bloody and my guess is it's my teeth that managed to cut him. I can't help a small smile at the fact that he is hurt from me. "Fuck baby, that was so hot. I'm so turned on by you right now." Jesse says in a whiny little voice. Do men really think that's hot? She sounds like a fucking squirrel.

"Why did you suddenly give me red beans? Isn't it better to give flowers?" Of course, she didn't think that red beans were not good-looking, she was just simply curious. Terry fastened her seatbelt and looked up at her. "You had pollen allergy." Jessica hesitated for a moment, watching his eyes flicker. Then, she reached up and grabbed his tie, lifting her head and fiercely kissing his lips. "Remember this clearly," she said. Peach Blossom watched her, and the smile in her eyes was like a pool of spring water.