Jesse York Novels & Stories

, and a second guard - Jesse - takes the night shift. Jesse is a pretty quiet guy. He's from Brooklyn, a local dude, and he doesn't say much, though he's very friendly. He has deep, expressive brown eyes and skin so dark that it shines in the light. His build really surprised me when we were introduced: he's very wiry, almost slender. I guess he could tell that I was a little dubious, because he gave me a quick grin and asked if I'd like to see a demonstration. I did, of course, and said so. Marcus had grinned wickedly, exchanging a very boyish look of glee with Jesse, and they took me out onto the lawn for an impromptu wrestling match.

she mouthed to no one. Jessica looked over the white Cape Cod. She half expected to find a hidden camera or something. Walking to the front door of her home, she tucked the letter under her arm and checked over her shoulder to see if anyone was really watching. She still did not believe what she read. As far as Jessica knew, Yada was killed a little over a year ago when the yacht she was on exploded shortly after docking in Panama City. Jessica had known of others to fake their deaths, but not Yada, she was too proud to hide in the shadows. Yada was too open in her world to fake her death.

I couldn't help it when my eyebrow raised, "You're only sixteen?" Jessie nodded, a light blush forming on her face. "I am." "And Alpha Asher has you out here?" I scoffed. So much for not recruiting kids. "I'm good with my nose." Jessie shrugged, "I'm the one who asked for the job." "I see." I nodded, "And did you smell anything." Jessie hesitated, her eyes flickering over to Carter and Wade, "Whatever it was smelled sweet." "Sweet." I repeated, not entirely believing what I was hearing. How could Jessie smell it when Mason, Carter and Wade couldn't?

Jessie opened a program and caught a glimpse of the code on Yale's screen from the corner of her eye. Was he working on a firewall? "Yale, you sly dog, trying to impress the pretty lady?" A young man walked by and gave Yale a knowing look. "Hi, gorgeous. I'm Shawn Zackary." Jessie looked at Shawn and nodded politely. "Hello, I'm Jessie." She didn't say much, which surprised Shawn a little. He exchanged glances with Yale, who just smiled and said, "Go get that firewall done. If we don't finish it, Frank will have us here all night."

I would do anything to get a slice of normalcy. The nurse sauntered away to help her next patient and Jericho took that as his cue to make his way toward me. I watched with morbid fascination as his thick, toned legs ate up the distance between us. He stood tall, broad chest stretching the material of his black graphic tee—if I wasn't mistaken it was a Fortnite gamer t-shirt. His hair was neatly propped at the crown of his head in a top knot and he had shaved this morning, leaving his face delicate and smooth. He looked years younger like this and I liked it just as much as I liked him with a prickly beard and snarled hair. When he was close enough, he extended a muscle-corded arm to me with

"Jesse Lingard." ********

Instead, she stood in the dark shadows of the trees and observed silently. "What do you want?" the beautiful young woman asked. At that point, she was already trembling with fear. The young woman was Priscilla Hill. She was a college senior about to graduate. "Hey, sweetheart, Mr. York thinks you're beautiful and would like to take you for a ride. How does that sound?" Billy Jennings, a burly man, asked with malicious intent. The "Mr. York" he mentioned was from the most influential aristocratic family in Southlake City, the York family. To be precise, Billy was talking about Derek York.

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

"Miss Sonnet is a big celebrity, and I’m just an ordinary assistant. I don’t have the qualifications to say such words. If there is nothing else, I will go upstairs!" Josie looked slightly unhappy, "Yale, we are acquaintances. How about we talk more?" Yale's face looked not good. He didn’t want to talk to Josie because he was afraid that Jocelyn would figure out Josie's identity. If that happened, Skyler would definitely punish him hard! He closed his eyes and said with an expressionless face, "We can talk later. I have a lot of work today, so I need to leave. Good-bye!"