Jessica Alba Ethnicity Parents Novels & Stories

Jessica finally giggled, holding her mother’s hand. “What if Ethan finds out though?” Joseph said worriedly, knowing that it couldn’t be avoided forever. Jessica felt nothing at the mention of Ethan’s name. She hadn’t said anything to him about the baby but she hated the thought of her child having a father like Ethan. This was the main reason she was moving to Italy after her plans to remake her life. “He wouldn’t find out, dad. Not unless I or any of you tell him.” Jessica firmly declared. “Then if that is your say on the matter, we strongly support you no matter what.” Janet reached out for a hug, squeezing Jessica tightly because she would be far away from her in a few days.

"Cory rejected me and then the alpha banished me. The Luna had two of her goons take me away, beat me up and left me for dead." "Those evil bastards." "I was even going to name my baby after my parents. Steven, if it was a boy, or Melissa, if it was a girl." Kanyon froze. "Your parents were Steven and Melissa Thornton?" “Indeed, my name is Jessica Thornton,” she answered. “You knew my parents?” “Yes I did.” Jessica didn’t questioned it. She knew her father travelled all over to tell his stories and her mother was a famous enough singer. “Small world,” she let out.

She stretched her hand out, handing her phone to Jake. Jake’s expression turned sour as he watched the video of Jess and Fiona earlier at her launching. “You weren’t kidding? She’s really back?” Fiona sighed. “Of course, I wasn’t kidding. Do I look like Jim to you?” “I’ll take that as a lovely compliment from a sibling to another sibling,” Jim said as he stood up to watch the video that had Jake on a chokehold. “Why is she calling herself Jessica?” Jim asked. “Apparently, she claims she’s Jessica Hart, the daughter of the enigmatic billionaire Dominic Hart, which is impossible. The only rich person or thing Ella has ever come in contact with is the car I used to knock her down,” Fiona let ou

my mom said and walked away. “Bye, Luke,” my dad said, hanging up the call. I sat at the kitchen table, staring at the cell phone in my hand. After some time, Blake walked in, checking the stove to see what had been made for lunch. He then turned to look at me and said, “What, did you knock someone else up now?” “Fucking A, Blake. Did you know that Jasmine comes from a family of alphas?” “What? No.” Blake raised his eyebrows, staring out into the distance. He then turned back to me and continued. “But it does make sense. That girl lifts and fights like a badass.”

“Alpha, this spells trouble. Didn’t you tell me you rejected your mate, Jessica, and that she came from there? My guess is she’s out for revenge and that her father is in danger. We must warn him somehow.” “Send a message through the usual discreet channels. Is that everything?” “I get it. You want rid of me. No problem.” “Keep me posted.” “Will do, Alpha Liam.” When she emerged, the Alpha seemed deep in thought. “Something’s off,” he said, finally. “Jack’s wrong. Yes, I have it! Jessica Haines told me she was in line to be the next Alpha there, which means her father was alive then or at least one parent.”

Confused, Tammy asked the blonde woman. Jessica's lower body was covered by a white blanket, and her fingers clenched tightly on the blanket after hearing her assistant's question. She silently considered everything, and after making up her mind, she opened her mouth to answer, “You are wrong because I actually know the father of my child. This child is not Noah's, but Tyler's.”

“As of this morning, Alba Blackwood is my Luna. Not by contract. By choice. By the moon.” He turned to me. “Alba.” I stepped forward. My legs were shaking. “I spent 23 years being told I was nothing,” I said. My voice didn’t shake. “I was told I’d never be Luna. I was told I’d never be loved.” I looked at Kieran. “You were wrong.” I turned to the cameras. “I am Luna Alba Blackwood. And I am not afraid anymore.” Flash. Flash. Flash. Ares took my hand.

This was starting to become a bit creepy. “Deal.” I introduced Abella to both Isa and Zion as we all made room for her at our table. Of course, peculiar Isa asked, “So Abella where are you from? It’s unbelievable how you look so much like my big sis, Do you know any Grahams?” “Edily asked me that in the restroom. The name sticks out like a sore thumb, but I honestly can’t call it. My parents were in the military, we traveled so much I can’t honestly say I’m from anywhere. My father grew up here, I was born and lived my early childhood in France; my mother is from Haiti which is where my parents met. Whenever my dad comes back here I do too, We’ve been here about three to four months or so; h

"A quick voice pierced the air. I turned and found myself face-to-face with a girl I didn't recognize at once. She had tiny eyes and a defiant posture, like she owned the earth beneath her feet. I saw Maya squirm uncomfortably beside me. "And who's asking?" I retorted, my voice consciously meeting her haughty attitude. The girl raised her chin. "I am Jessica, daughter of Alpha Caesar and Luna Jasmine of Midnight Pack." Her words had a commanding tone, as if she anticipated the room to bow before her.

A broad, happy smile spread across his face as he walked over to me, patting my shoulders. "I'm impressed," Father said. "She's an Alpha's daughter; she must be a strong one." His gaze continued to roam across Emma before he nodded again. "I'm glad you separated from Jessica. Make sure you finalize your divorce with that Omega. Emma here..." He moved to take her hands and patted them, causing Emma to blush. "... is the perfect match for you—an Alpha female for Luna. Well done, son." "So that's it?" Everyone's gaze turned toward the shaky voice. Jessica looked as though she had lost her soul. Her mascara had smeared down her face, and her hair was disheveled. A cold smile played on her lips,