Jessica Alba Race Novels & Stories

Ophelia's POV "I am Ophelia Starkingstein, daughter of the late Beta Harrison of Stormridge Pack.” He remained silent for several seconds after I spoke. Although I kept my head lowered in submission, I felt the weight of his Alpha aura settle over me as he assessed every word I spoke. "What is an omega doing alone near a restricted border at this hour?" he asked calmly, quiet authority woven through his voice. I swallowed hard and tightened my fingers around the fabric of my dress.

Since she was a child, Tatiana Kintyre Wilbur Thyagaraja was born to be defective with all the traits of a she-wolf. She was born weak to slay, fragile for all the quirks that had to give rise to fulfillment, and a wimp to even hoist up a sword. But she's the claimed lineage of Thyagaraja's direct disciples through various ancestors, the reason she was scurried to be the Alpha's mate. Yet, after knowing how feeble she is, the Alpha ordered a decree for all the gratis she-wolf to battle and win the chance to be his other half.

Cara had very little luck as well as interest in that department. Jessica was tall and slender with long blonde hair that waved naturally down her back. She had an olive complexion which complimented her deep hazel eyes and long feathery eyelashes. Being five foot ten without heels meant she was one of the tallest in her year. Her friend Cara had always been small, at five foot two and never known to have a growth spurt, thus giving Cara the nickname Shorty. Cara was tiny in frame and voice. With her mousy blonde hair that curled and frizzed all over the place. Taking Cara at least two hours in a morning before school to make herself decent. She had bright blue eyes that magnified her bronze

The Moon Goddess thought that I was worthy of the position next to the Alpha King, so why should I doubt myself because of someone else's doubt? I continued to scoop up a spoonful of cake to eat, concentrated on enjoying the taste of the cake and no longer cared much about Jessica. No matter what she said, it couldn't affect my very good mood. "You think you're good enough to help the Alpha King?" Jessica raised her voice. "Then are you good enough to help him?" I calmly asked her back. "Of course." Jessica said arrogantly. "My father is the Alpha of the Tsunami pack, my grandfather is the Alpha of the Full Moon pack, my brother and sister possess great wealth in human society, and I am an i

She thought, "You've never visited me for over ten years. How could you even recognize me? What a joke!" Jessica had no plan to entertain Catherine and was about to leave. But the latter didn't give up. "I saw the hatred in your eyes. If you really don't know me, you won't be looking at me with such disdain," Catherine asserted. She then quickly walked in front of Jessica, blocking her path as she stared at Jessica with eyes that resembled the latter's. Actually, a closer look would reveal that Catherine did bear a resemblance to Jessica; their facial structures were very similar. Jessica had had a career in acting for many years, winning countless awards, both big and small. Her acting skil

But now because of long-suffering from illness, she had dark yellow skin, deep sunken eyes, and protruding cheekbones. Even if she wore a delicate wig, she did not look attractive. But she still looked noble and elegant. "Hello, Miss Ferguson, I am Bethany Quest, a friend of Jeffrey." Bethany retracted her gaze and extended her hands toward Jessica. Jessica raised her skinny hand and shook with her. Seeing Bethany's slender jade-like hand in front of her, Jessica felt a bit jealous with her eyes lowered. But nobody noticed it because she recovered herself. “Hello, Miss Quest. Do.you know me?” Jessica asked with a smile as she withdrew her hand back.

"Nothing!" She turned around and entered the kitchen with a sullen face. During breakfast, Annette thought of something. "What do you think of Jessica?" "Jessica? Who?" Annette replied, "The daughter of the Alpha of the Black Thorn Pack. Haven't you met Jessica before?" "What do you want to ask?" "Well, from a man's perspective, what do you think of her?" Annette asked. Connor said without thinking, "She had plastic surgery. The way she speaks is pretentious."

"She is right. I thought you were a nice person. Guess I was wrong, because the least you could do was help Alba out. I guess you don't believe in forgive and forget." "Jessica, get the fuck out of my store." When I got back to the front of the boutique, everyone was staring at me. "What did Alba want?" Nick asked. "She came looking for a wedding dress." "Who is she trying to trap?" He asked. I couldn't help my laugh. "I don't know, but I feel sorry for the guy already." Nick shrugged. "I'm just glad it ain't me." I playfully slapped his chest, glad it wasn't him either.

The Ali Jessica was referring to was her older sibling’s so-called ‘friend’. “Friend, that guy is drop-dead gorgeous too, like Ali. If only my instincts didn’t say that my sister is just being in-denial when it comes to her feelings, oh my! I could’ve stolen him a long time ago.” Lyzza frowned because of Jessica’s dreamy expression. It was pretty obvious that she had a crush on that Alejandro Almeradez guy. “Going back,” she continued. “You’re already aware that I want to do my on-the-job training at Vesarius Airlines, right? It will significantly impact my resume, and a bright future awaits the people who get accepted there.”