Jessica Alba Race Novels & Stories

Tasha jumped in glee, smiling all teeth. Saint chuckled, ruffling Tasha’s hair, and then said in a quieter voice, “I heard some are Alphas.” Jessica gulped, for some reason an odd, twisting, churning sensation in her stomach. “Alphas from the city? Really?” Tasha gasped, exaggeratedly. “Jessica, you magical Omega, what if one chooses you? Oh, gosh, I can see it: the angry Jessica wooed by a hot Alpha who melts her into a puddle of googly eyes.”

Jessica was silent for a few seconds and finally, she sigh and confirm Alissa’s silence. “She’s Clarke’s daughter, is she? The hair...” “Both him and Daniel's mother have blond hair. It’s genes.” Jessica shook her head, rubbing her temples with so much information she was receiving at that moment. “Please tell me more and if you have any alcohol with you, I’ll be very grateful.” Alissa sighed. “Jessica, honey? I’m sure you have a very busy day today so why don’t I bring you some tea or something soothing just to ease that tired shoulder? Is that okay? I’m sure Lorena doesn’t mind that.”

"Are you not unused to the cosmetic contact lenses? So you can't see clearly." Jessica looked at the woman's blue eyes on purpose. The woman looked elegant, but she couldn't help but show a little indignation after being irritated. "It's innate! I'm mixed-race!" 'Ha!' Jessica smiled, "So that's it. I'm sorry that it isn't obvious to me." It was said that mixed-race people were very pretty. It was nonsense! "...!" The woman was irritated. 'Jessica is a host indeed. She is so glib!'

"And who are you?" Jessica choked, barely maintaining her composure. She had no idea if he truly had no idea who she was or was faking it. But she could only assume it was the former and continue her gentle act. "I'm Jessica Brown, the female lead from the movie Miracle, the fourth-highest-grossing movie at the box office last year." Caleb straightened up and stared squarely at her, prompting her smile to grow. That was until he spoke again, "No idea."

Tears slid down my face, and I kept scrubbing until I was red, but that changed nothing. I stepped out of the tub, my legs shaky as I moved towards the mirror. The glass was fogged, but I wiped a section with my hand. Just a small part, but that was enough to leave me frozen. What… the hell? Panic built in my chest as I quickly cleared more of the steam, wiping the whole thing until I could fully see my reflection. My breath caught. The girl staring back at me wasn’t me. My brown hair was now snow white, and my brown eyes were golden. Not haHazelNot blue.

Justin asks, still watching Brooke’s computer screen over her shoulder. “That’s what we need to find out,” Brooke replies simply, spinning in her chair to face the monitor that Carly turned on. Right as I glance up at it, the video chat connects, a girl appearing on the screen. She looks to be a few years older than me, with the prettiest dark eyes, caramel skintone and light brown curls. She’s a dead ringer for Zendaya- I’m immediately struck by how stunning she is. “Hey, Astrid,” Brooke greets, wheeling her desk chair a little closer as the rest of us hang back.

This Jessa… is different. Her hair falls in soft, glossy waves around her face, framing her warm brown eyes. She’s wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugs her curves just enough to show them off without trying too hard. There’s a hint of color on her lips, a touch of shimmer on her cheeks. She looks… breathtaking. Like someone completely new. My throat goes dry, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. ⸻ Whispers ripple through the crowd. “Is that Jessa Lombardi?”

I snapped, slapping her hand away. Jessica didn't even flinch. She just straightened up, deliberately tossing her hair back to show off the moonstone necklace. "Maybe it's for the best," she said, looking down on me, her eyes full of defiance. "After all, the Alpha needs a stronger bloodline. A broken she-wolf is no match for him." I just watched her, my face a cold mask. When I didn't react, she sneered. She slowly unzipped her designer purse and pulled out a men's black dress shirt.

"Now, for those who were drugged, are you certain this is the lady who served you food?" "Yes, Alpha, but she had blonde short hair," I looked at Jessica. She had long black hair mixed with red. "Jessica, do you have a twin sister?" I was compelled to ask, and she nodded. "No, I don’t. I grew up with my late mother and father. They are both deceased, and I was never told about having a twin or another relative," she replied, deepening my confusion. The case was becoming more complex with each passing second. I looked at Gabby, she held my hands and smiled, helping me regain composure.

His Beta Rob and his little sister Jessy and their baby brother Cody. Jessy was my age; we would always hang out at Alpha meetings and camps and stuff. She was about a foot smaller than me, but that girl was lethal. At Alpha training, I watched her take down wolves triple her size. They would underestimate her, due to her size and timid nature and it was always funny to watch. She had fair skin and pale blue eyes, dark blonde hair that danced just below her shoulder and a slick smile that could steal hearts in a second.