Jessica Alba Race Novels & Stories

Jessica P.O.V. The days have gone by slowly. On Saturday it’s Alpha Liam’s 25th birthday bash, and I am going to take him by storm! He is not going to know what hit him, and I can’t wait to beat all those other sluts who think they have a chance. No one ever has a chance against me. Not when I was a child, and definitely not now that I am a beautiful young woman. I have been preparing for this for months now. Ever since his parents sent word about their arrangement with their son. I smirk at the mirror. Luna Jessica Halsted Blackmoon of the Blackmoon pack. It has a nice ring to it.

“What is your ETA?” “My, my, aren’t we an anxious little Alpha.” I chuckle. And in reality she is little. At 5’2” it’s almost hard to believe she’s an Alpha. Up until you see her fight and then there’s not question that the woman is all Alpha. She uses her small stature to her advantage – because she’s small, she is quick and agile in a way that male Alphas generally aren’t. But beyond that, she is also a smart and strategic fighter. I’ve seen her take down some of the strongest warriors out there because she used her brains just as much her strength. Thinking of what a badass she is is only making me again wish that she were my fated mate.

She’s as perfect as ever, Theodore thought, watching the woman he loved swoon his family over. “I’m Jessica,” Jessica said, offering her hand too. Her smile was identical to Theodore’s, and so were her eyes. However, unlike Theodore’s dark hair like his father’s, Jessica sported blonde curls like their mother. “I’d been dying to meet you. You have no idea.” Jessica seemed nice enough, and this relieved Abigail. She had been worried that Jessica would come off as a rich, spoiled brat. She wasn’t trying to be mean, but that’s how Theodore described her. Literally. However, the admiration behind his voice was always evident.

"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.

"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.

"This was an elite team before your stupid ass showed up and began to beg for a spot that you haven't earned." Her eyes were fierce and furious. Suddenly another voice interjected. "She earned her spot when the Alpha's mother vouched for her!" I turned to look. Rosa emerged from the crowd with her dark hair pulled back in a practical braid. She was also one of the few people here who didn't look at me like I was garbage. "Or are you now beginning to question Nana's judgment, Jessica?" Her brow rose. Jessica swallowed softly. "Of course not." Jessica's jaw tightened.

@JessVance_Official. ‎Her profile is a manifesto of "bad bitch" energy. The first photo that stops his thumb is a shot of her on a balcony in Ibiza, wearing a white bikini showing her "grape-shaped" mound angled perfectly toward the camera, her blonde hair windblown and wild curves glistening with tanning oil. The caption simply reads: “Catch me if you can. (Spoiler: You can’t).” ‎ ‎Matt’s eyes narrow as he hits the comment section. It’s a cesspool of thirsty suits and gym rats, and Jessica is in there with a flamethrower.

Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally

“I didn't know that Jessica is connected to the Langston family.” My Aunt released a deep breath. “It's because you never asked sweetie. When Jessica visited us here, I have known it. Her family is from the blood of the Alphas and not just ordinary Alpha, it is from the blood of the Alpha King. But she is very kind and I give her that, but sweetie you are from the blood of Escariot, and to Langston, we are a traitor.” I close my eyes and shake my head. No! How cruel does our fate could ever be! Why? Why must we suffer all this time?

Olivia continued, “let’s not keep your groom waiting.” Jessica stood up straight from the stool she was sitting on. She admired herself in her flowing low-cut, v-neck wedding gown. The dress hugged her body, accentuating her shape and ample breasts. “I bet that is the first thing that attracted Lance to you,” Alice said referring to Jessica’s breasts when she caught Jessica angling her body in a way that showed off her heavy bosom. “Mom!” Jessica said, embarrassed at having been caught. “Well, that is one quality the women in our family have been blessed with. Have you seen your sister’s? She certainly got too much of the ‘boob gene’,” Alice said amidst laughter.