Jessica Alba Race Novels & Stories

I gave her one short glance, then looked away. Her smile faltered, freezing for a split second. The people around us noticed. Soft whispers started floating around the table. “Does she even know who Jessica is?” “Maybe she’s just rude. Jessica’s Alpha Damon’s woman.” “Alice shouldn’t look down on her like that.” “I heard Jessica’s a famous designer abroad. Maybe Alice thinks she’s too good for her.” The chatter pressed against me like buzzing insects. I didn’t look at them. I didn’t have to.

Jessica explained. Bella heard some paper shuffling sounds and loud tapping on a computer keyboard on the other end of the call, it was like Jessica’s busy looking into something as she paused in interval during her explanations. “So what is it?” “Your mother is a royalty. Yes, an omega wolf royalty. Rare, but they do exist. She was accidentally caught up in an ambush raid the Bluemoon pack, your father had done years ago. That’s how she ended up being a slave.” Bella’s lips parted as she heard Jessica’s revelation.

he said, “But it’s not all sunshine and rainbows out there.” He marched out of the room, leaving my stomach to sink. I strode after him, but Jess stole away my thoughts. She stood at the bottom of the stairs in a white cotton dress, her hair flowing and her skin radiant. I opened my mouth and stepped down the stairs. “You are stunning,” I said, my eyes flickering over her. She stepped forward and put her hands on my chest, “I can’t believe how much you’ve grown. You look like an Alpha.”

I slipped into the shadowed space of a nearby alcove, concealed by a heavy velvet drape, my heart hammering a frantic rhythm against my ribs. “…ARE YOU OUT OF YOUR MIND?” Ronan’s roar was muffled by the door but vibrated through the wood. “A child? You stand before every Alpha on the continent and lay claim to a child?” “It’s the truth!” Jessica’s voice was a defiant shriek, but it trembled. “Or are you calling me a liar in front of everyone? Again!” “The truth is a fluid concept for you, Jessica! You’ve built a career on lies! What is this? Another scheme to trap me? To force a union your father couldn’t broker?”

Finally reaching the student bar, I walk in, and see Daz, he gets up to cuddle me. “Finally, you're here, Alena. Jessica, this is Alena, one of my friends. Alena, this is Jessica, my girlfriend.” He introduces us, turning to look at her. I freeze for a second. She resembles me - she is short, with fiery red hair and freckles. “Sorry, I'm late. I got distracted.” I need to apologise for being late. Moving, I sit down and look at her, my eyes inspecting her, she looks just like me, sure our features are different. She is short, with wild red hair like mine.

"…until she transferred to our high school. We were juniors. "That's just fucking seventeen years old. Now I know that was young, but you know what? When you're seventeen, you know everything. Her name was—is—Tessa. She had the most beautiful light-chocolate skin. Her grandma was from Jamaica. She didn't have to work at her looks either. She had the genes, an amazing combination of exotic and all-American." Kimbra's blue eyes are now dry as she turns her hand palm up and we intertwine our fingers.

The blonde smirked arrogantly as she looked down at Peach’s outfit, “But I definitely do. You are Melina’s cousin, right?” A sense of annoyance rose up within Peach at the mention of Melina’s name, and she really didn't want to deal with whoever this girl was. “Yes,” Peach answered curtly, narrowing her eyes at the blonde. “Well, I am Jessica... Jessica Astor,” She smirked widely, flashing a pearly white, straight set of teeth. The fact that it was one of Jessica's rich, spoiled friends was annoying the hell out of Peach, and she rolled her eyes before saying, “Okay...?”

With that kind of force, blood started seeping through the bandages. I let out a low groan, gritted my teeth against the pain, and looked up at this woman who'd appeared out of nowhere. Totally baffled, I asked, "Who are you?" She seemed shocked. She let out a scoff of disbelief. "Keep pretending. Keep it up. I just went overseas to celebrate Dylan's birthday. Is that really worth you acting like you're dying, Connor?" Judging by her reaction and the way Mark had shrunk back into the corner like a bystander, it finally clicked. So this was Alyssa—the one Mark had been talking about.

Jessica barked, hoping that those words would intimidate Kalina and bring her down from her high horse. But rather, Kalina could not hold it any longer as she let out a soft chuckle. "And what is so funny?" "Nothing at all, aside from your words. Alpha Harper has not made an official announcement introducing you as his fiancée or whatever you call yourself, and regarding the aspect of becoming a Luna, you should calm down. Because most times when you become cocky, it tends to fail" "What!" Jessica opened her mouth in shock. She was the daughter of an Alpha and never in her life did she imagine that a Beta would speak to her in such a manner.

I was a stray pup. At five years old, several elite warriors captured me and threw me in front of the Alpha heir, Lucas. I heard his wolf talking to Lucas in his mind. "Lucas, this damn little thing is a hybrid of a werewolf and an evil witch. The prophecy shows she will be extremely vicious in the future, even killing your Mate. For the Moon Goddess, you must kill her now to protect your future Luna." Lucas agreed carelessly. But when he saw me, he froze. "Seriously? Dude, you’re saying this tiny thing is a homicidal maniac? How vicious can she be? Cursing the future Luna with a lollipop?" I tugged the corner of Lucas's expensive shirt, and looked up. "Big brother, I'm so hungry." He looked