Jessica Alba Race Novels & Stories

Were there two women up there waiting to have sex with me? Shit! I couldn't even picture their bodies clearly, now that I thought about it. Jessica had slightly curly auburn hair and a pale complexion, and usually wore clear lip gloss. Her eyes were blue-green, and she was a little self-conscious about her smile. Teresa was of Hispanic heritage, or perhaps Native American, with straight black hair and smoky, almond-colored eyes. She had full, red lips but obviously wore lipstick.

"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."

So, I suppose it was natural that an entirely improper thought crossed my mind at the point that, as I read her status. Jasmine and Alia were both recently eighteen. Jasmine is half Asian Indian, half English and Alia has middle eastern parents, from the Lebanon. They are both gorgeous with golden-olive skin, and brown eyes. Jasmine has shortish black hair, while Alia’s is long, waist-length nearly. Both girls are very, very pretty and hot but in a rather demure way.

“Jessica is perfect for Allister, Rhea. Her father’s wealth spans several towns. He has made a huge name for himself. Alphas far and near troop into Silver Valley because of his influence.” “Still, you can't compare his wealth to that of the Blackwaters family. Besides, he's a Hamit-Beta.” “Ranked above hundreds of thousands of Alphas.” She tells me. “In other words, he is pure royalty, and his daughter is a gem. If your brother decides to leave Jessica. The suitors that will troop in to take his place will be countless.” “Still, Jessica White is not an Alpha heiress.” “She can be considered so. Because her position means she can only be married to royalty, and with how much power her father

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.

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.