Jessica Bailey Author Novels & Stories

JESSICA As I lay in bed, my mind raced with thoughts of the events that had transpired that day at school. The memory of Tyler's confession still lingered in my head, like a bad taste in my mouth. I couldn't believe how I had reacted—making a scene and causing such a commotion without even considering the potential consequences for others. And now, as I scrolled through the school's website and saw the countless comments and messages condemning Tyler's actions, I felt a deep sense of guilt and regret.

Cynthia went on indifferently. Joshua's gaze grew even darker, and his demeanor was colder. Just when Cynthia thought he was about to explode, he asked, "Who is Bailey?" Cynthia hesitated for a moment. Bailey was her sleeping companion, a plush toy specially designed to fit her hugging habits. However, she would not tell Joshua that. "What's wrong, can't say it?" Joshua felt this was the angriest he had ever gotten in his whole life. "There's nothing I can say. Bailey is my sleeping companion." Cynthia leaned against the table, facing Joshua.

Her bed didn't look like someone had slept on it. The thumb drive was also missing. Then a single note was placed carefully on the kitchen counter: "Don’t come looking for me until you’re ready to tell me the truth"_Bailey. Lyla’s hand trembled as she picked it up. Jace came in seconds later, finding her pale and still. “She remembered something,” Lyla whispered. “I think it’s starting.” Jace stepped closer. “Then we better start too.” Bailey got back to college and rushed into the bathroom for a quick shower,while in the shower she continued reminiscing on her new found discoveries of who she really is.

Even my favorite casserole was not appetizing to me. The clocked ticked and soon there was a soft knock at my door. The door opened slightly with a small creak and Bailey came inside. She was beautifully dressed. She had worn the dress I said I liked to make a good impression. I smiled a little at the effort that she had put in. "Good morning, Alpha Grey," she said shyly. I replied with a nod and gestured her to sit down. I exhaled and looked at her. Her eyes were bright and expectant and the innocence in them was arousing.

She shoved it back under the mattress, only to notice the edge of the stack sticking out farther than before. Someone had already read it. Her heart stopped. The phone rang. Olivia answered, breathless. Jessica’s calm voice poured through the line like poisoned honey. “You’re a clever writer, Olivia. But every author should remember, stories can kill.” Olivia’s knees buckled. “How did you,” Jessica laughed, low and sweet. “Your book is a mirror, darling. And I’ve been staring at you for a long, long time. Years before Ethan. Years before you even knew who I was.”

Her reflection stared back at her — soft brown eyes, slightly messy hair, a face that had always been… ordinary. Nothing like Jenny. Jenny was beautiful. Confident. The kind of girl people noticed the moment she walked into a room. Bailey swallowed. Jenny knew everything. Every single thing about Liam. Every secret thought. Every hopeless dream. And Jenny had always smiled and told her— “Maybe one day he’ll see you too.” Bailey clung to those words now. Maybe today was that day. Her chest tightened again, but this time it wasn’t nerves. It was something else.

Originally, she had relied on Bella, but then she latched onto Jex. Since Jex’s words carried more weight than Bella’s, there was no need to cling to Bella anymore. But Jex was full of empty promises, agreeing readily but never following through. After a phone call with Fiona, Jessica felt she couldn’t wait passively any longer and needed to take action herself. She also needed to reconnect with Bella. Previously, Bella was just an ordinary employee like her. Although her husband was powerful, he might not interfere with company matters. But now, things were different. Bella’s novel was being adapted into a TV series, so Jessica naturally came to leverage her connections for a role.

Lucas turned his head to look at Jessica. Although she had a smile on her face as she spoke, her eyes were cold and distant. It was clear that she had no intention of exchanging any more words with him. After saying her piece, she walked straight over to Bailey, pulling a piece of paper from her bag. “Miss Wade, I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a public clarification, is it?” Bailey glanced at the paper, and seeing no other option, she quickly nodded. “I’ll post it.”

Another, horrifyingly, had both. I picked one up, read the title, and groaned. LUNA’S BARGAIN: FATED TO THE ALPHA. “Bailey,” I said carefully, “why are all of these?” “Masterpieces,” she finished. “Questionable,” I countered. Bailey waved her hand. “You’re going to love them.” “I like romance,” I said. “Not… paranormal wolf erotica.” Bailey’s eyes glittered. “That’s what you think.” Before I could respond, she tilted her head slightly, just slightly and her gaze drifted toward my front door like she’d heard something. I frowned. “What?”