Novel & Cerita Jessica Bailey Author

Daisy's voice. You deserve something beautiful. Jessica closed her eyes. For a moment she saw the farmhouse. Her father laughing in the kitchen. The oak tree. The swing. The little girl she'd once been. The girl who believed the world was bigger than fear. When had she stopped believing that? Slowly, Jessica lowered the pen to the paper. Then began to write. Just one sentence. Nothing dramatic. Nothing perfect. Just enough. A beginning. And for the first time in years, Jessica Jane wasn't writing about survival.

GABE A knock on the door had me pulling from my thoughts and it was welcoming. I needed a distraction. Thinking about the past always grated at my nerves building up the anger that always simmered on the surface. “Doors open” I called out, not bothering to move from my horizontal position. “Alpha, Jamerson said you wanted to see me?” The sweet voice carried through the stark and drab apartment. The owner of the voice, Bailey, walked around the other side of the couch and now stood before me in a short black skirt and dark grey tank top. Her feet were clad with heels at least 4 inches high, giving the petite raven-haired beauty some height.

“Why? Why would you do that? Isn’t that a death sentence for all of us?” “I don’t think so,” I said. “I trust them. Shaun is a great leader and I trust myself . . . And you.” A knock at the door stopped our conversation and I nodded at Peter. He went to open the door and there stood Bailey. She had her fighting suit on, which was a fitted silver material. Her hair was long and platinum blonde. Her eyes, however, were as dark as the night sky. She nodded at Peter and followed him inside.

I saw Grace mix different leaves as she kept mumbling chants under her breath before she applied them to his gash. The door opened and Rhazien stepped in. "Where is Bailey?" I asked. "Passed out on the couch. I've told two wolves to keep watch," he replied distractedly as he eyed Jessica, his eyes blood red. "Step aside," he ordered Tessa, who scrambled to move away. He knelt in front of Jessica and bit his wrist and put it in front of her mouth. "Drink," he whispered, his voice unnaturally soft. Jessica looked up at him with hazy eyes and did as he said, without complaint!

“And I can help you with that.” I looked up at her. “How?” Jessica reached into her bag and pulled out a book, the leather cover is faded and old. “After Yara hid me in the temple, I found this in the High Priestess’s chambers. I took it with me when I ran because I thought it might be important.” She handed it to me and I opened it carefully, seeing pages covered in a handwriting I don’t understand. “What is it?” “It’s your mother’s book” Jessica said. “It covers everything you need to know. Your mother would have used this when she was learning, and it should work for you too since you have her bloodline.”

And I certainly was, but hey I’m a people person. Well, mostly females. After thumbing through way too many stuffy attorney profiles I finally found it. Intern … I called it. Bailey Kline. Bailey … oh that’s fucking hot. I read her profile and licked my lips. “Bailey is a sophomore at Cal State, majoring in communications. She joins our team under the supervision of her uncle and founding partner Gregory Kline. She enjoys reading and spending time with her family, especially her mom to whom she is very close.”

Jessica and Alice retreated to the door as they pretended to fight with each other. Jessica remembered that Alice had said this place was owned by one of her friends, so she pinned her hope on Alice, believing she could open the door. But suddenly, Jessica’s waist was grabbed by Mr. Weston from behind. "Miss Bailey, I’d like to apologize on behalf of Jessica. Please wash the clothes yourself. Jessica can't go! She must stay!" "Miss Bailey, though you came here uninvited, if you don’t want to go, we can have fun together!"

This was the first day of the new life of the new and improved Jessica Harris. ******************************THE END************************************* I WOULD APPRECIATE HONEST FEEDBACK FROM THE READERS

“Yes.” Baylee shook her head slowly. Her heart was hammering so hard she felt sick. “No. No, I — I’m not — this is wrong.” Jessica’s eyes softened. “Baylee—” “It’s wrong,” Baylee snapped, tears stinging her eyes. “I’m not a savior. I’m— I’m barely holding together. I’m angry. I’m jealous. I’ve done things I’m not proud of. I’ve hurt people who didn’t deserve it. I’m not—”

Bailey “Jesus Connor, she’s fucking frozen!” Jessica shrieked. “She told me she was going ta call a taxi, not walk home!” Connor’s voice rang out in a mixture of anger and, surprisingly, concern. “And you didn’t even make sure she actually called one!?”