Jessica Bailey Author Novels & Stories

"Oh this... I just gave the book to my sister to know if she can be able to use it to develop her powers as well" Bailey replied to Rachel as she steps close to Rachel and stand besides her as she continues looking at her sister. "Come on Bailey, the book was not made for her, it was made for only you instead" "So it wouldn't work for her" Rachel advised Bailey. And she was about to say something when Rachel interrupted again. "Anyways... You are really needed right now at Josephine office, it is an emergency" Rachel said to Bailey. "Is everything alright?" Bailey asked following the hurry look on Rachel's face.

And the resiliency of her spirit. Ksenia pointed to Jessa. Jessa sighed. "I'm Jessa. Wickedly good with a scalpel and sewing people back up. Pregnant, I get to sit at home and help with information inter- and extrapolation. I'm a good critical thinker-when I'm not overrun with baby hormones. And I'm always good for a joke."

"What kind of work are you doing now?" Jessica replied, "I'm a ballet dancer, but I don't want to dance anymore. I want to join Brewer Enterprise. Is that okay?" Wendy sneered inwardly. Jessica was so eager to get into Brewer Enterprise. "You want to work at Brewer Enterprise?" Brittany asked. "I do! You're the CEO, and I've heard so much about you. Everyone says you're a powerful businesswoman. I want to join Brewer Enterprise and learn from you. Someday, I want to be independent and strong like you," Jessica said sweetly.

Maybe during his time in Bali, she thought that she wouldn't sleep with Lexi. Jessica's hand reached out and grabbed her phone and immediately opened a message from Chelsea. Chelsea: [Beryl still wants to meet you. ] Jessica: [I can't, I've been in Bali! This is my first time going to Bali. I want to have fun here. I'll show you my picture on the beach later. ]

“Just once… let me watch you while you write.” Jessica managed a faint smile. “I don’t have plans to start a new book yet. I just finished Red Thorn, and I think my mind deserves a little rest…” She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting forward as if she were seeing something only she could envision. “…But I think I already know what kind of story I’ll write next.” “Really!? What kind of book?” Jerome asked, his voice brimming with excitement. Jessica fell into deep thought before speaking. “I think it’s time I write about something more real…stories grounded in truth. My next book will be inspired by actual experiences.”

Lucas went white. Elena was not kind. She was hard to like. She had hurt people with words and plans. I did not love her. We fought once. She tried to take things I wanted. She had hurt me before. I will not say Elena was a saint. She was not. Still,she was not a thing to be snuffed out by a proud woman’s hand. Bailey sat on a crate like she sat in a chair at a feast. She crossed her legs and looked at us like students. “And what will you do about it?” she asked. “Who will you tell? Who will you cry to? Who will save you now?”

Perhaps that was the real reason why her body had reacted that way towards his — knowing fully well that he was her boss and she was not supposed to date coworker let alone the man who paid her to work. Ella turned her gaze back to her father who was still talking about his work at the hospital. Even though her eyes were on him, her mind wandered elsewhere, wondering where the man with eyes as beautiful as the ocean and the hair as dark as the night was right now and what he was doing. * * * Dear Gentle Readers, if you would like to learn more about Jessica Williams, you can read "The Bad Nerd Boy" — a story about Javier's niece, Autumn Summers. The book is already completed and only availab

I demand to know, feeling uneasy with what they’re cooking up. “You need someone to remind you how great sex can be but not someone you get attached to,” Tess explains, locking her sights on a target. “That guy would be perfect.” “No!” I protest. “Why not? He’s gorgeous” Bailey says, swiping her tongue across her top lip and eyeing off her potential victim.

Banners hanging from nearby buildings. Jess found them a spot near the front, pushing through like it was nothing. “How do you do that?” Maya asked as they settled on the grass. “Do what?” “Move through people like they’re not there.” Jess shrugged. “I pretend we’re all in a crowded mall and everyone’s trying to sell me something I don’t want. Gives me the right energy.” “That’s actually smart.” “I know. Full of wisdom.” Jess tilted her face toward the sun. “You should write my biography someday. ‘Jessica Harper: A Legacy of Occasional Genius.’”