Jessica Bailey Novels & Stories

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!?”

Alpha Syd is a side-story of Scars. “I was reborn the heartless demon wolf, Syd Vicious. I became a nightmare, an urban legend, folklore, a monster.” The only daughter of the fallen White Ridge Pack’s Beta, Sydney Eld, was forever changed on the “Night of Raids.” Losing the last of her family and fighting against her own pack. Her natural wiry flame-red hair and amber eyes leave others shaken with fear. It’s no wonder the goddess has chosen Sydney to take over as Alpha since she has proven again and again to fight for what is right and will not let anyone stand in her way. She is not without opposition, as pack elders are not thrilled with the prospect of a female Alpha. She also has to

Barry POV She was gone. Without a fucking trace. I’ve been searching, calling, texting, and sending private messages on social media. That stupid bitch, Jessica, just had to come over that night. She was frantic all day, knowing I was moving forward with Missy since I told her I wouldn't need her anymore after Missy finally started opening up her legs. I decided to commit to her and her only. When Missy lied saying she couldn’t come over, claiming she was sick, I slipped again and texted Jessica back after ignoring her pleas all day.

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."

Vincent raised his eyes from his laptop, “One of the girls at the COO office?” “Yes, a contractor. She used to be an air stewardess.” “How do you even know that?” “From casual chats. She sometimes asks me for Excel tips ever since I helped her once. I wonder why she couldn’t just g****e it. Wait…you think your father’s Daisy perfume smell on that day came from…her?” “Just to be cautious and comprehensive. It’s not impossible.” Vincent said, “What’s her name?” “Jessica. Jessica Bautista.” Knowing what Vincent was suspecting, Melainy also took out her phone and searched Jessica on LinkedIn.

she said eyeing him. I like forgetting the part that we are sex slaves .Mr B who I have never met is the owner of this building he claims is an orphanage so that he can avoid the government.Once in a year they come and we have to lie to them about our well being sometimes i just feel like screaming out everything to their face ,I know it isn't going to end well. "What up girl I heard Theressa has been bought."Kate said in a whisper . That's what happen here the girls are bought for sex service and sometimes they return them when they are tired of using them.Just like me the man that bought me was an old man me got tired of me fighting him so he returned me .

Alice motioned with her hands and said, “No, I am not going. You can go there on behalf of me.” “OK.” After calling one of her colleagues, Rita said to the driver, “Sir, please stop at the next intersection. I will take a taxi there. Will you please take Miss Brown home?” Later on, as they passed through a downtown mall, Alice noticed a large LED advertising the Dream High Group. ‘Jessica had been appointed as the group’s spokesperson. She was dressed in a pure white silk gown and appeared very innocent in the photograph. But Alice was well aware that Jessica was no innocent woman at all. She had harmed Max several times in recent years and nearly killed him.’

Tonight, however, she needed to go to the club to track someone down, and having a membership card made the task easier. Hannah, sensing the teasing tone in Jessica’s voice, felt a bit embarrassed and quickly changed the subject. “Why are you suddenly heading to the Moon Club?” Jessica raised an eyebrow. “To find someone.” “Who?” Hannah was curious. “Bailey Wade.” Hannah frowned. “Isn’t she one of Olivia’s friends? Why are you looking for her?” Jessica scoffed. “She used me to do her dirty work. What do you think I’m going to do?”

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.