Jessica Bravura Novels & Stories

The man's voice lashed out, his grip on Jessica's hair sending a shockwave of pain reverberating through her body. Flames danced in Jessica's eyes, fueled by a mix of anger and a hidden well of sorrow. "What's so special about being a female Alpha? And honestly, what does it matter? I've been rejected, cast aside without a pack," she shot back, her words infused with a fiery defiance that barely masked the hurt beneath.

I had done a lot of terrible things in my life—enough to think the Moon Goddess would never favor me with a mate. But Jessica? She was more than I ever could have asked for. “Why did you do it?” Jessica asked, her soft voice taking on a different edge. Beatrice didn’t answer. Jessica’s smile widened, and she let out a low chuckle. “I’ll ask one more time, Beatrice,” she said, taking another step forward. “Why did you do it?” Beatrice’s lips parted, but no words came out. Jessica didn’t wait anymore. In one swift move, her hand shot out and wrapped around Beatrice’s throat, her grip tightening.

Yet, as she gazed up at Lucas, a lingering fear gnawed at her—a fear of the feral urges she had unleashed Amidst the lingering echoes of moonlit surrender, Jessica found herself ensnared in the aftermath—a tapestry of vulnerability woven into the cool kitchen floor. The entanglement with Lucas, her alpha and confidant, had unveiled realms of desire she hadn't fathomed. As she struggled to disentangle limbs and emotions, a realisation gripped her—a transformation not just physical but existential.

“That’s my assessment as well.” Silence fell, heavy and deliberate. It was Jessica who broke it. “That little wolf.....El -” she said softly. “Cora.” My wolf bristled instantly. “She’s… different,” Jessica continued carefully. “Strong in ways that don’t align with her history. Instinctive. Her presence is impossible to ignore.” Leon’s jaw tightened. I didn’t bother deflecting. “She came to Frostbite injured. Running from rogues. Alone. She said she had nowhere else to go.”

A sharp intake of breath from the other side of the room yanked us apart. Jessica was in the main entry, which Thorne had neglected to watch. How had she broken free? Her hair was a bit messy, her eyes gleaming with a victorious, toxic glow. She gripped no blade. Her grin was her weapon. "Well," she drawled, her eyes darting from my heated cheeks to Lucas's claiming pose. "Isn't this an intriguing twist? The human mate, making her rounds with the Blackwell brothers. And on an evening like this. How... ambitious."

“Yeah, nothing a little tweaking of the brakes couldn't fix. — You're a monster, you killed them both to be with him, but he didn't want her as you imagined and he even married me. “Yes, I had to put up with the others and you, but look where you are now. She says that, and starts to approach me, puts her hand on the ribs and takes out a knife. "What are you going to do, Jessica?" “What I couldn't do before, now that you're tied up, it will be easier to disfigure that body of yours. "Don't come near me you crazy person." “Crazy, I'm not.

The servants could have them. The old Jessica was an Omega who hid from people and always sought validation before living her life. But now, this Jessica, in Sylvia's body, exuded a "fuck everyone" aura with a majestic appearance that made my haters shrink away. I boldly made my appearance in the media, where people from all over the world paid just to get a glimpse of me.

Alpha Braxton growled. I bent my neck in submission. "Please forgive me, I meant no disrespect, I just think that it would keep us from having to repeat this and, besides, we really need Christian! He is our best tracker, he is related to her and we really, really need all the advantages that we can get! Especially if she is as powerful as Jasper thinks she is!" I looked into my Alpha's eyes as I said what else I had to say, he needed to know that we all had his back. "Alpha... Brax, if your suspicions are correct, then your natural instincts may very well scare her! She needs the gentle approach, not the caveman approach. Remember that she may have been through some traumatizing events. I w

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

A familiar figure rose from the bench the moment she entered, her movements jerky and uncertain. "...Avery!" Jessica turned to face her. Avery blinked, almost not recognizing her. Was this really the same Jessica Winster? The proud heiress who always wore that sharp, knowing smile, who looked at the world with cool amusement, was now disheveled and broken. Her hair was unkempt, her eyes red and swollen, her face pale as paper. Dark circles ringed her eyes, evidence of sleepless nights. "Avery, please help me..." Jessica stepped forward, forcing her back straight, trying to maintain the remnants of aristocratic dignity—but her trembling fingers betrayed her, twisting together like wounded bir