Jessica Bravura Novels & Stories

'Ok, what do we know?' I ask my men as they sit around our meeting table. Rory opens his laptop and shows the Bratva Principessa walking into the Houston Animal Centre wearing tight jeans and a backpack. She looks very young, with her stunning blonde hair tied up in a high ponytail and no make-up. 'She's doing her Intern Credit here at the Centre. Been attending for a week, and she'll be there for another three. If you want to take her, this is going to make it easy; she has two guards, and they are keeping it very low-key.'

"The oath has been broken, and our original judgment stands ..." Maria stiffens and reaches for my hand. "No," she whispers, "I can't lose everything I love. I won't." She looks at me, her eyes wide and desperate for reassurance. "Mikhail ... no." Behind us the doors burst open, and Zhanna strides in, flanked by several women of the Bratva. Paige Barinov, Natasha Chuikov, Sonia Karamazov, and my own sister, Larissa. The men fall silent as the women make their way toward the table.

This Jessa… is different. Her hair falls in soft, glossy waves around her face, framing her warm brown eyes. She’s wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugs her curves just enough to show them off without trying too hard. There’s a hint of color on her lips, a touch of shimmer on her cheeks. She looks… breathtaking. Like someone completely new. My throat goes dry, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. ⸻ Whispers ripple through the crowd. “Is that Jessa Lombardi?”

Adrian turned around and signalled his guards lazily. “Let her go.” The men obeyed instantly. Jessica stumbled forward as their grip loosened. Her arms throbbed where their fingers had dug into her skin.She rubbed her wrists,trying to steady herself.Her eyes moved between the two brothers in confusion. “What truth are you talking about ?”Neither of them answered.Adrian studied her face as if searching for something hidden beneath the surface.John stepped forward. “Jessica there’s nothing to worry about he likes to mess with people’s heads sometimes.” “For…For…Forget about it.” Jessica turned to him sharply. “No.”

Darla’s pov I take a step back. Just one. But it feels like I’m stepping out of my own body, like the ground beneath me isn’t real anymore. Like the whole world just tilted sideways, and I’m the only one who noticed. My brain—God, my brain is a mess. Thoughts crash into each other, sparks flying, static buzzing, like a million tiny fireworks set off all at once. It’s too much. It’s too fast. I can’t think, I can’t breathe.

Evan took a few steps forward then pulled the broken glass from Jessica's hand roughly. "Don't try to kill my baby! Go home now!" Evan pulled Jessica's naked body. Jessica, who was pulled by her hand, was in pain and shedding tears. Jessica only used a Motel blanket when Evan forced her out of the Motel so many people saw her. "Oh my God, isn't she the woman in this video?" Jessica turned her head when the three women she passed were talking about her. " Ghosh! she's an artist but her behavior is like this"

“Bring her back as a human, Queen Marasela. What matters is that she’s alive. Or bring her back as a mermaid but erase Lucas from her heart and mind. I know you can do that! Please, I’m begging you!” Jessa’s voice wavered, her emotions raw and barely contained. Despite the tremble, there was an undeniable urgency that undercut the vulnerability. Each word she spoke seemed to carry the weight of a thousand unspoken fears, a desperate plea that transcended her own suffering. Her eyes, wide and pleading, locked onto Queen Marasela with a fierce intensity that left no room for doubt. This was not just a request—it was a demand born from a friendship so deep that it threatened to consume her.

“Jessica, you were not supposed to hear that, your body is trying to protect you against fear and shock. You shouldn’t be pushing yourself in anyway, we don’t know how your body react to it. Your mind is already trying to cope with everything, if you push it, you will regret it. “Come on doc, if I already know they exist what’s the harm in seeing one, I just heard everything and look I’m fine. I am shocked, honestly, yes, but this is the coolest thing ever not the scariest thing. Come on, you’re telling me if you were in my shoes, you would be curious either.” Jess said, everyone realized quickly how this Jessica was different to old Jessica. She didn’t hold back. That much was clear. All ey

Jessica was not really herself. The sudden burst of power she experienced was even far beyond her comprehension. She was dazed and confused and most importantly, she was powerful. Jessica had single-handedly killed all the pack guards left behind by Alpha Landon and that was not all, she was advancing on her friend with murderous intent.

Jessica rejection still hunt me, despite in pains she still had the courage to reject me, no one had ever dared to stand up to me. Upon all women I had rejected, no one was as brave as Jessica. No one had so much courage or power in them just as Jessica, no one. The worst they could do was to cry and turn away, either to find a place to commit suicide or cry their way to death. I had never cared then, I never care to know how it felt to be rejected. All I knew was that I never wanted a woman to be by my side, not as a Luna nor as a mate, but the moon goddess herself has specially found someone as fearless as me, bold enough to challenge me. Should I call it a curse or what?. I ruffled my hai