Jessica Bravura 소설 & 이야기

And once doubt entered the mind, control becomes easy. Jake still hadn't learned that. He ruled with force, pressure, obsession and possession. Everything about him was intense and that was why Jessica ran from him in the first place. I picked up my glass and took a slow sip, my thoughts drifting back to the look in her eyes the day I met her in Jake's suite. She was angry, guarded and wounded, but beneath all that fire was exhaustion. Jessica Wilson was tired and tired people always searched for peace eventually, and that was where I come in.

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.

Sasha I couldn’t stop the wide grin of excitement that stretched on my face. What else but fate could explain the possibility of seeing Josephine at my underground fight arena? It was a hobby of mine to dabble into fights that were arranged for specific nights to recruit more men into the Bratva. I went a little carried away during the fight and might have gone too far with the beating. Seeing Josephine in the midst of the crowd felt like a breath of fresh air, she brought me back to my senses but she ran away too quickly.

Chris and Sarah were looking at her as well. Jessica's voice was cold as she spoke, raising her eyes to the same level as her husband's, she continued. "I am a person of my own, I can speak, walk, jump, I can do anything! I am a person with no disabilities mentally and physically so what makes you think that my brain is a toy and my mouth is just for decoration?" Her thin and perfectly shaped brow arched sharply.

Her mother’s light flared, but Veyra’s fire consumed it, her scream echoing as Lyssia’s hands seized Jessica’s heart, her reflection’s voice a taunt: “You’ll betray them all.” The abyss roared, the cursed star’s pulse consuming all. Jessica reached the loom, her body trembling, tears flooding her face. “We’re unbroken!” she screamed, weaving their truth against the curse. The hydra shrieked, its forms fracturing, but Lyssia’s grip tightened, her power unmaking the nexus. A new shadow rose, not a weaver, but her own brother, long lost, his eyes hollow, his voice a chilling vow: “You left me to die, Jessica. Now they’ll suffer.”

“Are you cursing yourself?“ Jessica looked straight into her mother in law eyes, her eyes cold and hard. “I am cursed.“ “Kiara was so unfortunate, she had everything she had worked taken by you. I'd rather be cursed than have her blessing.“ “She didn't just go poof. I made her.“ She stated very clearly. Luna Avery lost as confusion was played on her face. “What are you saying, Jessica?“ She sniffed at her. “You are drunk.“ “But my words aren't. “ She stood from the floor. “Kiara still owns this place even if she is not here. I am not this pack's Luna she is, but I never stopped trying to claim and take everything from her.“ “Are you remorseful?“ Jessica giggled before she collapsed on the be

Jessica gave her a small fake smile. "I'm aware of this already, Grandma. Don't worry. I'm gonna work for the dangerous red bull Aka Mr. Arrogant Monkey. So it's obvious that my day will be tough." Jessica said, rolling her eyes. "By the way, I'm Jessie. I'm not afraid of anyone. I'm capable of handling this type of matter." Jessica said with style flipping her high ponytail that was on her shoulder. "It's not new to me. I'm used to this situation. Because my life was never easy." Jessica said and Grandma smiled at her.

I unconsciously looked at the mansion once more. "It's been a bit rude for me to not introduce myself to you by name. My name is Lucas Alexander and I am the butler of this place, and what's your name?" "My name is Emma Iowa, and my daughter's name is Vivian Helen." “Vivian Helen, Emma Lowa? The names are beautiful. But it feels familiar, I seem to have heard it somewhere.” We looked at each other, then got a little confused. “The names of me and my daughter are just common. So it's not unusual for him to feel familiar."

That sex kitten knew what she was doing, enticing me to check out her generous tits. Fuck. She was seared into my mind. It wasn't only her beauty. More than anything, it was her spirit, her attitude. Bratva women weren't supposed to speak up, to act out, or to argue. Yet, she had, and that fight turned me on.

A woman like Jessica, who thought she had won, wouldn't miss the chance to see her ‘rival’ suffer. I heard footsteps on the gravel before I saw her. Jessica appeared from around the bend in the path, carrying Elara on her hip. She was wearing a simple but elegant summer dress—too elegant for a casual morning meeting. Her hair was perfectly braided, her makeup flawless. She had come for the show. “Luna Seraphina,” she said with a smile that didn't reach her eyes. “Thank you for inviting me. This place is beautiful.” “Sit down, Jessica,” I said neutrally, pointing to the bench across from me.