Jessica Carrillo Age Novels & Stories

"Would you like to say hi to Callista?" "Excuse me?" I immediately looked around to the side, and there I saw him. The asshole, leaning towards his car and looking at Calli, waved. "I wanna meet her. She's beautiful, especially if she's not wearing any clothes." "Damn you, Trace! I'm on my way to Agrianthropos City." I heard his loud laugh. I suddenly hated hearing it. "Callista Sandoval. Twenty-three years old–” "What do you need?" I cut him off from what he had to say. Damn!

Jessica was embarrassed and confused, she stared around and then sighed in relief seeing that no one was present. This made her want Luca so badly, now the only scene playing in her mind was his touch and also his hoarse voice that penetrated through her eardrums. She was already wet and needed to be pleasured right now, then she heard footsteps slowly approach her. “That was embarrassing,” Carlo said as he laughed, he had also followed Luca as he wanted to apologize for stealing from him but instead he came to this scene. Jessica frowned and turned to leave when Carlo held her hands “I am no Luka, no mafia lord but I am young. How about some fun?” he asked and Jessica frowned before pushing

I asked. "Seventeen". She responded with her face still bent low. She seems smart, one year different from my age. "I am Jessica and I am eighteen years old". I introduced just to make her feel comfortable around me. "You should seat down on the bed and eat". I said as I stood up and gave her a space to seat. She shook her negatively," I am sorry my lady, I can't". Keya said. "Are you going to reject the Luna offer?". I asked, even though I wasn't sure if I'm the really the Luna.

Christian nods as he opens the paperwork and starts to look at what Carleton has collected so far. “Anything else we should know about?” I ask Carleton. He shakes his head, “Just that I will go insane if Jessica does not have our pup soon. She was not this mean when she was carrying CJ,” he replies. I smile as Josh chimes in, “You got that right. I do not know why they are in a hurry to go through childbirth again. It was hard to watch the first time feeling helpless. I am not looking forward to that again,” he says with a shiver.

That same night, he happened to intervene in Lyla's situation and encountered Jessica. Initially, Carlo's instincts had told him to eliminate Jessica too, to leave no loose ends. But Lyla’s insistence that Jessica face a fair punishment swayed him. He had scoffed at her naive kindness, but for reasons he couldn’t quite explain, he found it impossible to refuse her. He had called Hudson to set up a trap, ensuring Jessica would face justice for shooting the thug. Carlo had further plans to ensure Jessica stayed behind bars for good. But the unforeseen chaos that followed his sudden exile forced him to flee the country, leaving him unable to protect Lyla or follow through on Jessica's punishmen

Jackson company was her last hope because it was the fifteenth company she applied to and the other fourteen companies have rejected her. She shifted the chair back a little and placed her head on the table with her head touching the laptop keyboard. When Carissa was twelve, she won a scholarship from an unknown organization and they sponsored her throughout her education years. After she graduated from the most expensive university in New York as the best mass communication student of the year, the organisation secured her a job in Spain and she moved to Spain.

Jessica replied, trying to keep her voice low. “I got some connections from an old friend. So I need you to be here as early as possible. We have to visit some local areas.” Mr Antonio said. Jessica sensed the excitement in his tone as he briefed her about the new connections and ideas he got from an old friend who was once a governor in Illinois. And she listened attentively to his words. Jessica Campbell, a tall, leggy and strikingly beautiful twenty five years old woman. She happens to be the campaign manager of Mr Antonio.

Cara had very little luck as well as interest in that department. Jessica was tall and slender with long blonde hair that waved naturally down her back. She had an olive complexion which complimented her deep hazel eyes and long feathery eyelashes. Being five foot ten without heels meant she was one of the tallest in her year. Her friend Cara had always been small, at five foot two and never known to have a growth spurt, thus giving Cara the nickname Shorty. Cara was tiny in frame and voice. With her mousy blonde hair that curled and frizzed all over the place. Taking Cara at least two hours in a morning before school to make herself decent. She had bright blue eyes that magnified her bronze

Then, with a small awkward bow: “I’m Jessa.” Her voice was light, almost musical despite the starkness of the hall. She was about my age - maybe a year older - nineteen. She had soft brown hair tied back with a fraying ribbon, clothes worn but clean, and sturdy work shoes that looked like they’d survived years of labour. There was something tired in her eyes… …but something hopeful, too. “I’m supposed to help you today,” she continued, shifting the basket in her hands. “Show you the quarters, the hall, and… um… anything else you need.”

Carla got a date with a woman—she was not happy about that. "And here is Brianna Timberlake, age, 24. Brianna is not single, but if you still want to spend some time with her, then feel free to bid. Bidding for my beautiful friend starts at two thousand." I said. I ran my eyes through the crowd to find Jacky staring at her with mouth wide open. He came with his manager and she was laughing as she watched his face.