Novel & Cerita Jessica Carter Author

We have to take what we desire and break the jinx else others will take us for a ride. Jessica has always been viewed as the star of whatever occasion she graces. The daughter of a multi billionaire couple before their death. Now it's passed down to her, every single penny her filthy rich parents ever earned in stocks, properties, monetary. She had it all but one thing she desperately needed in her life- Her own man.

Before she could ask, Jasper’d smiled and said, “I’m a little psychic. It comes and goes, and I can’t control what I see so it’s worthless.” “Not worthless,” she’d assured him. “You just need to learn how to harness it.” “Perhaps,” he’d said with a slight shrug, “but I have more pressing matters at the moment.” “I can contact the coven through the web,” she’d offered, “but you’ll still have to find a way to get me out of here without a bodyguard.”

She pressed her fingers against her temples, trying to steady her breathing. Then suddenly, she stood. Hard. Her chair scraped sharply against the floor. “Or…” Jessica’s eyes narrowed dangerously. “You’re the stupid, delusional bitch who’s trying to cause trouble.” Carmen’s eyes flew open, her face freezing like a goat that just heard thunder for the first time. “W-what? Me?” Carmen shot up to her feet too, stunned. “What do you mean? I’m only trying to help you!” “Help me?” Jessica scoffed loudly. “No, bitch. You’re trying to stir up drama. Who sent you? Are you working for a media team? Trying to spread fake news?!” Her voice was rising, sharp enough to slice glass.

I meet his thrusts as his tongue plays with mine. We had finally crashed after a few rounds of sex. I felt exhausted curled up in Jake’s arms, as my eyes fluttered closed waiting for sleep to take me. My call with Carter echoed in my mind. My eyes snapped open all traces of sleep gone, it was already late or early depending on how you wanted to read it. Jake would be up soon to get ready for work, meaning I really, really needed to get to sleep. All I could think of though was the fear that despite everything Carter was going to succeed. Somehow, he had set his goal on me. in some twisted game of his where I was his prize. The thought of him touching me made my skin itch, nothing in comparis

she said pointedly. Touché. “Fair,” I muttered, sipping my milk. “But I just don’t want you getting hurt.” She smiled, soft but confident. “He’s not like that. Not anymore.” I wanted to argue — to remind her that Noah Carter was basically a walking magnet for trouble — but before I could say anything, a car horn honked outside. Mariah. Right on schedule. “Okay, that’s my ride,” Jessa said, grabbing her backpack. “Wait—” I started, but she was already at the door.

Banners hanging from nearby buildings. Jess found them a spot near the front, pushing through like it was nothing. “How do you do that?” Maya asked as they settled on the grass. “Do what?” “Move through people like they’re not there.” Jess shrugged. “I pretend we’re all in a crowded mall and everyone’s trying to sell me something I don’t want. Gives me the right energy.” “That’s actually smart.” “I know. Full of wisdom.” Jess tilted her face toward the sun. “You should write my biography someday. ‘Jessica Harper: A Legacy of Occasional Genius.’”

She showed up at my office. No appointment. No warning. Just Lila. Jessica called through at two fifteen on a Thursday afternoon, eleven days before the press conference, with the carefully neutral voice she used for situations that were unusual and potentially difficult and that she had decided to report without editorial because editorial was not her job and she understood this. "There is a Ms. Carter in the lobby," she said. "She does not have an appointment. She says it is personal."

I pointed at Jessica to state my point. But she didn't look like one that cared. She just rolled her eyes at me, yawning out. What a bitch. Why won't I dump her annoying ass? "Oh please, I've heard that story like a thousand times," Jessica said, settling her eyes on me with an arc across her lips. "You claim Carla is so pure, yet you are still trying to get into the skirt of another lady. Isn't that right, Mr Committed?" She mocked me, letting out a giggle.

“Then the defendants returned, they attacked, and she ended up with her life on the line. No matter the measures I took to try and protect her, her life was still on the line. I stayed by her side every day she was in hospital. I offered a roof over her head while her house was a crime scene. I gave her safety in a world that had broken her. We grew close. Then I misunderstood something, and I lashed out and hurt her in the worst possible way.” “How did you hurt her Mr. Carter?” “I had a one-night stand while she was in the next room. I knew she had feelings for me, but I thought she was leaving so I came home with another woman. It was the worst mistake of my life. I pushed her away. I hurt

They were pieces on his chessboard, working day and night so Carter Automotive Hub could dominate every road, every showroom, every glossy magazine cover. “Good afternoon, Mr. Carter,” a chorus of voices rang as I crossed the lobby. I nodded at them. “Good afternoon, Jeremy.” I knew who that was before I looked. It was Tessa, a two-year old recruit who had severally tried to communicate her feelings for me before—through numerous eye contacts, exaggerated warmth thrown my way during past meetings, and worse, she had written a letter and tucked it into my jacket’s pocket before. She was brave, I gave her that.