Jessica Carter Author Novels & Stories

Jessica continued, "And tell Theodore Dawson to quit his little games. I'm not falling for them anymore." Hearing that, my heart went completely cold. So Jessica had been reborn too. But why would she think I made all this up? In our previous life, she saw with her own eyes how those intruders tortured me and Mom. Why was she so indifferent this time around? Was it because of Wilson Carter? Or just because of that careless remark of "Theodore did this on purpose"?

"I want you to not move a leg from this place. If you do, you better be heading back to your house." "Well Ms. White. You might be stubborn but I'm not also someone who listens to orders. I'm coming with you." She had insisted so much that Jessica did let her ride with her. They arrived the place as she had been directed and immediately, Jessica tapped Vivana by the tip of her neck making her go unconscious. "You don't have to always act smart with me Ms. Carter. She walked out of the car staging her gun just inside her duty belt. Walking briskly as her eyes kept looking around for any signals.

Silence filled the penthouse. Then she whispered to herself, “Damn… I really need to be careful with that one.” She pressed a hand to her stomach. “Why is my heart beating fast? And… butterflies? Seriously?” JESSICA PENTHOUSE ~ NEW YORK Jessica opened her mouth then shut it. Her hands trembled. Katherina continued, calm and deadly “You want a courtroom? Fine. We’ll go. And I’ll bring every piece of proof you prayed no one would ever find. Every debt. Every fake job. Every scam. Every lie.”

Jessica froze, then turned to the scribe, Kirk, and shouted angrily, "Don't write that! I'm being coerced into a confession! I didn't kill Camille!" But Kirk ignored her and continued writing. Jessica sprang to her feet, rushing over to snatch the paper. Michael stood in her way, forcing her to retreat a few steps. "If you don't cooperate, I'll have to take you back to the Supreme Court and let the officials there question you, Lady Jessica," Carissa said coolly.

The untouched documents still covered his desk. Emails remained unanswered because every time he tried to focus, Jessica's words dragged him back to the night before. "If you cared about me... you would've trusted me." He closed his eyes. He opened the same document three times and read the same line without understanding a single word. For years, Michael Carter had survived by keeping everything locked away. His fears. His weaknesses. His truths. But Jessica wasn't his enemy.She was his wife. And somehow, she was the one person he kept pushing away while trying to protect her.

I wasn't a moon goddess anymore. I was just Jessica—the girl who had been sold for gambling debts, now covered in the mud of a world that wanted to consume her. Jax didn't stop. He didn't even look down at me. His grip on my thighs and back tightened until it was borderline painful, his leather bracers biting into my skin. "Thorne’s trackers have ears like bats, Jessica. Every word you speak is a beacon. You talk, we die. And I don't plan on dying in a hole because you’re feeling stubborn."

My possessiveness took over, I wanted to mark her and make her mine. Mark her I resisted my wolf, stood up and left to take a shower in the next room. JESSICA After he left, I breathed a sign of relief. “ Though I was kidnapped by him, my plan for revenge has just begun” she thought in her head. I went to take a shower and rest for the night. “ Tomorrow will be a good day” I said Next morning I heard a knock on the door, I opened my eyes and asked “ Who is there?” I heard a soft voice behind the door.

No script. Jessica sat with her hands in her lap. A woman named kara, the host, smiled warmly. "Just speak from your heart", she said gently. "People will feel that". Jessica nodded. But when the camera light blinked red, her throat locked. Kara asked the first question. "Jessica, the world knows you as Romeo Blackwood's wife. But who were you before all this?" Jessica took a shaky breath. "I was a girl with big dreams and small chances. My mother died when i was thirteen. My father..... wasn't someone i could count on".

It was a look of pure exposure. Carter stared at her, a wicked, triumphant smile crossing his lips. He’d been bluffing, just trying to get a rise out of her, but the way her breath hitched…the way she didn't deny it…told him everything. "Holy shit," he laughed, a dark, victorious sound. "You have, haven't you? You've been thinking about my cock in your little pussy." "No... Carter, stop..." Jessie pleaded, her eyes fluttering shut as his hand began to dip into the waistband of her loose shorts.

he is cut short by Jessica who appears in front of us with arms crossed over her chest, her eyes turning into slit as they narrow down to where his hands are clutching mine. “Did you humiliate me because of this thing!,” she snaps, her voice coated in venom causing me to flinch. Jack rolls his eyes in annoyance, his shoulders flexing as though he didn't have the patience to deal with her. “Get out for my way Jessica,” he grinds out, ignoring her question while I stand there in confusion as to why Jack Carter would talk to me or so much as give me the time of day. “Look at me Jack, I'm better than her!,” she cries, stomping her feet on the grass, causing a few heads to turn out way.