Jessica Chastain Novels & Stories

Damien teases Jessica who pokes him in the side. “I would say no,” Jessica tells him. “Why?” I laugh from the car. “Because I am finishing my education first. My BS will say Jessica Maynard not Fairchild. I want my children to know I was a whole person before I was a wife and mother. But no way am I dating anyone else or letting him date anyone else. Damian Fairchild is mine forever. Rather he likes it or not,” Jessica bats her eyes at Damein who kisses her lips hard.

She had to think positive if she married she would no long have to endure the cruelty of her mother. Cassie sat at the dressing table brushing out her long black wavy hair. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her skin was pale a fine porcelain her eye were a piercing color of ember her features were delicate and refined with her high cheek bones and strong jawline. She stood five foot seven inches tall. She was tall for a woman of her time. She had a perfectly sculpted body that turned many heads when she went to town on the rare occasion with her mother. Marcella was a site of beauty standing only five feet two inches tall. Her skin was the same porcelain color her eyes black as night.

She said, dragging him into the room and shutting the door behind him. She had always seen her older brother as cold and unapproachable, but she was sure glad he had come to her for something like this. "Your first time? What is she like? Who is she?" Jessica asked curiously. "She is a model. Her name is Dalton Lisa," Jessie said reluctantly, hoping that Jessica would keep this piece of information to herself. "You can't tell anyone else about this," Jessie pleaded. " Dalton Lisa ? The Korean model who just recently returned from the states?" Jessica asked excitedly.

Isabella inquired, as she gazed at Audrey as if her eyes could search for answers Audrey didn't know why either but she knew for sure that Jessica knew about Isabella. "Maybe Vincent had warned her against hurting you," Audrey replied, she wasn't sure but she knew for sure Vincent cared about Isabella and the baby and would have made sure to stop whatever was going to cause harm to them. "But who is this lady?" Isabella asked wanting to know if she had come across her anywhere close to Vincent. "Her name is Jessica Myles, she is one top female actresses in the country and is known for her rich background and hot temper," Audrey replied trying her best to explain who Jessica was.

Jessica said sarcastically making Tiana pause. "Of course I don't," she emphasized. Asher snorted," Yea right as if you're not the girl that always played paparazzi because she tots couldn't stop stalking the young Mr Acwulf." " I'm not a stalker," Tiana denied. "Yeah right and I definitely don't fart in my sleep," Jess retorted. "It was like a tiny mind controlling lady Gaga entered her head and couldn't stop singing baba babarashi to her," Jessica snorted oping a can of beans and digging in.

“Call me, big guy. I’ll treat you right. Enjoy the show, fans!” “Skank?” Jessica sputtered. “Where does that little bitch get off calling me a skank?” The video recording started. Grainy, but not terrible quality. The sounds. Oh dear God, the sounds. Sed couldn’t help but get excited watching Jessica with her top down and her skirt up while he plunged into her eager body. And you could definitely tell it was Jessica. Their undetected audience kept zooming in on Jessica’s face. And as if the title, Sedric Lionheart Screws a Harlot Over the Vegas Strip, wasn’t bad enough, the caption at the bottom read, Jessica Chase Orgasm Count, and there was a rolling ticker beside it, currently at 2. When

“Are you planning to move to Florida?” “Oh, no. It’s just that . . . lately I’ve been feeling . . . I don’t know . . . unaccomplished. I have no job or a career like Catherine. Even Constance had a job at Carlyle Enterprises before she married Steven. Now she’s a doting mother who is trying to have another child. Chastity even has a career.” Chastity was Caitlin’s younger sister and Chelsea’s twin. “Chelsea is about to have a baby. It’s like everyone has . . . something. I’m just trying to figure out what my something is. I thought going to Florida for the summer would give me some perspective.” Hector slowly nodded. “I think I understand. And I want you to . . . get perspective on your life

Laughing, Jessica had pushed the chair into its current spot. Jenny retrieved her notebook and pen from the side table drawer and watched as Jessica flounced onto the bed, smoothing her skirts with perfectly manicured hands. Everything about Jessica exuded femininity. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun, with soft tendrils cascading down her well-defined cheeks. Her small, yet inviting figure was tightly bound by a black halter top, with the fabric almost sheer. Her neck was graced with a thin red choker and a small golden heart.

Her phone vibrated. A message from Daisy. How is Emma? Jessica stared at the screen. Then typed a reply. She's alive. She almost added something else. Something honest. Something frightening. Instead she deleted it. Because the truth was becoming harder to admit. Not to Daisy. To herself. Outside, the rain finally began falling. Softly at first. Then harder. The sound echoed against the gallery windows. Jessica remained where she was. Watching the storm. Thinking about Emma. Thinking about Henri. Thinking about Philippe.

“She acts like she’s above everything, like she doesn’t fight for anything. But in reality, she’s secretly taking it all!” Selena gritted her teeth and cast a sharp glance toward Adriana. “What’s so special about her? She dresses like a nun and pretends to be all reserved. Who is she fooling? Oh, she’s just a pretty face! That’s all she has. She’s nowhere near as stunning as you. Look at you—you’re the brightest star tonight. Deputy Director Carson’s eyes were practically glowing when he looked at you earlier.” This was the most gratifying moment for Jessica. Tonight, she had planned a grand entrance, changing into a sexy, form-fitting bustier dress that accentuated her curves, revealing her