Novel & Cerita Jessica Chastain

"Look at you. You're young, you're handsome and athletic. What was I thinking?" "Jessi, you're only five years older than me. That's it. And it's never made any difference." She covered her face with her hands. "All the things I've done. Surfing, diving," she looked to him, "Key West. Oh, for God's sake, I can't believe I did that!" He took a step toward her. "What are you saying, Jessi?" "I'm saying," she hissed, "that I forgot who I was. I'm not some young bimbo, running all over and acting like a fool. I'm Jessi Crenshaw, respectable wife and mother. Successful business owner. Not some…"

In fact Daisy nearly bumped into him. “What now?” Kael did not answer. His attention remained fixed on the woman laughing with the E-sports team near the side of the ballroom. She was beautiful, yes, but that was not what held him still. Something about her face unsettled him. Not recognition exactly. More like a memory trying to open a locked door inside his mind. Daisy followed his gaze. Then her brows rose. “Jessica?” Kael finally looked at her. “You know her?” Daisy gave him a strange look. “Of course I know her. That’s Jessica Tremont. Dreston’s cousin. She’s a pro player and one of Cassienne’s closest people.”

“I’m offering a choice, not a command. But let’s not pretend you don’t need this. Funding gone. Reputation bruised. Your name… fading.” He returned to the desk, composed as a metronome. “This is your shot at redemption.” Sean’s stare was winter. “This is another treasure flip to you. Another antique to launder into legacy.” Karl’s smile thinned. “No. This is legacy. And if money or credit fail to move you, perhaps she will.” He tapped the keyboard once more. Jessica’s dossier flared back onto the screen. “Whether you know it or not, Jessica Chase is already en route to Crete,” Karl said. “She agreed to help decode the labyrinth’s language. She thinks it’s an excavation. She doesn’t know what

Chapter 9 Caitlyn was standing beside her gate when Martin arrived in his car. She was wearing a black leather skirt that stopped way above her knees, a small white top that clung to her body, a black leather jacket, and a white shoe to match. Martin swallowed nothing as he stared at her. He was mesmerized by her beautiful face and body. He cleared his throat nervously, winded down, and poked his head out a little. "Get in!" He ordered her. She smiled and quickly rushed to enter the car.

I said, reaching for my phone. “What are you saying?” Allen snapped. “This isn't Joan…why would I be sleeping with your wife?” “Then ask her to take off her mask,” I shouted. “She can have the voice but not the face.” Allen turned to the lady. “I am sorry but she can't, this isn't Joan and that is what matters…what are you doing?” I moved closer to the girl but Allen stepped in the way. “She is my mistress…nothing more.” “I can't believe you actually have a mistress…I am putting an end to this charade…I am calling that Old man to explain that his granddaughter didn't do anything.”

She stretched her hand out, handing her phone to Jake. Jake’s expression turned sour as he watched the video of Jess and Fiona earlier at her launching. “You weren’t kidding? She’s really back?” Fiona sighed. “Of course, I wasn’t kidding. Do I look like Jim to you?” “I’ll take that as a lovely compliment from a sibling to another sibling,” Jim said as he stood up to watch the video that had Jake on a chokehold. “Why is she calling herself Jessica?” Jim asked. “Apparently, she claims she’s Jessica Hart, the daughter of the enigmatic billionaire Dominic Hart, which is impossible. The only rich person or thing Ella has ever come in contact with is the car I used to knock her down,” Fiona let ou

He would also think she's beautiful, right? "My God Bree! You are like the most amazing, mesmerizing beautiful, gorgeous, breathtaking and prettiest bride ever!" Jessica gushed. She was her maid of honor and also the credited person behind her simple yet pretty and elegant hairstyle. "On top of it, you are wearing a dress designed by the Rachel Dominique-Cartier. Her designs are sold out even before they enter the market! Can you ask her to design one for me too?"

Hazel said quietly, “Don’t worry, I am very confident in Joshua’s preferences.” "Hazel, you don't deceive yourself!" Lily snorted and said with self-assurance. “TV dramas are always filled with this type of story. The handsome presidents become tired of your kind of rich beauty, you are their second preference. They always want ordinary girls like me! I am not as beautiful as you are, I am not as rich as your family, and I did not graduate from a famous university like you. I am not as lovely as you, but I am ordinary, and I am the kind Joshua Denmark is destined to be with!”

"I don't believe so. I'm not sure because you haven't found your mate yet." “Didnt you know I'm Caleigh Sanders? I am Alpha Chaste's mate!” she shouted angrily dashing into my side. She raised her right hand to punch me but I sidetracked causing her hand to pass me and her body was brought with her. "Oopss", I teased her. She gritted her teeth and face her back at me. I heard her murmur strange words making me worry a bit. "She's a witch." those words… she's a witch, I realized to myself. I have to be cautious around this girl.

‘’ I asked coldly ‘‘ No Alpha king that’s not it , there must be something out there maybe her file is just classified but there definitely has to be something ‘’ The lady answered quickly ‘’Then don’t waste my time with your foolish talks and get me results ‘’ Without waiting to hear her reply I ended the call It’s been a week since the accident and she still hasn’t woken up . I ran my hands through my hair in frustration sinking back down to my office chair . ‘’Fucking moon goddess ‘’ I muttered out The moon good knew how to play games with me , she’s been doing so for the past three hundred years but things time she hit the bullseye. I’d already given up hope of finding a mate long ago .