Jessica Chastain Novels & Stories

"Left to you.. you'd roll into dinner with Alexander looking like a community center teacher.I'm not letting you disgrace me Chiara , tonight of all nights." “I don’t need to-“ “Shhhh!” She hushed me quickly. I clamped my mouth shut. “Fairy godmother Jessica, is here to save the day,” “Don’t tell me you brought your boxes of lotions and tubes.” I sighed. She grinned. “Damn,you know me too well,girl.” “Oh lord,” I muttered. This was going to be one hell of an afternoon. If there was one thing Jessica was known for, it was going all out just to look stunning ..

xandra whispered to branny and he also nodded. " how I wish dream could get along with her just like alexis, I would be grateful, cause his coldness is driving me crazy, I feel like punching that coldness and arrogance outta him"branny said gritting his teeth and xandra laughed making Nicki and Alexis turned to them........ NEXT DAY it was the day of the modeling, and Nicki was forced to dress like a girl that she is. she wasn't going to accept at first but got no option, so she agreed even when she feel really uncomfortable in the mini skirt and crop top she was putting on.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“Watch your mouth. Do you know who I am?” “I know,” Maggie said as she stood up holding the handrail chair, and let the two frightened children stand behind her. Then she continued, “You are Jessica, the superstar. What are you doing here? Why did you break into other people’s houses with a fierce look?” “The other people’s house?” Jessica said and clenched her fists. “I am Zayden’s fiancée. This is my future house. Who on earth are you? What are you doing here?”

Cheryl eagerly tells her. "Who is Jessica Straus?" Her question made the entire group turn and look at her like she lost her mind. She honestly doesn't know who Jessica Straus is. "Miss Jessica Straus, one of the top models of Silhouettes Designs" Cheryl patiently explains upon seeing her genuine perplexity. "Oh, okay" She smiles but still doesn't recognize her. Her name doesn't ring a bell. "Here she is" Someone tilts the screen to show her the image that is flashed on it.

The woman said, caressing Chase's arm seductively. Chase moved away from Vanessa and said, "Yes, Vanessa. Jessica is my girlfriend. Jessica, meet Vanessa, the current chief ambassador of my company, C&R. She's a face model who represents our restaurants." "Nice to meet you, Vanessa, you can call me Jessie. I think you're more beautiful in person than in the magazines," Jessie said with her hand stretched out to greet Vanessa. "I'm always beautiful. Are you serious about this, Chase? I mistook your girlfriend here for a low-life servant who was snooping around," Vanessa said with spite, ignoring Jessie's outstretched hand.

A voice came from behind the two. Gael and Leonard turned around in unison and they were both shocked at the sight of Ashton. Ashton was walking over with a woman and the two were holding hands. The woman had fair skin, she was slender with a narrow waist and her legs were long. She looked beautiful as her long hair danced lazily in the wind. Ashton was as dashing as always but his face was a little pale. Gael's mouth was wide open after seeing his grandson. Leonard on the other hand had his eyes fixed on Maya as his eyes flashed with a mysterious light. No one could tell what he was thinking about or what was so interesting about Maya.

she said quietly, “we should be able to carry out our plan successfully.” I looked at her. Really looked this time. Waiting. Expecting more. But she didn’t elaborate. Not a single word. My brow furrowed slightly, impatience creeping in. “What do you mean?” Even though it was just the two of us in the car, Cassandra leaned closer, her movements deliberate, controlled. Her presence shifted the air between us—subtle, but intentional. And then she whispered. Soft. Precise. Deadly. The kind of plan that didn’t rely on force—

They, however, remained focused on their monitors, discarding her comment as they tried to keep up with the new pace Elena was setting. Suddenly, the elevator chimed, and the atmosphere on the floor didn't just change—it curdled. A woman in her mid-twenties stepped out, dressed in a sloppy but extravagant silk gown that was almost revealing her "inner thoughts" with how low it was cut. Her presence screamed luxury, and her cologne was so strong it made Elena’s nose itch instantly. This was Jessica, known to the staff as "The Almighty Jessy," Damien’s alleged girlfriend. She marched past the desks without a single pleasantry, her arrogant gaze fixed on the mahogany doors. She was almost at th

She always did. "Who was the woman in red at the gala?" I asked. Victoria's hand stilled on her tablet. "Which woman?" "Red dress. Dark hair. Early twenties. She was at the bar." "Why do you care?" Good question. I didn't know the answer. "Just curious." "Her name is Sophia Chen. Catherine Chen's daughter. Political family, old money, nothing special." Victoria's tone was dismissive. "Why?" Because she'd walked away from me. Because her eyes had held something I couldn't name not attraction, not intimidation, but something colder. Recognition, maybe, though we'd never met.