Jessica Clifton Novels & Stories

She glanced down at where their bodies were joined, clearly enjoying the sight. “Are you on the pill, sweetheart?” Claire asked casually, still kneading one of Jessica’s breasts. Jessica, breathless and trembling, managed a weak nod. “Y-yes… I am.” Claire’s smile widened, predatory and pleased. “Good girl. That’s very convenient. I want to watch Charlie fill this pretty cunt again and again tonight.” She leaned in and licked a slow stripe up Jessica’s neck. “We’re just getting started.” Charlie stayed buried inside Jessica for a long moment, breathing heavily as the last pulses of his orgasm faded. His hands loosened slightly on her hips.

Lily never imagined that the reason alpha Ashton had not shown up at the meeting was that he was busy tending to the woman, she despised the most. How was that even possible? She had racked her brain to get rid of that slut only to send her to a more prominent person. And even that bastard Mark wanted to go and find her personally? “No!” she shouted. From what she overheard; Mark still had no inkling that she was the one who had ordered Maya to be killed. She knew that if he found out, it will be the end for her. She will never clear her name.

She was going to Kensington High Street, and she would walk to Nick's house to see where it was. Jess was walking down Kensington High Street when her phone rang. She stopped and looked in the window of a chemist while she answered it. "Hello, Jessica Elwood speaking." Jess felt very nervous, was this her father? "Hello Jessica, I'm Claire Henderson, it's very nice to be speaking to you." Jess let out a sigh of relief, "I'm so sorry about the letter, it was probably too dramatic now I think about it. Though it was all true." "It's fine, Jess, don't worry about it. Where are you?" asked Claire.

Jessica said frowning and taking another bite of the chicken. It was delicious and nicely spiced. She helped herself to another chicken thigh. She ate four chicken thighs before she decided to draw her attention to Clara. Jessica went up to Clara's room and knocked on the door when she realized it was locked. "Clara, please open up," Jessica pleaded. "Jessica, please, I want to be alone with my thoughts," Clara replied in a muffled voice making Jessica roll her eyes. "Clara, now is not the time to be alone, just let me in, okay?" Jessica coaxes.

Fast. Relentless. Because suddenly she understood. The notebooks. The missing pages. The oak tree. The breadcrumbs. None of those had been Claire's greatest secret. This folder was. Claire slowly pushed it across the table. Toward Jessica. Then whispered: "Because if they had found this..." Her voice broke. Only slightly. Enough. The woman gathered herself. Then finished the sentence. "...I really would have disappeared." And for the first time since meeting Claire Martin, Jessica saw genuine fear in her eyes.

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

~ EVANGELINE ~ I exhaled a breath I didn't know I was holding when a woman's shaking voice came through the phone speaker. “Mrs. Blackwood? My name is Claire Mitchell. I... I worked for Jessica Dominix three years ago as her lead designer.” I exchanged glances with Damien, who suddenly sat up straighter. “Go on,” I encouraged, trying to keep my voice steady. Claire started crying. “Jessica stole my entire work. When I threatened to sue, she had me blacklisted. I lost my studio, my investors, and my career. Everything was finally beginning to ease up for me, but she took everything from me.”

It’s 5:00 AM and the room is still cloaked in that heavy, pre-dawn blue, but Jessica’s body is already wide awake and screaming for attention. She shifts under the silk sheets, and the friction of the fabric against her clit sends a lightning bolt of sensation through her. Her clit felt like a live wire, swollen and sore in that delicious, achy way that reminded her exactly how many times she’d come the night before. Most women have a little pearl down there but Jessica has a monster. Her clit is a thick, protruding nub that could rival a day-old baby boy’s penis in size.

"You don't understand, Jess! She's holding something important!" "I don't care!" Jessica cut him off, tears beginning to stream down her face as her wounded pride overwhelmed her. "Aren't I your real legal wife?! Haven't I been the woman you've kept hidden for the past eight years just to preserve that legal status? I gave you Calysta! I gave you the child that the womb of that barren woman could never give you! Why is your mind still so focused on Ravelle?!" Jessica's demand for acknowledgment became the spark that ignited the ticking time bomb inside Kyle's head. Every ounce of frustration, exhaustion, and panic he had endured that night suddenly erupted into an explosion of ruthless fury.

~Justin~ To claim that I wasn't repulsed by Jessica's admission would be a falsehood. This woman had committed egregious acts, and her motivations were indefensible. How could she betray her own brother, the man who provided refuge when she had nowhere else to turn, who helped her through the loss of her mate, and stood by her when no one else cared? The betrayal of not only him but also scheming against her nephew, her brother's sole offspring, all driven by sheer greed, left me thoroughly disgusted.