Jessica Clifton Novels & Stories

~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.

The next female is a 28 yr old warrior, and my interest spikes. I wonder if Lisa can take down one of our strongest females. She isn't a wolf who goes to Max's gym, so she hasn't fought Lisa before. "Clint, come on. Let's get closer for this one," I say, nudging Clint. Clint just nods at me. He seems to be at a loss for words at his Luna's skills. I chuckle at him and walk towards the growing circle. Jessica steps up and bows her head slightly to Lisa.

Donald appreciated. While they were talking, Jessica entered into the room. She walk down to their desk and she found Juliana sitting and chatting with Donald. She went straight to Clara's desk and sat with her. Clara felt like not to talk with her because of the previous encounter but on the second thought, she consider that to be unnecessary since Jessica's intentions were not to steal Donald from her friend. "Good morning" Jessica greeted Clara "Hey! How are you doing Jessica" Clara asked "Am fine and you?" Jessica asked

I've mastered that response. Clinton shows up 3 hours later, walking hand in hand with a woman I've never seen before. She's beautiful in an effortless way. Long legs, glowy hair, and curved. She has her hands linked in his, as she belongs with him. They walk in together, not rushed, not apologetic. As if they're the ones doing us a favor by showing up. She sits across the table, flipping through the fabric book like she owns the place. "This is Jessica," the planner says brightly. "She'll be assisting with some of the styling decisions."

"Now that's true elegance! Jessica's just a cheap imitation!" "She still hasn't completed her social climb and is already looking down on everyone else. Ha! It's ridiculous." The whispers drifted into Jessica's ears. She wasn't bothered. Instead, she smiled brighter, more radiant, more triumphant. Tonight, Winter would be utterly ruined. Divorce was the least of it—whether Winter would survive the night was anyone's guess. After that, Jessica could rest easy, knowing Joshua would be hers alone. "Ms. Lynch is a top graduate of Straitford University and now serves as the director of our R&D department." Joshua introduced Jessica to the guests with practiced charm, his eyes lingering with admir

He had noticed how fidgety she had become ever since she told him she had something to tell him in the office. "No, don't be worried. Everything is ok," Claire replied, her voice shaking towards the end. God, she was so nervous. They finally reached the car and Oliver was about to open the door for Claire when Jessica’s annoying voice reached them. "Oliver... wait! I have something to show you!" Oliver groaned, anger flaring through him. He glared at Jessica and spat, "I thought I told you I never want to see your face again." "I know but I couldn't stay away when you're being deceived, Oliver. I'm here to expose the double-faced woman who's beside you," Jessica declared and Claire’s heart j

“Of course he will. Victor will make sure of that.” Jessica studied her daughter’s face closely. “You like him.” Clara looked away. “He does not talk much. But he listens.” Jessica reached out and squeezed her hand. “Sometimes those are the ones who matter most.” Edward cleared his throat gently. “Victor and I go way back. Business dinners. Private meetings. He trusts me.” “I know,” Clara said. “That is why I wanted Miles there.” Jessica stood and walked toward the tall mirror near the staircase, adjusting the diamond bracelet on her wrist. Her life was a rhythm of charity events, private luncheons, fashion previews, and quiet power. She had mastered the art of appearing warm while controlli

Jessica also complimented her. “Oh come on! You just don't like to wear these kinds of clothes, as I've seen. If you try to put something like on, your beauty would be out of this world. Besides, you look great in your current state.” Claire also complimented her and led her back. Jessica became a little teary and hugged Claire… “Thank you, Claire.” She said. Jessica is actually beautiful as Ethan and Jeffrey. It's obvious that they took all their beauty from their mother.

Jessa’s body bucked, and she cried out. “Oh! Fuck, yes,” she moaned. Denric and I both began moving at once as Cassian knelt beside us. Jessa twisted her head and took him into her mouth. Her eyes were bright, a flush building in her chest and face already. I held onto her thighs while Cassian twined one hand into her hair and used the other to work her clit. “You’re a fucking vision,” I grunted, fighting back the arousal that coursed through me.

Though quite different in their ambitions, with Jessie having big dreams of becoming a famous columnist and Chanel being satisfied with her job as the assistant to the CEO of Tasty Magazine. Picking up the annual sales report for the year, Jessie sashayed out of her office. She smiled at Chanel while passing by her desk and confidently made her way to Lenore's office. After knocking twice, she heard a chirpy "come in," from Lenore and walked into the large office. "My beautiful Jessica, there must be a special reason for you to visit my office today, not so?" Lenore asked in her smooth, but slightly French-accented voice. "I was here yesterday to discuss next week's publication of Whispers a