Jessica Clifton Novels & Stories

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

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.

“She was forced! Jessica must have blackmailed her and her family at that time. Even now Jessica seized their assets and accounts! Can’t you see what’s happening? Christy laughed with a cold sound. “You’re pathetic. Why didn't you understand her then? Why now? After all you’ve said and done to her? Don’t be a hypocrite and stick to blood than chasing a ghost." I took a slow, menacing step toward her. The aura radiating from me made even Clara flinch. “My blood? That’s the funniest thing I’ve heard all night.” I looked between them both, my voice dropping to a terrifying whisper. “I already know the truth. Jessica isn't my mother.” The room went dead silent. Clara’s mouth fell open, and Chris

Jenny whispered admiringly, “Lawyer Clarke is the most composed woman I’ve ever seen. If it were anyone else, they’d have already ripped out her hair in a fit of rage.” Carson smiled and raised his brows slightly. “Of course! She’s the woman I’m chasing!” He said it so casually, without any sense of embarrassment, and continued watching the drama unfold with a grin. Jenny: “…” Selena raised her voice. “Jessica, don’t listen to her scare tactics. You’re right—don’t be afraid of her!” But Jessica hadn’t told Selena the truth, and now she was trapped in an extremely passive situation. Adriana began counting down slowly, “Five… four…”

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

She hooked her hand around his arm like it belonged there. My chest squeezed. Clara followed my stare. "Oh..." Something rose inside me. It was ugly and I could feel my chest burning with Jealousy. I refused to call it that. I had no right to feel jealous over the man who broke me. The woman laughed at something Jake said and touched his chest. The sight scraped against my nerves. "Jessica..." Clara said carefully. "I'm working." My voice came out harder than I meant. I looked down at the reservation screen. My pulse pounded anyway.

"It's been a long time, but you're still the same. Are you twisting the facts? Don't start an argument with me, Grandpa isn't even buried yet." Jessica snorted. "You're afraid you won't get any inheritance, aren't you?" One eyebrow raised, she looked at Clara as if she were a joke. "Don't provoke me..." "Oh, could it be that you're so desperate to control all of Grandpa's fortune?" Clara hissed in annoyance at the accusation, but Jessica continued her barrage of false claims. Did she think Clara was greedy and had nothing of her own? "Mommy, are you tired?" Seeing the young boy gently rub Clara's back, Jessica commented. "Who are these? Your children? You disappeared and had children while y

Jess walked away from them, never turning around, even though she could hear them following her. Jess couldn’t stop crying, her heart filled with more and more pain as she thought of maya and her tragic life she lived. Jess wondered if this was really all that there was for her, a world filled with lies, abuse and hate. She hated feeling sorry for herself, but she just couldn’t stop, her mind wouldn’t let her. When Jess finally looked up to see where her body had subconsciously taken her, she was surprised to see herself at the cliffs edge she had jumped at. She looked down at the pull of water below her. She knew even if she wanted to jump again, the boys would do exactly as they did last t

Also, the wooden beam that had been right on her shoulder. Almost every night, especially after her hospital treatment, her dreams were consistently bad, especially when she thought of Paulina. She sighed softly, attempting to push away those unpleasant memories. She was Jess, Jesslyn Willis, who was strong enough to face any hardships in her life. Once again, as she glanced at her watch, a red Jazz parked in front of her. She knew who the owner of this vehicle was. Clara Jasson.

"Yes, ma'am, you can. I’m Detective Cliffer from the Central City Precinct. I’m here investigating the shocking death of Gracious Auckan, better known to some as 'Mama G'." Jessica’s eyes flickered for a split second—a tiny tell that Cliffer didn't miss—but she quickly recovered. "And what does that have to do with me? I don't associate with people of that... caliber." "One of our leads led us straight to you," Cliffer replied, his voice hardening. "Led you to me?" Jessica scoffed, a harsh, dry sound. "Sir, I am not interested in any of this. If you want to talk to me, please come back with a warrant. I don't have time for this nonsense."