Jessica Clifton Novels & Stories

But when Friday came, Ethan acted normal— as if he wasn’t flirting with her at the rooftop that day. --- Jessica threw herself into the bed, groaning. “We have exams next week, huh?” “Yeah”, she nodded, not looking up from her books. “Have you studied for any of your classes yet?” “No”. She buried her face on her pillow so her voice came out muffled. Claire thought that she should probably change her pillowcases— she wouldn’t want to sleep in saliva-soaked pillows. “Time flies. It’s been two months, already?” “You should study”

Anyway, I think Jessica was too soft and too weak to watch us fight so she fainted. Oh Jessica… My Jessica… While I waited for that nurse to come clean the rest of my wounds, I remembered that time when I first saw her. I met her outside my house, she was perfect as my best toy I had that times! She was wearing pure white dress with small flowers on it. She was always in those ponytails on both sides, with messy yet classy blond, long hair. Gorgeous. I think we were 5, maybe 6 years old. *Flashback*

She was moving clumsily on the dance floor, immensely different from her usual, graceful, dancing style, and pressed up against some other wolves. The club reeked of alcohol, sex, vomit and sweat and in the back of her mind her wolf was on high alert, making sure nobody tried to take advantage of her. Jessica is not this sort of person – she doesn’t like getting drunk or dancing among the equally drunk, but her two closest friends are leaving and she feels awful. And lonely. And she just wanted to make it go away. . TBC

“Thank you for honoring my invitation, Your Highness.” Alpha Kael bowed again, his gaze fixed on me. “And if I may ask, who’s the lady beside you?” I felt Clinton stiffen beside me, but I kept my eyes on Alpha Kael, who was still smiling. With a fake smile plastered on my face, I cooed, “I am Natasha Jones, the King’s distant cousin.” I lied. Alpha Kael hummed, nodding slowly. “You’re welcome to my pack, Lady Natasha.” He bowed dramatically before shifting his attention to Clinton. “Please, have a seat.”

Jackson: Don’t threaten me. I bit my lip. Stupid butterflies. I am not built for butterflies. Before I could spiral, the curtain opened again. Jessa stepped out. And— Oh. This one worked. Soft navy. Off-shoulder sleeves that framed her collarbone elegantly. Fitted bodice — structured, not suffocating. Flowing skirt that skimmed her hips instead of trying to reshape them. It didn’t fight her body. It welcomed it. She stood awkwardly. “Well…?”

Nevertheless, there was someone standing at the entrance. The person looked familiar to Duncan. It was Jessica. Jessica came here to fish for some answers from Liberty. This was a new task given to her by the unknown woman. The woman wanted an update on Zachary and Clive’s investigation progress. It had been rough for Jessica in the last two days. The guilt was riding on her conscience as she committed a crime for the first time. The worst part was her sister-in-law was still in the city. The woman had not gone back.

Jessa pleaded, her voice breaking with every word as she gazed at Clarissa’s lifeless body. Her tears fell freely, streaking down her face as she knelt beside the young woman, her body trembling from the overwhelming sorrow that gripped her heart. Jessa’s hands were unsteady as she reached out to gently brush a strand of hair away from Clarissa’s pale face, her fingers trembling with the weight of grief and desperation.

And the resiliency of her spirit. Ksenia pointed to Jessa. Jessa sighed. "I'm Jessa. Wickedly good with a scalpel and sewing people back up. Pregnant, I get to sit at home and help with information inter- and extrapolation. I'm a good critical thinker-when I'm not overrun with baby hormones. And I'm always good for a joke."

're really capable of." Jonathan's eyes hardened, a dangerous glint appearing in them. "I wouldn't do that if I were you." "Or what?" Jessica challenged, lifting her chin. "You promised not to hurt me, remember?" "There are many ways to hurt someone without laying a finger on them," Jonathan reminded her, his voice soft but threatening. They stood there in silence for a moment. "I'm aware that you're up to something," Jessica said finally, breaking the silence. Her voice was steady now, determined. "This act you're putting on, this 'changed man' routine. I don't buy it for a second." Jonathan merely shrugged, seemingly unbothered by her accusation. "Think what you want." "I mean it, Jonathan

She sighed softly and said, "I don't know that you have so many uneasiness, but I know very well that I enjoy the peace of life now. There is no scheme to frame me, no discrimination, and no disrespect. You brought this peace to me, and I am very grateful." "Blake ..." When the name was mentioned, Jessica tilted her eyes and took a light breath. "He is my ex-husband, Winson was the only one who connected me and him. Lady Cecilia Longhorn, Robert, or Old Master Ferguson are not the connection. You don't have to be nervous about an apology from Lady Cecilia Longhorn. I know what I want, but I won't say it out." "If..." Just as Jessica was about to continue, Thomas suddenly said, "Don't even t