Jessica Fellowes Books In Order นิยาย & เรื่องราว

She could recall how she felt the sparks the numerous times their body made contact, and she knew he felt it too, but she had to ignore it. She sighed and walked out. Meanwhile, In Mr. Ethan's office, he was going through the lists of suspects they had with Dominic. They wanted to get this revenge over with, but they couldn't place their hands on the particular person who had attacked the pack. Mr. Ethan suddenly remembered something and tapped Dominic, who looked up at him. “I have a weird feeling about Selene.” He revealed and Dominic arches his brows. “A weird feeling? How?” “Selene knows about the war of 20 years ago, and when I say “know” I mean, she knows all the details!” He revealed

~Dominic~ No amount of medication or herb can heal me of my current hurt. The drive to Jess’s residence seems endless. When I finally arrive, I scan the entrance anxiously. My heart nearly stops when I spot them together. Jess is walking toward the compound gates, and right behind her, following like a possessive shadow, is Allister Blackwaters. Jealousy surges through me like wildfire. My wolf, Kent, snarls inside me, demanding action. I hurriedly pack the car and leap from it, and rush toward the apartment entrance, determined to intercept them before they disappear inside.

Lucas hovered by the door, looking like he wished he could melt into the woodwork. And I stood awkwardly by the window, the uninvited guest, the human ghost in the room. “Thank you for coming,” Jessica said, her voice weak but steady. She didn’t glance my way. Her eyes moved over her father, Ethan, and Lucas. “I know there are questions. I… don’t have all the answers. It’s just fragments. Darkness, cold, the smell of wet stone and… and iron.” She shuddered. “Did you see Peter Holloway?” Victor asked, his voice soft and encouraging.

Everything is very neat and well organised there. Jessica was amazed to see thousands of books, all kinds of books, including novels and history books. Jessica's choice fell on history books about very global stories. Jessica's favourites are stories about world wars and civil wars. Jessica said the room is very cosy. She will feel at home here every day, reading the many books in it. Morgan always monitored Jessica's movements through his laptop. There were no suspicious movements. He even saw her go out and return with a glass of juice. ***

I’m slowly making my way downstairs with Giovanni’s help, when I spot a dark-haired woman sitting in the living room. She has her head downcast and appears to be writing in a journal or notebook while not even taking in her surroundings. “Nikki Baranova,” Giovanni says. “She’s Frankie’s fiancee.” Oh, she’s the Bratva Princess Dom spoke about, the timid and quiet one. Wow, now that I know Frankie better, I must admit that I don’t see how this will work out between them, since Frankie is the complete opposite of her.

Yet, as she gazed up at Lucas, a lingering fear gnawed at her—a fear of the feral urges she had unleashed Amidst the lingering echoes of moonlit surrender, Jessica found herself ensnared in the aftermath—a tapestry of vulnerability woven into the cool kitchen floor. The entanglement with Lucas, her alpha and confidant, had unveiled realms of desire she hadn't fathomed. As she struggled to disentangle limbs and emotions, a realisation gripped her—a transformation not just physical but existential.

Ethan lunged toward her, but she slashed the dagger through the air, the flame of every candle flaring high at once. “You’re too late,” Jessica hissed. Her eyes glowed. “The heir’s blood will seal the vow.” Her gaze snapped to Olivia. Olivia froze, clutching the book to her chest. Jessica smiled. “There she is. The last thread of the chain. Come closer, Liv. This is your destiny.” Ethan stepped in front of Olivia. His voice was low, desperate. “Don’t touch her, Jess.” Jessica tilted her head. “Still protecting her, after everything? You’re weaker than I thought.”

“Great, bring up Kyle again.” “Are you being serious right now? First of all, Hannah had already imprinted on me before Ayesha got there. Second of all, a white wolf is a gift from the moon goddess, and if she deems it fit to have these dragons imprint on me. Who am I to argue with the moon goddess? This is who I am. Either get on board or find someone else.” “Little late for that Sam, Jessica is already dead.” “There are a 1000 Jessica’s out there, so fuck you, Theo!”

CHAPTER 8 CHAPTER 8 Jessica Wallan is the most unlikely person to become friends with a detective as she owns a nightclub and runs a legal prostitution business out of her own club. But Jessica becomes Cassandra's friend because they didn't know about each other's work beforehand. They meet in a community to heal trauma. And here they are. “Someone found out about me?!” Jessica lowered her glass of wine onto the table, she then leaned forward and said, “You're right. As far as I know, it's Ben. Franches' personal secretary. Are you investigating him? If so, then you two are investigating each other."

I did my best to take care not to scratch the leather, but when it fell into my arms, I noticed what looked like a fresh dig. Books were not as common in that era as they were in the future so I felt bad about causing damage to it. My lamenting lasted only briefly. An intense curiosity took over just as soon as I realized that it was a journal. It was not just any journal, either. This journal belonged to the late Elsbeth Sleuth. Could the deep, dark family secret be discovered within its pages? I simply had to find out. Lowering myself into a comfy nearby chair, I opened to the first page and focused on the elaborate handwriting. It took some time to familiarize myself with her dramat