Novel & Cerita Jessica Goodman Book

” Charvie's eyes went wide a little, knowing Jessa was a chatterbox; she would spill every damn thing to someone like him. “She said you loved smutty books like Bared to You by Sylvia Day; I love it that you loved that. I could have bought you smutty books too, but it doesn't matter now when we could recreate that.” He smiled, loving her reactions, before he watched her flush, hands covering her face, and he sipped from his glass of wine. “I like it when you blush too,” he added. “You shouldn't believe Jessamine.” He watched her take a brownie from her plate as she sank her teeth into it like it would save her from the look of embarrassment.

~~~ After managing to get herself together, Jessica joined her mom and brother in the living room. Her mom had just returned from the women's meeting at church and hadn't changed clothes. Mrs Badmus was wearing her usual: a plain, purple, button-down gown, which stopped below her knees, with a black hat adorned with a purple rose. She was seated with Jide on the couch, whispering words, very seriously, to him. She was probably preaching to him since he'd be returning to school soon. ‘Finally.’ Jessica rolled her eyes, hiccupped, and went to welcome her mom.

There is no escape now, just the reassurance that I can enter his room, do my job, and that will be that. I don't need to communicate with him... "Of course not. Unless you're victim to shaky hands in the presence of very attractive men. Then you might be in trouble," Jessa tells me, accompanied by a wink. She seems unbothered now, the shudder in her limbs gone. I'm jealous of that. "I'm not...I mean, I'll be fine." Jessa grabs my arms, smiling at me. "Akara. He does look different. But not all Summoners are bad."

"I'm not entirely human anymore. The people after me... they'll hurt you to get to me. I can't let that happen." Jess stared at the golden eyes. But she didn't run. Didn't scream. Just nodded slowly. "Okay. But answer one thing." "What?" "Are you one of the good guys?" "I'm trying to be." "Then I'll wait." Jess hugged her, quick and fierce. "Not at the coffee shop. I get it. But I'll wait. Fix whatever needs fixing. Save whoever needs saving. Then come back to me. We still have four seasons of that new show to watch."

I wasn't a moon goddess anymore. I was just Jessica—the girl who had been sold for gambling debts, now covered in the mud of a world that wanted to consume her. Jax didn't stop. He didn't even look down at me. His grip on my thighs and back tightened until it was borderline painful, his leather bracers biting into my skin. "Thorne’s trackers have ears like bats, Jessica. Every word you speak is a beacon. You talk, we die. And I don't plan on dying in a hole because you’re feeling stubborn."