Jessica Hall Books Novels & Stories

Chapter One - Sylvie Slam! The door to the café bursts open. The cold winter breeze whips through the small shop, rustling the loose strands of my ebony hair. Momentarily distracted, I barely notice the hard wall of a body until it is too late. Crash! The sound of several ceramic mugs shattering against the unforgiving concrete floor jolts me back into awareness. As if making a huge mess wasn't bad enough, the sound echoed throughout the room and now several, if not all, eyes in the café have been drawn to me. As the spilt coffee slowly spreads across the floor, so too does the hot, red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks.

I eased the door open and spotted a lone guard across the hall and through the doorway, flipping through a book on the shelf. So that’s why we got in so easily—this idiot’s slacking off. I inched the door open, soundlessly approaching him from behind. “Think he’s snooping?” Cece asked, amused. With a smile, I snuck up behind him, reached up, twisted, and snapped his neck. It’s been a while since I’ve killed like this—efficient, bloodless, leaving no trace behind. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever snapped this many necks in a single day.

Emma later went upstairs to her brother's room. James' room was filled with things that he had insisted on carrying from Mina's place. He adores his things and wishes to take them with him wherever he goes. Emma faked a gasp seeing the room. On the bed, the blankets were covered by plushies and coloring books while color packs were laid on the nightstand unevenly. Mina had spoiled him a lot. Emma began to organize her brother's belongings. She placed the plushies on the bed, and neatly stacked the coloring books and packs on the nightstand. When she finished, she stood back and felt a warm wave of nostalgia wash over her.

He appeared to be a pretty closed-off person who didn't seem to enjoy interacting. I mentally shook my head at my new fascination with this random boy; I, Jessica Gaucho, don't obsess over men or even consider them unless I'm looking for a fuck, which is rare. "I'm just going to the bathroom," I say, and Dad nods and returns his attention to Mr Alberto. I swiftly rise from my seat, keeping my head up as I turn around and walk towards the restroom. I arrive swiftly, lock the door behind me, and handle my essential business.

Her face changed but it only slightly, but I saw it. "What is it?" I asked. She hesitated. "My journal." My stomach tightened. "What about it?" "I left it underneath everything." She swallowed. "It's on top now," she explained. A cold feeling settled in my chest. Someone had touched her things. They didn't steal anything but it almost like they wanted her to know. Jessica stepped back from the drawer. For the first time since I'd arrived, she looked genuinely shaken. And seeing that expression on her face did something unsettling to me.

It was missing, and I felt my skin was tight, my blood too thin. "Still awaiting a rescue, little Omega?” It was a voice as smooth as silk rubbing on a knife. I did not have to turn around to realize that it was Vanya. She was standing in the door, wrapped in furs which must have cost as much as my stepfather was worth. She was fair, and smelled--sweet lilies and metal--and it would not go well with the sea salt of my own. “You look pathetic, Jessica,” I mused, going into the cell. The orange glow reflected the wicked gleam in her eyes. “Deprived of your rogue defenders, trembling in a cage. It almost fills me with pity towards you. Almost."

Squinting her eyes then tapping the table. “A year passed like hundreds. Not looking back with my own luggage, smiling I may seem but I burn with something more than nothing. I should have left them a goodbye gift, a literal one –” She stopped with her eyes open wide and leaned back a bit. Sighing as she comfortably leans back and stares at the ceiling when the sheets are flipping back onto the first page. Despite hearing it, Jessica did not care. ‘That’s just a speck of his story. But –’ She thought to herself before her head turned to look at the boxes of it left to read. The books she read are piling up on her desk, that the ice on her drink melted and the warm food turned cold.

replied Hallie immediately. “Oh, don’t thank me yet. Listen to the rest first! Here are ten bottles of whiskey… You have to finish all of them in a single gulp!” smiled Jessica icily. Her subordinates then began dragging Hallie away. Seeing this, Mila felt her right eyelid twitch slightly. If the issue wasn’t handled well, Hallie’s life could very well be in danger. Though Mila agreed that Hallie needed to be taught a lesson, what Jessica had proposed was simply too cruel for her.

'I think the backside to the library, although I’m not very certain' she answers looking around I join her and examine the place. The place was still filled with a few cobwebs here and there and a huge rack of books closed tight in their own glass framed racks and a long rectangular study table stood in the middle with atleast ten chairs. 'Are they some secret history books?' Jessica says approaching the book rack 'We're here to escape' I remind Jessica and she rolls her eye and turns to approach the table. 'Sis' she yells out suddenly. 'What?' I yell back jerking.

“We know Lance is always hungry.” He walked inside with a smirk. “Maybe his mother starves him every day.” “I’ll tell Auntie Lara about you.” Lance gasped dramatically. “You’re unbelievable!” “Am I not your friend?” “You’re so rude to me!” Another voice interrupted. “You’re all hopeless. Now pay your debts assholes.” We turned to see Harumi entering with Stavos. He held a small notebook. A Teletubbies notebook. Everyone except Stavos immediately paled. I blinked. What? Why were they all scared? It was literally just a cute notebook. “Hey,” I said. “What’s wrong with you guys?”