Jessica Hall Books Novels & Stories

“She’s hallucinating. She thinks she hears voices in the cellar. She talks to herself. She’s completely unpredictable. I need you to sign the mandatory isolation order tonight.” Kaelen didn’t take his eyes off me. “Is she dangerous, Julian?” he asked softly. His deep voice sent a strange shiver through me. “Or is she simply reacting to the poisons in her tea?” Julian went silent. “What did you say?” he whispered.

Claimed by the Arrogant Alpha . Chapter 6: do not judge a book by its cover . Jessica wrapped her arms around herself as a chilly breeze whipped through the air, slapping her face and causing her to inhale sharply. Winter was almost here and Jessica was looking forward to it. She loved snuggling into warm blankets, sipping on steaming tea, taking long baths; she loved how the warmth contrasted against the cold. Jessica smiled lazily. She stepped around trees with practiced ease as she made her way to her own little clearing. That sense of loneliness from last night had dulled but it was still very much present, almost as if it was just waiting for the right moment to strike when Jessica was

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

The other sarcophagi were all open and empty, and there was nowhere else he could be hiding. “Hello?” she called out. “Caleb?” She took a few tentative steps into the room, and saw a low, arched doorway, the only way in or out. She went to it and tried the knob. Unlocked, the door swung open easily. Before she left the room, she turned and surveyed her surroundings, making sure she hadn’t left anything she needed. She reached down and felt her necklace, still around her neck; she reached into her pockets, and was reassured to feel her journal, and the one, large key. It was all that she had left in the world, and it was all that she needed.

He slowly takes off her dress and they make passionate love. The sun's glare wakes Jessica up from her sleep, she looks over to the other side of the bed to find it empty "Typical" she says to herself in a disappointed tone. She gets out of bed and walks over to the bathroom as she walks past her bed she sees Roger laying naked on the floor next to the bed and he is covered in blood. "Aaaaagh!!!" Jessica screams at the top of her voice out of terror, her screams wake up Roger and he rushes over to her to calm her down he grabs her hands and looks into her eyes. "Jessica! Jessica! listen to me, it's not my blood!"

Typical Jessie. "Jessica, I am not in the mood for your tantrums or your drama today so say whatever you want and leave immediately." I snap at her a little too harshly but who cares. "Did you get your period or what bro?" She hisses and roll my eyes tiredly. "Taking out your frustrations on me won't make your life less chaotic so instead of mopping around and being a jackass why don't you find real solutions to your problems." She yells angrily before hitting the table hard and when she's about to storm out, I stop her.

She shoved it back under the mattress, only to notice the edge of the stack sticking out farther than before. Someone had already read it. Her heart stopped. The phone rang. Olivia answered, breathless. Jessica’s calm voice poured through the line like poisoned honey. “You’re a clever writer, Olivia. But every author should remember, stories can kill.” Olivia’s knees buckled. “How did you,” Jessica laughed, low and sweet. “Your book is a mirror, darling. And I’ve been staring at you for a long, long time. Years before Ethan. Years before you even knew who I was.”

Anna exclaimed happily. Meanwhile, they had choked me to such a degree that my face had gone red. The handbook listed the house assigned to each player. Everyone else had roommates or companions, while I was the only one assigned to live alone. My handbook was the only one left behind after everyone else had their pick, after all. Anna smirked, clearly finding the whole thing quite amusing. "Wow, you really are unlucky, Sylvia. How about this? If you become my watchdog, I'll do the honors of making a doghouse for you out of rocks myself!"

IT JUST FOCUS MORE ON JESSICA REVENGE) THANKS CHAPTER 1: BLOOD AND BETRAYAL ~ JESSICA POV ~ The motel room reeks of cigarettes and broken dreams. I stand outside unit 47, rain dripping from my hood onto cracked pavement that's seen better decades. My heart hammers against my ribs—not from fear, but from anticipation. *Ten years, Miller. Ten fucking years.* I slide the master key I lifted from the distracted desk clerk into the lock. The door creaks open like a coffin lid.

By the time we pulled up to the mansion, I was in an incredible mood, humming a song to myself as I got out of the car. Walking through the grand doors, I couldn’t help but think what a great decision it was to come here. Sure, there were challenges, but things seemed to be working out better than I’d dared to hope. This place, I thought to myself, might just be heaven. I was mid-whistle, lost in my thoughts, when I nearly collided with Jessica in the hallway. She was carrying a precariously tall stack of thick books, her expression one of determination. “Oh, Faith!” she said brightly, thrusting the books into my arms without so much as a warning.