Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

Jessica, her red dress now slightly disheveled, managed to break free from the guards' grip for a few seconds and ran back to the entrance of the banquet hall, with a panicked Herry chasing after her. "Mr. Kael! I don't believe it!" Jessica screamed hysterically, her shrill voice drawing the attention of several people around the bar. She pointed a trembling finger at Hellena. "You're lying, aren't you?! There's no way a fat and ugly woman like her could be the wife of someone like Kael Willian! It doesn't make any sense at all!" Herry, who caught up behind her, immediately covered Jessica's mouth in panic, his face deathly pale. "Jessica, shut your mouth! Do you want to get us both killed?!

Then, with a small awkward bow: “I’m Jessa.” Her voice was light, almost musical despite the starkness of the hall. She was about my age - maybe a year older - nineteen. She had soft brown hair tied back with a fraying ribbon, clothes worn but clean, and sturdy work shoes that looked like they’d survived years of labour. There was something tired in her eyes… …but something hopeful, too. “I’m supposed to help you today,” she continued, shifting the basket in her hands. “Show you the quarters, the hall, and… um… anything else you need.”

she pointed the dagger at Ethan’s bleeding body “he knows everything.” Jessica, Years Before,.. Jessica was younger then, barely twenty. She wore pearls around her neck, her dress neat and proper. To the world she was the daughter of Senator Carlisle, beautiful, privileged, untouchable. But beneath that mask, Jessica had been desperate. She sat at her father’s long dining table, staring at the man across from her. His name was Victor Hale. He was older, heavyset, with hands too quick and a laugh too loud. His eyes lingered on her too long. Her father had called him “a business ally.” Jessica had known better.

I paused and glanced back at Susanne and Viktor as I approached the door, and without so much as a word to them, I walked inside, ignoring Viktor even as he kept calling my name. My heart stalled the moment I walked inside and saw Mr. Hall with three men in black suits, sitting around a table and discussing. An awkward silence crept into the atmosphere, their eyes locked on me. “Who are…” one of the men was asking when Mr. Hall spoke up. “She is Jessica Hemsworth. My assistant…” Mr. Hall paused, then looked at one of the men and continued. “Jessica is an artist, and she's best at what she does.” My jaw almost reached the ground, and I froze on the spot.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

Joshua Bassett I stared at the coffee brown casket as it sat above the six feet hole, my best friend's body supposedly laying inside, the cruelty this world brings was out of many questions I had. My emotionless being stared at the box, unaware what to feel in this exact moment, just thinking about losing Camila made me numb, she was one of the best things I had in my life, I never dreamed of standing by her casket, knowing there was nothing I could have done to stop her from driving into that plan.

she says. Jessica is not Kate’s biggest fan. Since we found out Kate was my mate, Jessica has been trying to get back together with me every chance she has had when Kate isn’t around. I didn’t tell Kate because I didn’t want her to worry about nothing and then she had survived her attack with Boyd. It all seemed irrelevant but now suddenly it was important again.

A house with every set of curtains swept hurriedly across, every room pitch black and not a single sound coming from within. Jessica’s house. As I approached the door, I shifted back and lifted the welcome mat. Underneath was their spare key, forgotten in the rush to leave. I rested my hand on the door and took a deep breath before unlocking it and pushing it open. The floorboards sighed under my weight. As I stepped into the empty hall, they woke from their slumber, their groans and murmurs echoing through the house. I ran my hand along the dusty bannister as I walked up the stairs, my heart aching with every photo of Jess framed on the wall. She was so beautiful. Her curly, wild hair, her