Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

Was the foursome he had yesterday not enough to keep his dick cool for a while? “My name??” She finally said a word but something was strange. I felt something badly off and that was her voice. She had changed the tone of her voice and they were also weak like she has been sobbing. “Yeah, your name.” He tightened his grip across her wrist. I saw the expectancy in his eyes. “Yifa Moore!!” I muffled in a low voice. “Jessica Hallway!!” She said almost together making my voice unheard. “My name is Jessica Hallway and it’s an honor to serve you!!” She bowed her head down.

Her phone vibrated. A message from Daisy. How is Emma? Jessica stared at the screen. Then typed a reply. She's alive. She almost added something else. Something honest. Something frightening. Instead she deleted it. Because the truth was becoming harder to admit. Not to Daisy. To herself. Outside, the rain finally began falling. Softly at first. Then harder. The sound echoed against the gallery windows. Jessica remained where she was. Watching the storm. Thinking about Emma. Thinking about Henri. Thinking about Philippe.

Silence filled the penthouse. Then she whispered to herself, “Damn… I really need to be careful with that one.” She pressed a hand to her stomach. “Why is my heart beating fast? And… butterflies? Seriously?” JESSICA PENTHOUSE ~ NEW YORK Jessica opened her mouth then shut it. Her hands trembled. Katherina continued, calm and deadly “You want a courtroom? Fine. We’ll go. And I’ll bring every piece of proof you prayed no one would ever find. Every debt. Every fake job. Every scam. Every lie.”

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.