Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.

But she knew it would be something that would make him regret messing with her. Jessica wanted to hack into Edwin's company's system and steal some important files from them. She knew that although the company was very good at security, she was better. So she went into their system and searched for the perfect files to steal. Her eyes were crinkled as a victory smirk spread across her beautiful face. She had found the perfect one! It wasn't only belonging to them, but also the Reid family as well. A beautiful collaboration to destroy.

he reassured them. None of them looked convinced, but they wouldn't push it because he was the alpha. At least Dallas and Jagger wouldn't. Francesca, on the other hand, had no problem speaking her mind when she felt strongly about something. That's what made her a great Second. Ray knew that if he didn't tell them about Leah now, Francesca would drag it out of him sooner or later. She looked at Ray with a frown and a raised eyebrow, silently telling him that he was full of shit.

Jessica smiled, a real one as she was amused by that. “Augustine, he is a dancer, a very popular one and René, she is an heiress to a resort chain.” Maude said still staring directly at Jessica. “And what are you?.” “Mum!.” “No, no, she asked the right question.” Armani said. “Jessica Hart. Which Hart family are you from? Are they the ones who built a new cinema miles away from here last how many weeks ago again?.” “What about her being just ‘Hart’ without any importance attached to it?.” Kai asked defending her.

“You were burnt alive to ashes. Not even a hair follicle from your old body remains. Your soul may have transferred into our daughter's but IT'S STILL SYLVIA'S D.N.A in your current body. You have nothing. Once you tell him the truth without any proof, he's going to do everything in his power to make sure you never smell his kids from a hundred yards. From the little research Patrick has made, your ex-husband might be an asshole but he would give his life for those children before he lets anyone or anything take them from him. YOU HAVE ABSOLUTELY NOTHING, Jessica. Nothing. Only your words and no matter what the truth is… Here is what the world would understand.” She sucked in a long breath,

But I was relatively calm because I knew that Jake was right behind me. “Danika Williams, you look like an angel, you have such a beautiful face and… a voluptuous body.” he whispered the last part but I heard it and I almost felt my ovaries climbing back in. When I saw him approaching me for a hug, I panicked. Oh fuck, what should I do? “Sir, you are not allowed to touch Ms. Williams. I am sorry.” Jake says to him, unapologetically and pulls a chair out for me before Richard Walts has a chance to do it.

Daisy looked at the woman in front of her for a moment and immediately said, “Oh, I know you. You are Jessica.” Of course, Daisy knew her. There were not many women around Zayden, and Jessica was the most special one. She was a famous actress, so many people knew her. Daisy always thought that Jessica was her real rival before she returned home because she knew Jessica stayed by Zayden’s side for six years. “Yeah, right. But I hope you didn’t misunderstand me.” Jessica said calmly as if she had expected to be recognized.

The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs. Chantelle took a few more deep breaths, trying to steady herself. She knew she had to keep going, had to get through this day and then figure out a way to escape from this place. She turned on the vacuum cleaner and started working on the living room, trying to lose herself in the repetitive motions. But the work only seemed to make her more upset, and she had to stop several times to wipe away the tears that kept coming. Finally, she was done vacuuming, and she moved on to mopping the kitchen floor. It was slow, tedious work, and it seemed to take forever. But at last she was done with everything including cooking. She loo

Also, the wooden beam that had been right on her shoulder. Almost every night, especially after her hospital treatment, her dreams were consistently bad, especially when she thought of Paulina. She sighed softly, attempting to push away those unpleasant memories. She was Jess, Jesslyn Willis, who was strong enough to face any hardships in her life. Once again, as she glanced at her watch, a red Jazz parked in front of her. She knew who the owner of this vehicle was. Clara Jasson.

She dialed a number she knew off head and called. "It takes great talent and skill to veil great talent and skill. Little Lotus, how is the brighter side of the world?" A crooked old female voice answered the phone. "Only psychopaths and manipulators can achieve hiding their talents and skills Elder Hoshi. Everything is going as planned thank you for asking. Oh, but a Hian Ji attacked me at my home and knows everything about me. I thought I died and my existence was erased with you and the other Elders' help. What's going on?"