Jessica Hall Novels & Stories

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?"

I nodded again, he right, we both very sensitive personality and we barely used shares our problem let felling to each other, the only thing we used is the bed. "Let's start from the beginning," Jayce said, reaching out his hand for a handshake, "Nice to meet you, I'm Jayce, I've been admiring you for quite a long time but I've never found the courage to speak up before," he smiled, introducing himself. I smiled shaking his hands, "I'm Rachel," Jayce then suddenly took my hand moving to my lips, planting a gentle kiss on it. "Do you mind going on a date with me, tomorrow,"

**David’s POV** I watch as the hospital room transforms into an impromptu courtroom, the stark white walls and medical equipment serving as a somber backdrop for Jessica's confession. She's propped up in her hospital bed, a shadow of her former self, her movement limited and her speech slightly slurred from the stroke. Yet, there's a clarity in her eyes that suggests she's fully aware of the gravity of her words. Jessica: (voice weak but clear) It started when I returned to the US to manage my father's shares at the hospital. Michael was my obsession and my gateway back into power, but he kept secrets. I knew he was hiding something... or someone.

Laughing, Jessica had pushed the chair into its current spot. Jenny retrieved her notebook and pen from the side table drawer and watched as Jessica flounced onto the bed, smoothing her skirts with perfectly manicured hands. Everything about Jessica exuded femininity. Her hair was pulled up in a tight bun, with soft tendrils cascading down her well-defined cheeks. Her small, yet inviting figure was tightly bound by a black halter top, with the fabric almost sheer. Her neck was graced with a thin red choker and a small golden heart.