Jessica Hall Series Novels & Stories

Richard stood up, ready to chase after her. "Leave her," Mrs. Davison commanded firmly. "She needs to be alone right now." *** "If I can't have Daniel, then I'll settle for Ryan and destroy Adrienne in the process. I will make sure that Daniel and Ryan will never be able to return to her," Juliette said defiantly in the waiting room. "Ma'am, it's time," a woman notified Juliette. Confidently, Juliette stood up and made her way to the conference hall. The room was filled with anticipation as journalists from various news outlets took their seats. Cameras were set up, microphones were tested, and the air was thick with curiosity.

It was a warning. While Cassandra sat beside me, busy tapping on her phone to book the flight, she suddenly paused. Her lips curled into a small smile, then a quiet giggle escaped her. “You might want to see this,” Cassandra said. I glanced at her briefly, irritation already written across my face. “I’m driving,” I snapped. “Just tell me what it is.” Cassandra turned her phone slightly toward me, though she knew I couldn’t look properly. “It’s a headline,” she said, excitement creeping into her voice. “The Harrison family’s missing daughter. They just made it public. There’s a reward involved too.”

I stroked her hair until I was too tired to move, then drifted off to sleep. Flames reared up all around me. The heat licked at my skin, blackening it. It flaked away, falling into the fire. Jarek lay nearby, his eyes wide and unfocused as blood pooled around him from his torn-open throat. Denric gasped, his breath rattling in his lungs. Mina, Marianne, Ruby, Quinn, Joe, Zach… their bodies lay in pieces all around me. Jessa stood in the middle of the mess, drenched in blood. She smiled, a grisly heart in her hand.

Even unconscious, she flinches like she’s waiting for the next blow. Something tightens in my chest. That pisses me off. “She needs a doctor,” I say. “We can’t just bring” “I don’t care,” I interrupt. “Call one. Now. The quiet kind.” The kind who doesn’t ask questions. The kind who understands what discretion is worth. One of the men moves immediately. Good. I stand slowly, scanning the room again with new eyes. There’s blood on the floor—faint smears from when we carried her in. Drops I hadn’t noticed before. Drops that tell a story I don’t like.

Then he turned and walked toward Jessica. Jessica sat on the floor, looking up at him. Jeremy knelt before her, lifted the scalpel, and drew a single, brutal line from her cheekbone down to her jaw. The wound split open, and blood began to pour down her face. Jessica let out a scream so sharp it seemed to rattle the room. "Jeremy, you cut the wrong person!" Jeremy seized her wrist, hauled her upright, and pinned her against the wall. He scooped up a pile of papers from the floor and hurled them at her.

Chapter Sixty-Four Jessica opened her eyes at last; it took her a minute to adjust to the darkness around her. Her eyes widened when she realized her mouth was covered in a thick cloth and her hands were tied above her head. she looked around realizing she was on the floor tied and wearing nothing but a shirt . her mind coming out of the haze she was in she remembered getting out of Lucas’ shower, and putting on one of his shirts the memories from then were all blurry , flashbacks of her being carried away by someone came to mind as flew as soon as she heard a loud thud outside.

“Now that’s funny.” “Jessica isn’t your real name, stupid,” L’oana insisted. She turned to Jack, “Tell me her real name.” “Let’s get moving,” he said without looking at her. “Tell me or I’ll go on ahead and announce your arrival!” she threatened. “I was never told her real name for security purposes,” Jack explained resentfully. “Then you,” she looked at Sergeant Org, “You must know.” “We’re moving on now and I’ll hear no more nonsense about warning anyone of our whereabouts,” the sergeant said firmly. “If you even think it, I’ll know and I guarantee it’ll be the last thing you think.”

I was still in a truce when a hand grabbed my leg. "She's here". James called weakly as I kicked his hand away and ran up the stairs, Felix shoot at the stairs but I leaned on the wall and when he reloaded I dashed up the stairs again and made my way up the stairs towards my room, I didn't hear any footsteps so I suspected that he was afraid to come up because I might have another surprise for him. My door refused to open. "It's Jessica". I said weakly but the door didn't open and I heard footsteps and I ran into the visitors room.

Knowing that she could no longer conceal it, Jessica smiled in an effort to lighten the mood, "I had an accident there, and I did undergo a surgery." Hazel could tell that Jessica was unwilling to disclose any details. Not inclined to persist with her questioning, she held Jessica's hand and said, "You were lucky to get out of that place quick enough! I broke out in a cold sweat after hearing Hawley's account of what happened in that castle! Those fops are all heartless bastards!" A smile touched Jessica's lips.

It was missing, and I felt my skin was tight, my blood too thin. "Still awaiting a rescue, little Omega?” It was a voice as smooth as silk rubbing on a knife. I did not have to turn around to realize that it was Vanya. She was standing in the door, wrapped in furs which must have cost as much as my stepfather was worth. She was fair, and smelled--sweet lilies and metal--and it would not go well with the sea salt of my own. “You look pathetic, Jessica,” I mused, going into the cell. The orange glow reflected the wicked gleam in her eyes. “Deprived of your rogue defenders, trembling in a cage. It almost fills me with pity towards you. Almost."