Novel & Cerita Jessica Hall Series

Deacon felt his chest for his shaman necklace and then remembered that it was the second time Wynn compelled him. “You don’t perhaps have a shaman necklace?” Jessica placed her hand on her chest and found that she was not wearing her necklace. “He is fast,” she sighed and fell down on her bed. “Geuss, we are talking,” Deacon said and sat on Ann’s bed, across from her. “You tried to kill me, so I have nothing to say to you,” Jessica spat and stubbornly turned her back on him.

They turned tail, disappearing into the dark woods with high-pitched yelps. “Let them run,” I growled through the link, shifting back to my human form. I stood there, half naked and covered in blood, the adrenaline making my vision vibrate. “They’ll lead the rest of the pack away if we’re lucky.” “We need to go,” Jax said, wiping his blade on his thigh. “The scent of this blood hunt more enemies.” I turned back to Jessica. She was awake now, sitting up against the rock, her eyes wide with a mixture of terror and something else amaze. She had watched us kill the second time. She had seen the monsters we were.

I’d proposed, Tami had accepted and now, a year down the road, we were in a loveless relationship with a baby on the way. Coming out of my thoughts, I gazed at the files littering my desk, each one a story of a lost soul. On the most recent case file, the name "JESSICA BOYD" was typed neatly across the top of the folder. Jessica was the latest in a string of young women who had vanished without a trace, leaving behind nothing but whispers of a killer’s secret.

The present day… Hugo sat in the hotel room, staring out of the window. Gabriel’s words echoed in his ears. It had been a while since Hugo had killed the Bratva leader’s son. There had been no retaliation from Ivan. When Camila disappeared from his mansion with the American architect, he had doubted that there was a Russian hand behind it but his doubts faded when he found his Camila reemerge as Jessica in a remote town in Nebraska. He had ordered his men to secure her house so he could meet her in person. He awaited the confirmation and stared at nothingness outside the window. Everything was dark. Only a handful of neon lights and screens were visible. His phone buzzed. It was a call from

After lunch, Chris wanted to first take Jessica back to the Wilder Group, then head back to the hospital himself. While waiting at a traffic light, Jessica said, “Actually, finding the will is very important to us. We can trace the people behind the Hall family.” Chris said, “Then where do you think such an important thing could be kept by Sir Hall? Did Sir Hall really have no one he particularly trusted? Didn’t Jaden’s mother have any relatives?” According to Jessica’s investigation, there were none.

One cuff slipped free. In a blur of motion fueled by adrenaline, anger, and something deeper. Jessica lunged forward and slammed her shoulder into Hale. The older woman stumbled back, hitting the table. Jessica ripped off the remaining cuff, grabbed the nearest metal tray, and hurled it toward the control panel. Sparks flew. The lights flickered out. Gunfire erupted in the hallway. Then the door burst open, and there he was Romeo, bruised, bleeding, furious. "Jess!" She ran to him, and for the first time since the world fell apart, everything else faded.

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.

Inside, a diamond earring shimmered in the afternoon sun—a unique, high-end piece that screamed of wealth. "Care to explain how this luxurious earring ended up at a blood-stained crime scene in a low-rent hotel?" Cliffer asked. "And don't play dumb with me, Jessica. I know about your constant visits to Mama G. I know about your obsession with Isabella Sterling. I know you were looking for dirt, and I think you found something you couldn't handle." Jessica’s face went from flushed to a ghostly, chalky white. She stared at the earring, her breath hitching in her throat.

He paused, taking his eyes back to Jack, “I will fight for what I want.” After Elias spoke these words, he disappeared into the shadows. Jessica was expecting something heated after those threats, but he was gone as quickly as he arrived. With a sigh of relief, Jessica figured that the encounters with these men wouldn’t be so terrible after all. The remaining time of the funeral seemed to pass by in a blur. Jessica’s mind wandered through the events that had occurred today, realising she had missed the Eulogy. Her head was whirling with so many unanswered questions. Who were these mysterious alphas who were so keen to be near her? And why did they seem eerily informative about what happened