Jessica Hall Series Novels & Stories

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.

Their heads snapped toward me, and they started to rise, but when they noticed Dean was already at my side, they settled back into their seats. Dean sighed. “Mi alma, you should’ve called one of us. You know you’re not supposed to wander around alone. Where’s Jackson?” His eyes darted around, searching for him. I shrugged. “No idea—he wasn’t there when I woke up. And honestly, it was just down the hall. You all act like I’ll shatter at any second,” I teased. They didn’t seem to find it funny—four low growls rumbled in response.

"No, it's still going. I forgot an important file. It's in the study, top left drawer of the desk—blue folder. Can you bring it over now? I'll text you the address. The company needs it right away." I made my voice tight and stressed. "Right now? I... I was about to go to bed." "Casey, this is for my job. Please, it's really important. Just leave now and bring it to the front of the third-floor banquet hall at H Hotel. Tell the staff you're looking for Jessica. I'll be waiting. Hurry, okay?" I softened my voice with just a hint of pleading. "...Fine, give me a sec, I need to throw on clothes."

She was too close to me, and neither Bruce nor Maddox had time to stop her. Just as the blade was about to pierce my heart, I took a step to the side. I was unharmed, but Jessica wasn't so lucky. She tripped over the autopsy table, and the scalpel in her hand plunged straight into her own neck. She died on the spot. Along with the blood flowing out of her body, a cursed worm emerged—it was the mother worm. I took out a small box and put the mother worm into it. Then, I stuffed the box into my pocket.

Señora Sheilla kept swearing when she returned to the Mansion. Her head only got hotter to this day Alysia still cannot be found. She has been looking for it for several days. But, it was still not found she did not know now where to find it. She knew it would come back and she wouldn’t let that day happen. But she was not afraid because even before it left the Mansion, all of Domenick's property had been transferred to her name. She doesn't have any money anymore, she has all her money and she can't do anything else.

He'd made up a story about an uncashed paycheck just to get Jessi's new number. The lying felt necessary. He just had to. Using the number, his hacker contact searched for her new residence and located her soon enough. It didn't take a day. Jessiah had been pretty careful with her digital and online trails, but like everyone else, she couldn't keep her new day-to-day life a top secret. As his dwindling patience endured the waiting game, Jenson looked out the window to check the supermarket entrance again. Still no sign of her. The hacker said she worked as the shift manager here, right after moving to Raleigh. Why didn't Jessi mention her parents had plans to move out of Minnesota? Or was it

“Oh, Jessica, court takes time. And while you’re busy fighting, the board will lose faith in you. The shareholders will jump ship. By the time the truth comes out, there’ll be nothing left for you to fight for.” Jessica’s jaw clenched. She wanted to scream, to throw something, to wipe that smug smirk off his face. But she took a deep breath, forcing herself to stay calm. “We’ll see about that,” she said, her voice cold and steady. Nelson chuckled, grabbing his briefcase. “Indeed, we will. Good luck, Jessica. You’ll need it.” With that, he walked out, his laughter echoing down the hallway. --- Jessica sat back down, her hands gripping the edge of the table. “Mr. Hendricks,” she said, her voic

Wendy froze at the doorway, completely unprepared for the sight before her. Jessica was sitting on the edge of the hospital bed. Stanley, dressed in his patient gown, lay there still unconscious. Jessica reached out, gently caressing Stanley's handsome face, her gaze lingering with a strange, intimate warmth. Halsey's voice broke the silence. "Jessica, what are you doing here?" Jessica turned and saw Wendy and Halsey standing at the door. She stood up immediately and walked over to Wendy, curling her lips into a sly smile.

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.