Jessica Jones Novel Novels & Stories

I gradually read through the lines until I got to a point, I made a stop. It was said that though the winter wolves were known for their white fur, they had werewolves among them of which are said to have special gifts given directly by the moon Goddess. However, Jessica turned out to be one of them, if only my guess is right. She did say her parents died in a car accident, could it be they actually died in a car accident? Or were they killed or something? What if someone who knows everything about her was after her life? Someone who knows how important she is. But then... who could that be?

As for Jessica, he saw that behind the woman was a little girl full of… life, finding happiness in the smallest trivial things like discovering the little Shakespeare and company’s book store behind an antique coffee shop and knowing by heart about James Joyce, Hemingway, and Gertrude Stein from the early nineteen twenties (1920’s) When on the other side was able to make him harden without a touch. The reality sunk in, Lucas hasn’t been in company of a woman from the time when his father got sick and with what escalated after that from his new responsibilities in the family business and what happened with his brother Jack at Monte-Carlo, his suspicions about Rose Deveron to this late inciden

She had risked too many things to give up on Jack. She can't give up and she'll never will. Even its the last thing she'll do, she'll have Jack for herself . Jack is hers and hers alone. "Move the car" she said in cold voice and the driver droved away from that vicinity. Who is she? She no other than Jessica Knights. Chapter 47 Author's pov The car pulled up and Jessica got down from the car. She paid the taxi driver and brought out her luggage from the car trunk. She pulled the luggage behind her and walked to the front porch of a building in the area and knocked on the door.

Jessica’s POV I stood in the middle of a clearing, wrapped in suffocating darkness so thick it felt alive, pressing against my skin like an unseen force. A chorus of whispers slithered through the air, seeping into my mind, threading through my thoughts like poison. I strained to decipher the voices, but they were like a flood—murmurs overlapping, drowning each other out. Then, a single voice cut through the chaos—sharp and haunting. "I told you you'd be mine, Jessica."

“What about Otsana? I didn’t come here to get comfortable, Jessica. I came to take her back.” Jessica sighed, her expression patient but tired. “Relax, Ralph. I’ll go get her for you. You can’t go there yourself. There are guards everywhere, but I can get past them. I’m Noah’s sister, remember?” Before I could argue, Jasper stepped forward, a mischievous grin on his face. “You’re amazing, Jessica. Seriously. You’re brave, smart, and honestly… beautiful.” Jessica’s cheeks turned pink as she glanced at him shyly. “Thank you, Jasper. That’s… sweet of you.”

Broken By the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Four Jessica's POV My head felt foggy like an internal battle with swords, dragons, and horses. Extreme lighting peeked into my eyes and I winced before slowly opening my eyes and a different view serenades. Did I die and go to heaven? The room wasn't far from an exotic bedroom that cost a huge buck, from the huge bed to the glassy walls in those high budget movies and the walls were artistically painted. It was extremely furnished, something I'd love.

Did I forget how many bottles of alcohol I drowned in self pity. He had to have a taste. I'll die trying. My hone rang. It was the station. Jessica Williams was dead. Someone murdered her. My heart stopped. Someone murdered Jessica. Could that be the real killer that was after me? Was Jessica just a distraction? Fear gripped me.

Like she'd seen a ghost. Enzo guided me to the main table. He lifted his champagne, gave it a lazy swirl, then looked out at the room. He didn't raise his voice. Didn't need to. "Let me introduce my fiancée—Jessica." Silence slammed the room. Zoya couldn't hold back. "Jessica?" Sharp. Mean. "Which Jessica? Don't tell me it's THAT Jessica Rossi—the one who sold out her family and murdered her own brother seven years ago before rotting in prison."

“I don’t even know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m drowning in them. Joaquin with his walls, Javier with his fire—I can’t catch my breath.” Jessy tugged me forward until my forehead rested on her shoulder. She smelled like tea and vanilla lotion, grounding and safe. “Then stay here. No brothers. No contracts. Just you. You don’t have to figure this out in one night, Haven.” The sob caught me off guard, muffled against her hoodie. “Thank you.” “Always,” she whispered. Then, because she couldn’t help herself, she added, “Also, for the record, you’ve got both Greyson brothers wrapped around your finger. That’s peak romance-novel heroine energy, babe.”

CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED AND ONE JESSICA Point of View A knock on my door came. Three sharp raps, authoritative and impatient. Jonathan pushed the door open, his broad frame filling the entrance. Light from the corridor spilled around him, casting his shadow long across my floor. His face bore the same impassive expression he always wore in public, but there was something else there tonight. A glint of satisfaction in his eyes that made my stomach tighten. "Jessica," he said, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. The space immediately felt smaller, the air heavier with his presence. I straightened my shoulders, lifting my chin slightly. "Jonathan." He moved further into the room