Jessica Lee Moore Novels & Stories

GIDEON'S POV I'd been watching Jess Moore for six days before I said a single word about it to anyone. Six days of noticing things without really letting myself label them. You know how that goes sometimes. The detail sits right there at the edge of your brain, but you keep it half out of focus because admitting it feels too big. She was Tanya's roommate. On paper, she looked completely normal. Second year at Moonstone, standard classes, that easy, friendly vibe that always seemed a little too perfect. Like she'd figured out exactly how much warmth to dial up to make people like her.

Yesterday he was practically begging me for another chance and now today he is acting like he doesn't even know me. *** "Calm down, Jessica, otherwise we will wind up wrapped around a tree in no time," I chuckle. "Oh, shut up!" Jessica giggles excitedly as she continues jumping up and down on the driver's seat over a song of Ariana Grande's. I think it's called 7 Rings. She's the biggest Ariana Grande fan I know. Infact, she might be biggest one in the whole world. She continues singing. "Yeah, breakfast at Tiffany's and bottles of bubbles

Pearl let out a yell. "I... I didn't! You did it to Esme, and now you're doing it to me as well! I can't take another instance of your deceitful behavior! I am aware that I am not wealthy, and I also do not have anyone who is supporting me up; but, I have aspirations, and one of them is to become a great model; thus, I beg you, please do not drag me down." Jessica collapsed to the ground while she continued to sob.

Jessica began as her eyes swept through her audience until it focused on the camera, creating a telepathic connection between her and everyone who was watching. "As you all know, I am Jessica Hemsworth, wife of Justin Hemsworth. What most of you don't know is my past life before I became a wife to Justin Hemsworth but I am going to reveal all that to you all now," she forced a smile, one that almost immediately faded away and was replaced by a serious demeanor.

This Jessa… is different. Her hair falls in soft, glossy waves around her face, framing her warm brown eyes. She’s wearing a simple black dress, the kind that hugs her curves just enough to show them off without trying too hard. There’s a hint of color on her lips, a touch of shimmer on her cheeks. She looks… breathtaking. Like someone completely new. My throat goes dry, and for a second, I forget how to breathe. ⸻ Whispers ripple through the crowd. “Is that Jessa Lombardi?”

she said "But I'm not, I want to get rid of this child, I'm not ready to be a mother and there's no way I'll give birth to the child of my captor" Amira said "My lady, with all due respect speak no more. You will be just the perfect mother for this innocent child. Do not punish the child for the sins of the father, besides your wedding is just by the corner" Selina preached

Julie walked up to the CEO, who was with her parents. "Miss, the show is about to start," she said. "All right, Julie. I'll be right there," Jessi replied. "Dad, Mom, let's go in!" Jessi invited her parents. Jessi was so happy—it was the emotion she had been waiting for. She smiled and muttered to herself, 'Mr. Hans Leonard Karl, you can't beat Jessica Anastasya Moris.' However, just as she was about to enter the room, Jessi suddenly grabbed her head.

demanded the lady. "yes miss Jane. both our seatbelts are tightened except yours." responded jade. "Alright. mine is as well. shall we?" "back home?" inquired peter jokingly. "you wish." responded jane. In a few seconds, Jane's had set to start the engine. underground. (Hell). Down the alleys of the different walls that held the steaming flames of fire laid a young woman on a rock unconscious. Dressed in a torn short black dress. brown short head in her late twenties.

The door to the room screeched and Jessica is reminded this wasn't her room but Nathan's, it revealed the last person she wanted to face. The Luna mother, Luna Avery. Her hair was wrapped in a tight bun dressed in her usual flowy gown that fell to her ankles. Jessica might have or might not have said too much under the influence yesternight. She has been living with the burden of her atrocities that night she murdered Kiara. Was she remorseful of her actions? No, she badly wanted to share it and when she found Kiara survived her murder attempt she wanted someone to console her. Luna Avery weirdly made her available and might have heard the most heinous sins committed by her son's new mate.

Just a couple of clients visiting; no big deal. Fiona shot back, "Who do you think Jessica is? She wouldn’t bother unless those men were worth her time. Even without looking, you can tell they're handsome by how eagerly she’s parading them around. She’s clearly hunting." Jessica was indeed a piece of work. With an inflated sense of her attractiveness, she put on airs, never uttered a truth, loved freebies, and then flaunted these small gains on social media as if they were grand gestures of friendship, earning her the nickname "Drama Queen."