Jessica Nolan Novels & Stories

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.

“Lesion. Possible lesion. We don’t know yet. That’s why we scan.” Noah looked at the bassinet. “He just fell asleep.” “So wake him.” “No.” Jessica stared at him in disbelief. “Noah—” “He’s had a bad day. He was kidnapped. He gets to sleep.” The room went still. Jessica’s frustration became something darker. “You think this is noble?” she said quietly. “You think being charming while dying is noble?” Noah’s jaw tightened. “I’m not dying.” “No? Then stop acting like a man who’s already making sentimental decisions for everyone else.”

Lana's POV The air in the study turned to glass. Ronan’s quiet question hung between us, sharp enough to cut. My gaze flicked from his stony face back to the glowing screen, to those damning words: She’s just playing with you. All the confusion, the fear, the swirling emotions of the past week crystallized into a single, cold point of betrayal. “Who is Jess?” I asked, my voice deceptively flat. He didn’t move from the doorway, a silent sentinel blocking my exit. “A contact. From a long time ago.”

she repeated, surprised. Elena nodded, tense, waiting for Ms. Jessica's answer. "Oh, Miss Hazel with the brown eyes, yes!" Ms. Jessica said enthusiastically. Elena grew more excited, nodding emphatically. "Oh, she comes here often, but I'm not sure what she does for work," Ms. Jessica explained, which made Elena frown again. "Huh, what do you mean, ma'am?" Elena asked, confused. "Well, they say she's a secret agent, miss!" Ms. Jessica said, now speaking in the fluent style of women her age.

“Excuse me?” “I’m not running again.” The diner was very quiet. From somewhere outside came the muffled sound of a truck engine and the ordinary distant noise of the street distracting us while the conversation was happening inside. Gia stared at me. “Nina. Jessica is not some minor complication. She has power now, real power, the kind that came from what you accidentally did to her. She is not the discarded Luna who showed up crying at borders anymore. She is something different and something actively dangerous and she wants to find you.”

Knowing that it was of no use to say it, Ethan nodded and went outside. But after a while, Ethan walked in again and said, "Mr. Maddox, I just called Director Bacchus. He told me Madam said that she was not available lately. Maybe we should arrange the shooting when Madam has time..." Christian narrowed his eyes. ‘Jessica...is deliberately avoiding me?’ * In fact, Jessica was really busy. Of course, she was also somehow avoiding him. The girl group show in Jakesville had started, and Jessica had devoted herself to it. In the eyes of the scenarist-director group, she was working much too hard, but she actually had a selfish motive.

“Like the Luna, as an actor, I also need to keep my physique in peak form. Some of the roles can certainly be challenging. I truly feel as if I will excel in this event.” Nathan nodded at Bridget. Then he, and the cameras, turned to Jessica. Jessica stared back for a minute, until Nathan made a gesture to indicate she should be talking. “I, uh… I’m not particularly athletic… I have other qualities…” She lowered her head. “But I’ll do my best.” Nathan and the cameras went around the circle. They skipped over Nicholas and Julian and landed on Veronica. Veronica still hadn’t looked up from her book. I wasn’t sure she had listened to Nathan at all. Did she even know what the event was?

The dress was all she wore. The men howled, pounding the tables. "Take it off! Take it off!" Jessica watched gleefully. This was the seductive woman who had ensnared Stanley and Samuel. Tonight, she would be reduced to a cheap spectacle. Phone in hand, Jessica began recording. This footage would ruin Wendy. The brilliant Dr. Ceylan, the untouchable Jolin, would be exposed as a tramp. Her reputation would shatter. "Let the show begin," Jessica muttered.

Then the armies erupted again—wolves howling in triumph, vampires screeching in rage. Nolan stumbled back toward Ethan, sweat and blood streaking his face. "That’s one general down. But three more are still out there." Nolan said panting. Stella’s voice rang across the field, steady and urgent. "And they’ll only get stronger now. The King won’t like this embarrassment." Jessica shifted back into human form, standing beside Ethan. Her body ached, but her eyes blazed with determination. "Let him be angry. Let him know we’re coming for him." She said.