Jessica Pitch Perfect Novels & Stories

I didn't pine after lost loves or wonder about what-ifs. "Get up, you beautiful mess!" Jessica's voice rang through my room as she burst through the door, her pregnant belly leading the way. She was dressed in a flowing periwinkle summer dress that made her look radiant, her dark hair cascading in perfect waves. A delicate gold necklace gleamed at her throat – Alexander's anniversary gift. "No more moping around in bed!" I groaned, pulling the covers over my head. "Jess, I just want to stay in today. Bask in my achievements, you know? Maybe paint a little..." I burrowed deeper into the sheets, knowing fully well that my friend would not take no for an answer.

I miss Aunt Beatrice's drama, the yelling and everything. I drop the phone and turn to Jessica. “I’m in,” I say, unable to keep the excitement out of my voice. Jessica grins. “This is going to be epic. Now, let’s get you a dress that will make Caspian Hart forget all about his billions.”

"So you and Layne, huh? Gettin' freaky on the side of the road. Didn't think you had it in you, Hollywood." A small smile played on Jessica's face as she cut her eyes over to the other woman. Gradually, a laugh bubbled up from deep within her throat, and she continued until tears ran down her face. This time, however, those tears were good tears. Tears born of laughter and a memory that she would always keep with her. "That wasn't Jessica. That was Felicity Heart," she gasped, laughing harder. "We should totally get Felicity Heart up on stage at Wet Wanda's. We could put a wig on you and turn the lights down real low in the club. It could be research."

Jessica and her friends took a seat, acting all high and mighty. Her stare fixed on me, as she gave me a wave with a devilish grin across her face. "Asshole. I'm not stupid, " I groaned, getting myself ready. The coach arrived and started the audition. One by one the girls came forward performing their stunts. Everyone cheered at them, showing their support for the contestants. But Jessica yawned like it was boring, clapping slughishly. "Next up, Carla Parker, " The coach called my name, and there was a sudden uproar of cheers coming from those present.

Her posture stiffened, and the color drained from her face. "Oh no," she whispered. Victor noticed first. “Jess?” Jessica didn’t answer immediately. She stood, brows furrowed, and stepped aside to take the call that followed. Her voice was hushed, urgent. I exchanged a look with Victor. Alicia set her tea down. When Jessica returned, she looked like she’d just walked through a thunderstorm. “There’s a problem,” she said, her tone clipped. Victor stood. “What kind of problem?” Jessica glanced at Wendy, then at me. “Someone’s circulating a Velvet Vibe perfume we didn’t release.”

” Becca ~”You both shut up a give me four tequilas. Jenni ~”Can't you count tonight?” Becca ~”Jenni!” Jenni ~”I know, shut up.” Mike ~”We have a bachelor's in VIP tonight, you going to be stuck between their group tonight.” Becca ~”The whole VIP one bachelor’s?” Mike ~”Yes so get your tight asses over there.” Becca ~”Mike!” Jenni ~”Are you ready for a bunch of horny assholes?” Becca ~”I hope we are allowed to kick them in the nuts.”

"Alright, stop talking like you only got married to get divorced." Jex mumbled something unintelligible under his breath and dropped the topic, opening a webpage and pointing at it. "Jessica really latched onto a wealthy backer this time, doing everything by the book. She's copying our strategy—starting with promoting her identity as a web novelist and then adapting it into a film. But her selling point is her beauty."

CHAPTER 67 BACKLASH "This can not happen to me, never!" Jessica shouted as she hung up the call with her secretary, she called her to reveal the lastest news that was trending on entertainments that morning and it sure was not good for Jessica. Not after all she had done to make sure, she got the position of the lead role of that particular movie only for a mere upcoming wanna be actress like Isabella to be given the role. She had actually gone herself to bluefins entertainment company after her secretary had written to them severally but had not received any reply from them and had met up with Ralph just because she wanted to be the female lead if the movie.

“You were declared dead.” Jessica smiled faintly. “Dead is a word people use when they stop understanding.” “You faked it.” Jessica tilted her head. “Faked? Maybe. Or maybe I evolved.” She walked around the tanks, her reflection warping in the glass. “Do you know what this place was?” she asked. “Ethan’s dream. Henderson Company wanted more than power, they wanted perfection. Flesh that could be rewritten.” Olivia’s chest tightened. “You’re lying.” “Am I?” Jessica said softly. “Look at the files. Look at the names. You’re in there too.”

The scent of designer perfume warfted in the air. A tissue was suddenly offered toward her. Delilah reached for it automatically, grateful, eyes still lowered. But just before her fingers touched it… the tissue slipped. Or rather… was dropped. It floated to the ground before hitting the tile. Delilah blinked, confused, and bent to retrieve it. Then came the voice… unmistakably mocking. “Is this what brides do now? Cry alone in the bathroom on their wedding day. ” Her head snapped up. Venessa.