Jessica The Book Novels & Stories

Jamie hesitated, then replied coldly, “She has a lot of them.” Jessica smirked. “Good. Then I want you to uncover every bone, every secret and everything she tried to hide — from the press, maybe even from the board. You give me that, and I give you something better.” Jamie raised a brow. “What could you possibly offer me?” Jessica reached into her clutch and tossed a small black flash drive onto the table. “I know your business you stole from Raine isn't hitting the heights you and Kai wanted…” Jamie froze wondering who Jessica really was and how she had all these means.

She put her tea down and hugged Rebecca, whispering something in her ear while all I could do was watch them, trying my best not to interrupt and let Rebecca do her work. The examination didn't take long, she leave Jessica some ointment for her bruises and told me to put ice packs on her cheeks every couple of hours. "Jessica is resting." Rebecca opened the conversation as she was out of the bedroom and meet in the living room to discuss about Jess. "...she's physically okay, her hands would probably need some extra care. But she needs to see Dr. Sheridan soon, she needs to understand the situation with Kayleigh." "Yeah, I'll set it up for tomorrow morning. She's... Kayleigh has DID, she kil

What an odd bunch of problematic vamps, to say the least. "Booked a flight yet?" Jessi asked with a squint that narrowed her long-lashed brown eyes. They appeared deep-set under dim lights, but quite oriental in some angles whenever she didn't wear makeup. "Not yet." "Credit or debit?" "I'll just buy tickets at the airport." Jenson looked away and tried not to scowl. He just couldn't be bothered to go online to buy himself a plane ticket to a city he didn't even like. "So you'll be back Sunday night?"

And the resiliency of her spirit. Ksenia pointed to Jessa. Jessa sighed. "I'm Jessa. Wickedly good with a scalpel and sewing people back up. Pregnant, I get to sit at home and help with information inter- and extrapolation. I'm a good critical thinker-when I'm not overrun with baby hormones. And I'm always good for a joke."

she said brightly, thrusting the books into my arms without so much as a warning. I staggered slightly under the weight, blinking at her. “What are these?” Jessica beamed, looking far too pleased with herself. “Books on pregnancy, of course! I want you to finish reading them all. There’s so much to learn about what’s best for the baby!” I stared at the stack, the titles screaming words like ‘prenatal nutrition’, ‘what to expect when you're expecting’, and ‘perfect parenting from day one’. Inwardly, I cried.

Vicky exclaimed in disappointment. Jessica who was on her knees also looked on in surprise at what Vicky had uncovered. She was awed and looked on in surprise. Vicky's hard work had paid off somehow. All these while Jessica had believed that Vicky was only wasting her time but with the recent information she had uncovered, well this meant a lot. "Where's the other part of this book?" Jessica asked. A look of disappointment and distress washed over Vicky's face instantly. "This is the last bit of the book Jessica." She said sadly. This is the only part that has survived the poorly managed library."

Because for the first time in months, a possibility had emerged that frightened her more than Ethan Blake. The possibility that she was slowly becoming the very thing Henri had spent years trying to protect her from. And for the first time, she wasn't entirely sure whether she wanted that possibility to be false. Outside, the city slept. Inside her apartment, Jessica lay awake staring into the darkness. The notebook remained locked inside her bag. Closed. Untouched. Yet somehow it felt closer than ever. Waiting. Patient. Like a door she knew she shouldn't open again. And already planning to.

Claimed by the Arrogant Alpha . Chapter 6: do not judge a book by its cover . Jessica wrapped her arms around herself as a chilly breeze whipped through the air, slapping her face and causing her to inhale sharply. Winter was almost here and Jessica was looking forward to it. She loved snuggling into warm blankets, sipping on steaming tea, taking long baths; she loved how the warmth contrasted against the cold. Jessica smiled lazily. She stepped around trees with practiced ease as she made her way to her own little clearing. That sense of loneliness from last night had dulled but it was still very much present, almost as if it was just waiting for the right moment to strike when Jessica was

It was a popular foreign novel, so she flipped through a few pages. However, as soon as she opened the book, she saw a letter sandwiched between the pages, with the words [To Liv] written on it. ‘For me? ‘From who?’ Out of curiosity, she placed the book aside and started reading the letter. The more she read, the more she felt weird about it. Chills ran down her spine. This was the letter that Jess wrote for her before she passed away. ‘Why is Jess’s letter to me with Zac? ‘Why did Zac never give me this letter…’

Although not yet deleted the one below him. She felt the hardness of its manhood. Agh! Fuck! He was so obsessed with what it did. As they swapped seats they rolled in the water. That is no barrier to cutting off their burning bodies. It feels good to make it under the waterfall. You can no longer feel the cold water. Because of the feeling that it is getting hot. In what they did with Third endlessly. Underwater. I temporarily forget people are chasing them. They come up out of the water. She was the work of the Third, landed on the wide rock. It looks like it was accidentally placed here. Because of