Novel & Cerita Jessica The Book

Without a second thought, she stormed over to the black-haired girl and ripped her headphones off. “Hey! What the fuck?!” the black-haired girl exclaimed, grabbing her headphones back from Jessica. “I was trying to introduce myself,” Jessica said, folding her arms across her chest. “I’m Jessica.” “Well, fuck you, Jessica,” the black-haired girl hissed. “Don’t touch my headphones. I’m busy.” Jessica leaned forward on her toes to look at the black-haired girl’s sketchbook. “Hmm,” she said, sounding genuinely intrigued. “You’re good. Like, really good. That’s one of my favorite characters.”

I wasn't a moon goddess anymore. I was just Jessica—the girl who had been sold for gambling debts, now covered in the mud of a world that wanted to consume her. Jax didn't stop. He didn't even look down at me. His grip on my thighs and back tightened until it was borderline painful, his leather bracers biting into my skin. "Thorne’s trackers have ears like bats, Jessica. Every word you speak is a beacon. You talk, we die. And I don't plan on dying in a hole because you’re feeling stubborn."

She took one and unwrapped it before she made her way to the room’s door. Jess had not run into anybody yet, but the bigger problem is she had no idea where she was and how to get out of her. As she made it down the hall, two voices could be heard, Jess turned the first doorknob she could find and run into the room. She softly closed the door and pressed herself against the wall hoping that now one could see her through the glass part of the door. When she heard the voices start to become distant, she left out a breath she was holding in. Jessica took a step away from the wall and moved deeper into the room. It was clearly an office. The walls were lined with books, most had medical terms al

Gamma Alex explains. “Damn it,” she sighs, punching the steering wheel. * Later in the afternoon Athena P.O.V “I think I found something,” Jess says, and leans across the table to give me the book she’s reading. I look over the page, not really understanding what I’m looking at. “Is this for the Crescent Warriors, or for Cassia?” I ask. “Oh, I’ve already worked out how to break Cassia’s spell. We just need to choose the right time to do it,” Jess explains.

I ask and she pouts childishly before spreading herself on my sofa. "Don't be silly bro. I would not be here if I had my credit cards. Mom blocked all my cards and now, I'm broke as fuck so I need money." She replies and I chuckle. I'm not actually surprised by this since mom and Jessica fight so much and it's probably because they're so alike. Both are two bitchy and rebellious hotheads and they both have a terrible temper. "Earth to Liam. Come back home bro." Jessie's voice yells distracting me from my thoughts.

she whispered, walking from the room. ~~~ Jessica did not drink or smoke, but she craved a cigarette and a shot of crown. She always craved a cigarette and a shot of whiskey when dealing with Yada. Yada seemed to do that to her, drag her into her world and vices. She looked at the notebook, debating whether to keep reading or just shut it and forget she ever received it. Running her hands along her face, she just stared at the pages.

She also had a weird way of completely covering up her body in subtle ways like baggy shirts and jeans and it always made me question because at some point, I had seen her body and I knew what it looked like without all the layers of clothes protecting it. And it was perfect. Even if the incident had been a mistake, it was still on the list of my top most beautiful mistakes and there was not a part of me that regretted walking into her room that particular day. Although, we had been younger Jessy’s strong Alpha genes had always been good to her. She hit puberty earlier than the rest of us and she owned the shit out of it. I could only imagine what her wolf looked like and how strong it had t

she continues as she watches him. “Jessica is a very quiet child who loves her arts and crafts. She was a pup that had been left with the hospital. Her mother left her there and then cut her connection to the pack and fled. We believe she had post-partum depression. She was only three weeks old when she came to us. She can be a little reserved and quiet, but when she trusts you, she won't stop chattering... as you can probably tell from her little argument with Jericho. She is three also and will turn four just two weeks after little Jericho.” Tia explains as she laughs at the two. How could I ever choose between them? How could I ever take Jericho from Jessica or vice versa?

Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally

~JESSICA POV~ I've never wanted to kill someone as much as I do right now, but my mind is a jumbled mess. Tristan's kissing me, his lips pressed against mine, refusing to back down even though I'm not reciprocating. The mate bond is crippling my ability to think straight. Tears fill my eyes as I feel myself losing control. Tristan nibbles on my lower lip, sucking slowly. His kiss is hard, demanding, and hungry, leaving me breathless.