Novel & Cerita Jessica The Book

"You think you're so clever, don't you? But I see right through you, Jessica." I tilted my head defiantly, meeting his gaze head-on. "Oh, do you now? And what do you see?" He leaned in dangerously close again. His voice dropped to a low whisper. "I see someone who's not afraid to stir up a little trouble. Someone who's not content to play by the rules." “Maybe I'm just looking for a little excitement in this boring, predictable world." "Well, Jessica, it looks like you've found it. And who knows? Maybe we'll even have a little fun along the way."

Jessica says, breaking the silence. “Everyone but my stepbrother thinks I am horrible for taking what is mine and selling it.” She adds, making me laugh at the absurdity of those words. Everyone knew that Jessica had bought everything. She posted about each new purchase, excited to show off decorating her home to her friends and family. I remember the jealousy that flowed through me at the sight of her building a home for another man. Jealous that Jonathan barely lifted a finger and had everything handed to him by my Princess. “Well, you have proof you bought everything, so those pests can keep chirping all they want.” I say, my laughter dying down.

She shoved it back under the mattress, only to notice the edge of the stack sticking out farther than before. Someone had already read it. Her heart stopped. The phone rang. Olivia answered, breathless. Jessica’s calm voice poured through the line like poisoned honey. “You’re a clever writer, Olivia. But every author should remember, stories can kill.” Olivia’s knees buckled. “How did you,” Jessica laughed, low and sweet. “Your book is a mirror, darling. And I’ve been staring at you for a long, long time. Years before Ethan. Years before you even knew who I was.”

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"You might think you look all cool now, acting like you don't care but I know you do care and you are jealous I am living the life you have always dreamt of--" Cara let out a chuckle but Jessica kept on talking anyway. "--the man you love, the money, the child! Everything you wanted is what I have now and you will never get it so don't try to pretend to me like you are cool with all of this. Remember that I can read you like an open book." "That must mean you are currently reading the book upside down." Cara plainly said.

“It’s your turn to tell me a secret.” “Nope,” Jessica shook her head, popping the p at the end. “I’m an open book.” “Is that so?” The king raised his brow. “There must be something you haven’t told a soul. Come on, Jess, tell me.” Jessica couldn’t help but blush. Only her parents ever called her Jess. “Okay,” she smiled. “But you have to promise you won’t tell a soul.” “Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a trillion swords in my eyes.”

While I was being tricked by the very people I was trying to trap. Jessica had outplayed us. Again. Used our own plan against us. Let us build the fake school. Let us focus all resources in New York. Then hit the real target when we were least prepared. And now Emma was gone. Really gone. In the hands of Brock and Jessica. Headed to God knows where. The janitor was still smiling. "Jessica said to tell you something. She said 'Checkmate.'"

Banners hanging from nearby buildings. Jess found them a spot near the front, pushing through like it was nothing. “How do you do that?” Maya asked as they settled on the grass. “Do what?” “Move through people like they’re not there.” Jess shrugged. “I pretend we’re all in a crowded mall and everyone’s trying to sell me something I don’t want. Gives me the right energy.” “That’s actually smart.” “I know. Full of wisdom.” Jess tilted her face toward the sun. “You should write my biography someday. ‘Jessica Harper: A Legacy of Occasional Genius.’”

JESSICA APARTMENT ~ NEW YORK Jessica was folding the twins’ clothes into a travel bag. “Mirabella, stop dragging your sister’s hair,” she scolded. “Can’t you hear Isabella screaming? Honestly, you two—” She sighed. “I don’t have time for this. Suitcase packed. Flight tickets to Iceland. Check. Somewhere your aunt and the Blackwood family will never find us.” She spoke to the babies even though they could only babble back. Jessica lifted them into their carriers, turned around and froze.

Yet, as she gazed up at Lucas, a lingering fear gnawed at her—a fear of the feral urges she had unleashed Amidst the lingering echoes of moonlit surrender, Jessica found herself ensnared in the aftermath—a tapestry of vulnerability woven into the cool kitchen floor. The entanglement with Lucas, her alpha and confidant, had unveiled realms of desire she hadn't fathomed. As she struggled to disentangle limbs and emotions, a realisation gripped her—a transformation not just physical but existential.