Jessica Vestal Daughter Age Novels & Stories

Bella instinctively pulled her sleeve over the bracelets. My mother saw there was no hiding it. "Bella's marrying into the Harrison family. She has so many expenses. You're going to college soon—once you have a degree, you'll earn plenty. You can always save again." "I saved that for five years. Fixing jewelry. Drawing designs. Five years." My father's voice was sharp. "Why do you have to be so particular about money? We raised you for eighteen years. We use some of your money, and we have to report to you?"

He saluted. "Nope. This." Pointed Vivana at herself. "This is not a phase kid. I'm really into women." We shall see about that." He judged. "Let's watch the series please. " "I still can't believe you two are mother and son." "You will get used to it." "Can I ask you something. Just one thing like this? I swear nothing more." Insisted Vivana from Jessica. "Go on. Just one." "How old are you? I'm curious." "I'm thirty two."

Keith blurted out "Then who is she abs why are you kissing her?? Jessica said from behind Jessica was one of the youngest top model in Canada, she is 18 and had a huge crush on Keith, she's tall elegant and beautiful but she's rude, her mom and Keith mom are friends but Keith doesn't want to have anything to do with her, she's known as the maddona of the school and she always call herself Keith girlfriend "Hi jessy" finn greeted but Jessica ignore him

I notice her lips twisting as if trying to find the most polite words to say to me. "I'm Vee," she said, finally extending her hand in a manner that said don't dare ignore my hand or I'll cut your balls. "Venera Rustik Yates." Her last name quickly registered, and her familiar face explained it. She had features like Viktor's, and her proud stance like her father. I had never gotten the chance to meet her at parties, and I think I could recall Viktor saying that he had a spoiled little sister who started a modeling career at the tender age of six who traveled around the world in her private plane for her projects. She was the daughter whom the Yates matriarch had died giving birth to. The Ya

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

She pauses a moment. “Why did you tell me that?” “I need your trust, Jessa. Just like I’m trusting you on what you feel when it comes to this infant. Do you have a name for her?” “Her name is Amber and she’ll be a year old on the twentieth.” I interrupt. “Thank you Damian.” She nods before slowly taking the phone from dad’s hand.

"I think five minutes. Our tutor let us go outside early since we finished Latin so fast today." My lower lip trembled. "Do you know if they've found her yet?" "What's her name, Jessa?" I felt so stupid. "Oh, geez. I should have told you. Her name is Jasmine Lilly Sweeten. She's only eight. Two years younger than me. She's wearing a neon pink jacket, a bright blue shirt with a pony on it, and the sickest parachute pants you've ever seen. Her shoes are yellow and she has scrunch socks on." Which reminded me. "Oh! She has her blonde hair up in a ponytail with a black scrunchie. She has gray eyes like mine, but her hair is wavy. Mom says mine is straighter than a stick." I fingered the long end

Wendy's anger burned like fire, but she couldn't deny the bitter truth—Jessica was the daughter of the richest man. Wendy yanked her arm out of Stanley's grasp and turned toward Jerry's tombstone. Looking at Jerry's photo, frozen in time with his gentle smile, she clenched her fist tightly. "Dad, I'm sorry. I'm useless! But don't worry. No matter who Jessica's father is or what tricks she pulls, I'll avenge you. I promise!" In the photo, Jerry's kind eyes stared back at her, forever unable to offer any response.

Jessica said boldly, but with a hint of doubt swirling in her eyes. "And how do you intend to do that?" Camden looked at her challengingly. "I will make Zachary mate with me to break his bond with SunVille alpha, then I can infiltrate the pack from the inside." Jessica stated. She knew her father could never be proud of her no matter what she does. It all began when her mother died of an unknown illness when she was eight years old. She only knew her mother to be in a sick bed since she was little. The woman had developed an ailment after giving birth to Jessica, leaving her weaker as the years went on.

Jett's adopted son said as he raised three hands in the air. "Maybe she just went to cool off. I'll go search around the city too." Jett said, his voice low like he knew he shouldn't tick me off too. "You need to control your temper. You look more like Kael now." I ignored his comment and went back to my car. My hand gripped the wheel as I sat, staring ahead. Why was she suddenly doing this? A few hours later, I returned home. I sat down, got up, walked around and even decided to cook. Violet had called me earlier and talked to me. Made me see that Jessica was now a teenager. These things were part of her stage of growing up.