Jessica Watson Book Novels & Stories

"Hello, Mr. Borka." Watson hurriedly hung up the phone and turned around. He gave Jessica a meaningful look. Then he walked over with a polite smile on his face. "Jessica, Megan has been bragging about how competent you are to me all the time. Please take a seat. The red wine was already decanted. Please give it a try." "Thank you very much for your invitation. See this as a sincere wish for a satisfying outcome today." Jessica picked up the wine glass, took a sip, and drank the wine.

I was quite disappointed in her. She noticed my disappointment and apologized before continuing. "You know, it has always been easy-peasy for me to read the minds of werewolves and even Lycans, but with Athena…" her eyes widened, "she was impenetrable. She blocked me out of parts of her memory, only allowing me to see the parts she wanted me to see," she sighed and added with conviction, "she is a strange girl." My brows furrowed in confusion as I digested and pondered upon Jessica's information. I have known Jessica all my life; she has no reason whatsoever to lie to me. I also have the ability to read her thoughts; she was telling the truth, and that worried me.

“Just once… let me watch you while you write.” Jessica managed a faint smile. “I don’t have plans to start a new book yet. I just finished Red Thorn, and I think my mind deserves a little rest…” She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting forward as if she were seeing something only she could envision. “…But I think I already know what kind of story I’ll write next.” “Really!? What kind of book?” Jerome asked, his voice brimming with excitement. Jessica fell into deep thought before speaking. “I think it’s time I write about something more real…stories grounded in truth. My next book will be inspired by actual experiences.”

Broken by the Billionaire Mafia Chapter Five Kessler Blackwell's Pov Sapphire orbs that could hold anyone spellbound and incite a hunger without getting enough. Lush rosy lips that didn't need the help of lipstick, if most women had that they wouldn't be in need of cosmetics. Rich deep Auburn hair with full curls that flowed dangerously from the base of her head to the waist down. Jessica Martin was perfection, she was no different from an angelic beauty. I watched how the locs bounced as she sat with her left hand placed on her thigh downing her shots. My gaze didn't waver not for a minute too afraid she might disappear if I looked elsewhere or the least distracted.

"Sure, Jagger knows I'm going, so I'll tell him to tell Layne too." Jessica hopped up from the table, grabbing her notebook and her coffee as she did so. Quickly, she made her way back to her room and hid the notebook with the others. On second thought, she made a note on the pages of the book to ask Bianca about some of the stories from her strip club days. There had to be an erotic romance in there somewhere. Ten minutes later, she had run a brush through her hair, applied some light makeup, and put on a pair of jeans and a thin t-shirt. As she left the room, she grabbed her wristlet that she used to keep her money and pertinent cards in before walking back to the main room. Meredith and B

Her feet hitting the dark wooden floorboards with a thud. “Scarlett… calm down,” Jessica said stepping out of the mansion kitchen. She had an apron on and her black hair pulled into a messy bun. From the splashes of flour Scarlett noted she must have been working on another cake order. Despite being a werewolf, Jessica was a well-known and in-demand baker in Stratford-Upon-Avon. It was something that kept her busy and her mind off things.

Jessica replied calmly. "Are you sure?" Mr Gonzales asked with raided brows. "Sure. I was totally in the dark." Jessica lied, meeting Mr Gonzales' gaze square with unwavering eyes. Everyone seemed to be satisfied with her answer and so they turned away to inspect the house again. Jessica was also left alone to her Inspection and thoughts and so she turned again quickly to her search. Under the scattered books, Jessica's sharp eyes had caught the glint of metal. She quickly stooped to the floor and slowly pushed a book away.

She had been in the bathroom for some time and showed no signs of coming out. Inside the bathroom, Jessica’s skin had started to wrinkle in the water. She was trying to buy time for herself and let Blake’s lust fade. She did not want to have sex with him tonight. Who did he think she was? A tool for him to vent his sexual desires? Jessica actually knew her position. As Mrs. Ferguson in name, she was just a tool in his eyes. Other than giving birth to his child, her other use was to warm his bed. Blake got bored of waiting. He remembered that Jessica had some books kept in the drawer beside the bed, so he opened the drawer.

“I mean, everything could be coincidental. He's probably a student who has someone to see around here. We should give him a break. Besides, he didn't show any signs of threat when I was in his room.” “Are you listening to yourself right now?” Wilkes cried out. “You saw him!” he said, pointing at the glass door. “And you saw him very well. Does he look like a student? Do you think they'd have allowed him come into the school, smuggling in cigarettes and looking like that?” “How can I help you, Misters?” a lady behind the counter said, flashing the both of them a wide smile. She had red hair that was cut short to look like a males and our face was unusually long.

Watson's nature is not bad but he is too straightforward if not too hot-tempered, what he wants to do, no one can stop him, even his father. Watson felt as if his head were being hit by a few hammers, perhaps it was the alcohol that made him feel like he was completely empty. Watson put his hand on his forehead, he tried to open his eyes wide to know where he was, but in front of him was a girl, a girl with jet-black eyes and shoulder-length hair. The girl wore a light blue suit that made her even more pretty. "Where am I?" ,Watson replied languidly, he couldn't open his eyes anymore because he felt each breath seem dry, his whole body ached, he said with a little difficulty "Why am I here?"