Jessica Weaver Topless

Mirabel Thomas, the wife of Jerry Thomas, has never known what a happy marriage looks like. To the world, Jerry is the best husband, but inside the house, he is a monster. He and his mother maltreat her and treat her like a maid. She believes that one day, he will change and finally love and accept her. On their 7th anniversary, Mirabel catches him kissing his ex-girlfriend, Jessica, during their anniversary party. Mirabel is devastated but tries to hold it together for their daughter Beatrice. The next morning, Jerry serves her divorce papers, leaving her heart broken. She begs him not to leave her, but he refuses. She eventually signs the divorce papers and leaves without her daughter, but she promises her that she will come back for her. Mirabel disappears for 3years and comes back a different person—Madam Gold. She is now a wealthy businesswoman, one of the richest women in the country. Now she is back not just for her daughter, but for revenge. But how far is she willing to go just to get her revenge, and can love soften her hardened heart?

"First time?" he asks, lowering his hand to my abdomen, his body tensing. I bite my lip, seeing his eyes flash with something dark. He pushes deeper inside me, and I wince. Pain shoots through me, but pleasure quickly follows, numbing me to the world. The sparks and tingles distract me from the discomfort. "So tight," he murmurs as he pulls out. "Please," I moan recklessly, knowing I should stop him but It feels so good. "Eager to feel my c**k," he growls as he thrusts back inside me, his voice makes me forget the pain. But I lose myself, existing only for the man inside me. As the thrusts cease, his ragged breaths send shivers down my spine. I press my forehead into the pillow, disoriented. "Mine..." He growls. Then Asher takes a deep breath, and he says the words that shatter my heart. "I, Asher Knight, Alpha of the Redwood Pack, hereby reject you, Alethea Weaver of BloodMoon pack as my mate." *** Alethea hasn't fully awakened her wolf. Her life takes a darker turn when her father forces her to be a breeder to Xavier, the Beta of the Bluemoon Pack. But when Xavier's jealous girlfriend threatens her life, Alethea has no choice but to run. Alethea is attacked but saved by a shadowy figure-Alpha Asher, knowing she is his fated mate. With her wolf still dormant, Alethea is unaware of the deep connection between them. Asher, torn between duty ends things. A brutal accident leaves Alethea with no memory of her past-and no idea that she's carrying Asher's child. As she rebuilds her life, hidden truths, and long-buried secrets begin to resurface. Will she uncover why Asher pushed her away? And as rival packs close in, will she discover her power before it's too late?

As soon as I graduated from university, I suggested to my three roommates that we should rent a place together. The place I found was near our workplace, and it was cheap as well. It was much better than the house they used to rent in the suburbs. During the first three months of renting the place together, everything seemed fine. One day, I got off work early and heard them talking in the living room. "I did some research online. The rent of the houses in this area is at least 2 grand a month. But ours is only 800 dollars a month. How about we rent the master bedroom out for 800 dollars? That way, we won't have to pay any rent." "Alright, I'm in! Why does Jessica always get to sleep in the master bedroom? Even if she covered all the bills of this house, how much would that cost anyway?" "I've had it with her arrogant attitude. Thinking of her being homeless makes me want to laugh!" I laughed inwardly. 'You want to see me homeless? But I'm the landlord!'

Who said a werewolf necessarily has to have a normal mate? Is it either just someone from the pack or a human? What if they are both Alphas? Alphas who rule their cities better than anyone? Bianca, the alpha of SunVille wasn't just any woman to mess with. She is proud, sweet, brutal, and also authoritative. No one would ever dare to cross the bad side of the silver-haired alpha. Bianca was the rarest werewolf who came from the line of rare moon werewolves and she was the fifth of them to ever exist. Zane, alpha of Moonshine city. He was cold and vicious and no woman dared to be near him. When the alphas first met, she knew he had a dark and hidden secret she was willing to go miles to unfold. ***** "I'm not the right person for you Bianca." "I'd like to know the reason why you aren't.” ***** The moon goddess wouldn't make things easy for them either as the third wheel came in, Jessica, an enemy in the form of a friend. What will they do? Love transcends all they say but not all love.

I'm finally bored after pursuing Hugh Freeman for ten years. I give up on him and get together with Christopher Sanders, who's always had feelings for me. Christopher lights the city's sky with fireworks throughout the night. He even buys a small island to propose to me. However, he goes missing right before the wedding. When I find him, I hear him talking and laughing with someone. "I only pursued Jessica to get on Hugh's nerves—I lost interest in her once I got together with her. "Still, I don't want to let her off so easily because of everything she put me through. That's why I'm going to leave her at the altar—to humiliate her. Fun, isn't it?" So, I decide to run away before he does. I turn him into the laughingstock of the city. Later, I hear that Christopher scours the capital in search of his missing bride. He never finds her, though.

Abby Reynolds is your average high school senior who's just trying to ace her AP exams to get into her top schools, be a good daughter to her parents, and a loving girlfriend to her boyfriend. When Abby's perfect relationship is ripped to shreds, she fetches a plan to get revenge - with the girl she should hate most. Abby's about to get more than she bargained for, and learn more about herself than any college entry essay could ever teach her, and it's about to come in the form of Tessa Oliver.

My ex-husband Giacomo and my brother's widow, Zoya, are the reason I went to prison. Seven years. Gone. I crunched leaves on the way to Carlo's grave and—of course—they're there. Together. Right in front of his headstone. "Jessica?" His voice shook. Fake surprise. He wiped his eye like that meant something. "I've been looking for you for seven years. I thought you... were gone. "Where have you been all these years? Why didn't you ever contact me?" I said nothing. He kept going. "You're still mad about what happened? I had my reasons." 'Reasons?' I looked at him. Almost laughed. He and Carlo's woman killed Carlo. Framed me, kicked me out, and sent me to prison. He took half my life. And now he's talking about reasons—standing at Carlo's grave. But seven years of torment burned everything down. Love. Hate. All of it.

Braving a downpour, I delivered a lavish food order, anticipating the hefty commission and a $100 tip. Laughter suddenly echoed from the villa. Someone started, "He really believes your car crash left you paralyzed? He's hustling deliveries to support you and even pawned his dad's heirloom?" Another said, "What if he discovers you're actually a billionaire heiress, just playing poor? He'd probably break down in tears." Jessica Stark toyed with her wine glass. "Guys like him are wired to serve, especially since he always outshone Mark in our school days. This is his comeuppance." I stood in the relentless rain, a bitter chuckle escaping my lips. Turned out, her two-year charade of paralysis was merely to avenge her childhood sweetheart. Her broken legs, deceased parents, and helpless tears were all meticulously crafted lies. Disillusioned, I dialed my estranged tycoon mother. "You win. I'll go through with the arranged marriage."

Vampires only ever took one mate in their lifetime. And yet, my vampire husband refused to acknowledge me—his human wife, bound to him through an arranged marriage. On the night of our tenth wedding anniversary, Jason brought another woman into my bed. She was wearing my nightgown. She was carrying his child. And in my hand, I held a pregnancy test I'd just had confirmed. "Be reasonable, Elena. Jessica just conceived my child. She needs me." "Go sleep in the guest room. I'm sorry for the inconvenience." My husband shielded the other woman, his smile polished and gentlemanly, though his eyes held the same icy indifference they always did. When he saw me frozen in the doorway, Jason assumed I was going to do what I always did. Scream. Cry. Demand to know why he kept doing this to me. But he didn't know—this time was different. The ten-year contract had come due, and I was finally leaving him for good.

Jessica Harper has t⁠he lif⁠e most women dream of—a loving husband, Co​nrad, and a spirited six-y‍e⁠ar-old s‍o‍n. Her da⁠ys‍ are filled with s‌tability, comfort, and‌ t‍he quiet satisfaction⁠ of a⁠ life well-lived. But the pas​t ha​s a way o‍f re​sur‌facing. W​hen Stefan—the man who once ignited her wild⁠est desires—suddenly reappears, old memori​es an​d forbidde⁠n c‍ravings thr‌eat⁠en t‍o⁠ unravel the life Jess​ica ha​s built. As she navigates l⁠ing‌erin‌g passion, marital loyal⁠ty, and the c‌ompl‌exities of desire, ev⁠ery choic⁠e becomes⁠ a d⁠a​ngerous balancing act. Conr‍a​d senses the⁠ s​t‌orm⁠ brewing, and when s‍ecrets, o⁠bsessions, and u‌nexpected e‍nco‌unters c‍ollide, Jessic‍a must confront the‌ truths she’s buri‌ed and‍ decide what sh⁠e‍ truly wants. Can love surv⁠ive temp​ta​tion, or will the past destroy everything?