Jessie Christina Ross Novels & Stories

“You know exactly what I’m talking about.” I blinked again, slower this time, then let out a small breath that turned into a short, almost disbelieving laugh, because this had to be a joke. “Actually, I don’t,” I said, pushing myself fully upright now, brushing sand off my legs as I faced her properly. “So maybe start making sense?” Her eyes narrowed, dark and assessing, like she was trying to decide if I was worth the effort or not, and then she lifted her chin slightly, posture straightening even more as she spoke. “I am Madeline Ross. Frederick Ross only daughter.”

They are my soul and my life. “Are you guys okay? Which part is hurt?” I asked as I examined their bodies. They smiled and shook their heads to the right and left. “Nothing, Mommy. Oh, Jessie’s knee got scratched by a thorny plant when we were walking through the forest. But, Rose has treated her knee. Oh, we forgot to introduce Rose,” Jansen replied. Rose? Who was Rose? An ordinary-looking young woman got out of the car. Her face was cute with her long brown hair down. Her innocent lips, with no lipstick, smiled gently and her beautiful brown eyes looked at me and her body bowed.

Nathan said. "She pulls any girly shit, I'm packing and coming home," Norman said. "Will you both stop worrying, I'm telling you it is going to be great." Nathan said. "Yah that coming from the man who’s bed she will be in every night. Why is her assistant coming?" Jacob asked. "Her assistant is Susan," Nathan told them. "That makes perfect sense now," Norman said. Nathan went over to the map and charts on the table, Norman and Jacob followed him. Look, Cassie said she would have never stayed in that wing, because she could not see the sun rise." Nathan said.

My name is Asher Smith CEO of Ash group of companies the number one top manufacturing company in New York and all over the country you can call me a mega Billionaire and that is why I don't want to be tied down with b**ches who only comes to me because of my money and how I handle them in bed. The b**ch my step mother brought is not exclusive and will I say she is the worst. I wonder where my stepmother got heard from, who even made her think she can boss over my workers with her so-called title of a fiancee and always wearing skimpy dresses exposing an unattractive boobs thinking I will fall for that, she's not even my type. I picked up my car keys and left the office to the beach the beach

Charvie shrugged keeping Jessamine in a suspense Jessa didn't like. "OMG." Jessa was quick to pull out a cigarette from her jacket pocket. "You are not supposed to be taking that, you are bringing your nanny into serious trouble." "You are making me take this." "I didn't keep that in your pocket." "And that's why I left Rosa outside, the only person who can spill should be...." Jessamine stood up from where she sat, walking backwards to where Charvie was seated, her eyes fixed on Frost, Charvie's bodyguard who gave her a cold look. "Your guard." She said letting the smoke out of her lips.

Also, the wooden beam that had been right on her shoulder. Almost every night, especially after her hospital treatment, her dreams were consistently bad, especially when she thought of Paulina. She sighed softly, attempting to push away those unpleasant memories. She was Jess, Jesslyn Willis, who was strong enough to face any hardships in her life. Once again, as she glanced at her watch, a red Jazz parked in front of her. She knew who the owner of this vehicle was. Clara Jasson.

Her mother, like her, looked at us with disdain and laughed between the two of us, but unlike me, Jess doesn't shy away from a fight and when it comes to her Dom, things get ugly. “Come on, Jess. It's not worth your time, trust me.” I tried to argue and get her to leave, but she came in and stood face to face with Cristina. “When you talk about my boy, wash your filthy mouth out, Cristina, the disinherited. You don't want me to jeopardize your whole plan, do you? We know that the child you're expecting isn't Mikhail's son, but Jonathan's, your business partner and colleague. That's why I think it's good that you attend to my friend properly. I don't like gossip, but she wants to look good so

One hour later, the doorbell rang. Mortyss was dressed now — black pants, dark shirt, the human disguise in place. Brown eyes, no horns, no tail. Just Christopher Rockefeller, the billionaire heir, opening the door for a dancer with hot pink hair. Jess entered the apartment like a controlled hurricane. She was pale, her eyes wide, her makeup smudged — probably from crying. She wore a denim jacket over a band t-shirt, and her hair was tied in a hasty bun.

“We don’t have much time.” “I… I promise I’ll save you,” I whisper. “I’ll get you out of that tomb.” “The pentagram, Daniel,” it acidly corrects, and I vehemently shake my head. “You have to break the seal." “You are not Christian,” I grate. “Well neither is that.” He turns my chin back toward the television, and I feel my jaw drop. Jessi is taking the stage to give eulogy for our piece of shit mayor and failed parent, but stood right at her side, in modern dress and full sunlight – It’s Christian. “Charles Ross was like a father to me...” his voice pours out the speakers.

she asked a few minutes later, "You own the space, right?" “I think six or seven years,” I murmured passing my thumbs over her tailbone “As a shareholder of the resort I decided to invest my time in the spa which is what I knew and not in finances, the resort wouldn’t exist already.” "Not bad for a hippie," she muttered leaving me petrified. “What did you just call me?” I questioned remembering who had called me that. "Hippie," she repeated looking at me mockingly over her shoulder. Jasmine, Christopher's sister.