Jessie Christina Ross Novels & Stories

Chris said. "Oh darling, it's my pleasure actually. I haven't ever been to this city, so it's great to spend my first time here with beautiful people like you. Now go downstairs and I'll be with you guys in a few minutes. I just have to get dressed, you must be starving like I am, Jessie smiled. "Okay Jessie," they replied and left the room. Jessie came downstairs in a black, slim-fit dress which enhanced her rounded curves, creamy skin and grey orbs. She had her long black hair flowing around her shoulders and had decided against applying any makeup that evening.

He cried. I turned to Old Grandpa. “I don't have the time to prove my innocence, Allen was the one that cheated, I caught him in bed with another woman…on my way back to report Allen I got involved in an accident…the man in the picture, he was the one that saved my life,” I defended. “Accident?” Allen scoffed. “If there was an accident we would have heard about it, you are Maria Rodriguez, who doesn't know you and besides you don't have a single scratch on your body.”

As the initial surprise settled in, Daisy found herself enveloped in hugs and laughter, her worries momentarily forgotten in the embrace of friendship and celebration. The room buzzed with chatter and laughter, each moment etching a memory that would stay with Daisy for years to come. Amidst the joyous chaos, she couldn't help but steal glances at the file still clutched in her hand, a stark reminder of the weighty decision looming in the back of her mind. "Happy birthday, Daisy," Christiana said, handing her a small gift with a knowing smile. Opening it, Daisy found a beautifully bound journal, its pages pristine and waiting to be filled with her thoughts and dreams.

“Daddy! You are meant to be fixing this! We need to be able to have this sorted. You know that” Oh for fucks sake. I assume this is Rose’s sister, Jessica Cartright. She paces into the room. Dressed in a lilac suit, the same auburn hair of Rose. The same pale skin. Almost a carbon copy of her sister. I see Jake’s face pale at seeing her. Likely because of how much she reminded him of his mate. “Jessie, please leave it. There have been some changes. We will have to find some other way.” Mr Cartwright speaks.

Ciara POV After Simon’s cruel parting words, sleep was impossible. I sat on the floor of the guest bedroom with my laptop, phone, and a bottle of wine I barely touched. My hands shook as I typed her name: Jess Voss. A million thoughts flooded my mind. What happened to Jess? Did Cain destroy her? Did he hide her? Did Simon love her too? The first article appeared within minutes. I read it aloud. “Business Associate Linked to Cain Hale Vanishes After Corporate Leak”

"Ms. Ceres, thank you so much for your generous donation of the *Tears of the Ocean*! I never expected it to go for a staggering ninety-five million dollars! Your kindness has made this event a great success." Jessy stiffened. A flash of confusion crossed her face, quickly replaced by disbelief. "What?" she blurted. "She donated it?" Ross, completely oblivious to the tension crackling in the air, nodded enthusiastically. "Yes! Without Ms. Ceres offering her collection, tonight’s auction wouldn’t have been nearly as successful." I let out a soft chuckle, letting the weight of the moment settle. My wolf exuded quiet satisfaction, watching as Jessy’s expression twisted. "So she thought she had

"Hello, Jessica." "Mr. Stroud! Something terrible has happened!" Ruth's tearful voice crackled through the line. "Jessie's illness has flared up again. She's in the ER right now! Her father and I are beside ourselves. Could you please come to the hospital?" Taken by surprise, Joshua sprang to his feet. "Jessica was perfectly fine, wasn't she? How could she have relapsed like this?" Ruth broke down. "A few days ago… Jessie posted a harmless update about her life on Twitter. But out of nowhere, a swarm of hateful trolls attacked her, calling her a shameless mistress!

Jessie's POV "Hello?" A woman's voice, it was cautious and uncertain. My heart leaped. "Hello," I said quickly, trying to keep my voice steady despite my racing pulse. "Is this Beatrice? Beatrice, who used to work for Luna Catherine of Moonstone Pack?" Silence. Then, heavy with emotion and something I couldn't quite identify, "Who is this?" "My name is Jessie. Princess Jessie. Luna Catherine was my mother." The silence that followed was so long and so complete that I thought she might have hung up. I pulled the phone away from my ear to check if the call was still connected. It was.

Right now, she only wanted to humiliate Rosie. To expose her. To make absolutely certain nobody could ever see her as a good woman again. Jessie glanced around the aisle and noticed the growing audience. Shoppers had slowed their trolleys. Some pretended to browse shelves while shamelessly listening. The attention only fuelled her confidence. After all, in her mind, she was the wronged party. She was the good wife. The devoted mother. The woman who worked, cared for her children, looked after her husband, and still found time to help their ageing mother.

responded the lady. "hello. I'm Angela smith. nice to meet you?" started I. "oh God. daddy." responded she. "just let her in honey. you don't want Beth to find her standing at the door." "sure... sorry miss smith. my name is um... Jennifer miller. please come in."