Jessie Christina Ross Novels & Stories

Jessie brushed him aside, making her way up to her room, where she searched under the bed for the shoe box that was still hidden. She opened it, then breathed a sigh of relief that the contents were still inside. "Why are you here?" Jessie turned to see Jose. He stood there with the staff that Christian had hanging over his head in his office. "That belongs to Christian." "What do you care? You are the reason for my brother's downfall." Jessie looked behind Jose to see Claire, all dress in a skintight, black and green leather body suit. "Claire?" She smirked at Jessie, stepping into the room, "the one and only." She checked out her manicure nails.

I jerked my head towards Lucy with shock as Jesse also halted at the sight that met her. "This is going to be our planner for Christian's birthday party." She said to the dismay of the stunning woman standing before us. "Meet Jessie guys." She said. "Jessie Rodriguez."

Chelsea was kind enough to explain. "Ohhhh. Okay." She might have spoken in a calm tone but inside she was bursting with joy. Was this what Kpop fans who had avenues to meet their bias felt like? If Olive looked this good, wouldn't her boyfriend be an Adonis? While she got lost in her fantasies, Jackson studied the girl beside him. Jessie Ross. Even her name sounded cute. When he had bumped into her during his detention, he had decided to give her a tour purely on impulse. He was stumped after she left and he realized that they hadn't even introduced themselves.

"I can't not tell you if I get married, might you will be the first to know about it and you will be my special guest.No one makes me feel as comfortable as you do.I feel grateful for having you in my life." Now they look emotional then both hug for sometime then smile. "I'm also grateful for having you in my life and we'll always be best friends, right." Rossa revealed her heart. "Of course, we always will." Kyle enthusiastically responded to this. - - - As usual, after taking a bath, Jessy dried her hair using a hairdryer, not going to let it go until her hair was dry. Having long curly hair must have patience,Jessy actually likes her hair because unlike Lenny's hair, Lenny has straight ha

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

Camilla Ross. “I would be damned. Alisha is Camilla Ross.”

Alpha Xavier's demonic voice resounded in the room. Jessie looked at me and her eyes flashed "It was because of her. It was because of that bitch... ahhhhhh!" She screamed as if she was in pain. "She's not a bitch. Luna... Luna Reah. It was because I wanted to ruin her. I had no idea she was your woman!" Jessie continued screaming.

"You're sick. I need to bring down your temperature!" Ivan saw her return in a rush with a child. "Madam, where did this child come from?" Larissa quickly replied, "Uncle Ivan, Ross is having a fever. Help me to get a basin of water, some ice cubes, and a clean towel!" Ivan, stunned, asked, "Madam, who is this?" "He is Ambrose's cousin, Ross!" Ivan's face had confusion written all over.

“No, unfortunately work is taking up a lot of my free time. I’m hoping to see a Knick’s game this year.” “Oh, basketball fan. Hm. I’m more of a baseball fan, myself.” “Really? What’s your team?” “The Astros.” “Not bad. But I hear their season hasn’t been too good this year.” “Eh, they’ll pick back up.” I say casually as Jessie opens the door softly. I catch a glimpse of her long black hair, freshly washed, brushed and pulled into a high ponytail, leaving most of her face exposed. Her green eyes almost glowing with her dress and taking the attention away from the still visible bruises all over her jaw and chest area. Thankfully, Jessie’s dress had long sleeves which covered her arms - those b

The memory of her aura pressing through the air made my skin prickle. “She wasn’t normal, Xavier. Rosalyn did not see her, I know that if she did, she would have told me that she arrived. No one stopped her when she was leaving to ask who she was and what she was doing in my office to begin with.” Silence met me. The kind that meant he was already thinking ahead, already assessing danger, forming responses. “Describe her,” he said. “It’s Lisa.” I said, my heart racing as I stared at the office door. “I told her that I heard of her from you. I knew who she was…”