Jessie Crossovers Novels & Stories

Bianca asked, "I heard your family is causing trouble again?" "Yeah," Jessie replied weakly. "What's it about this time?" Bianca inquired. "It's hard to explain in a few words," Jessie said unenthusiastically. "Is it because of that cousind you found recently?" Bianca smirked and continued to pry. "Sort of. My cousin used to wander outside and suffered a lot. She not only lives in the countryside now but also divorced and has two children. You know what the Ramirez family is like. They're ruthless people who can pluck feathers from a flying goose. I'm not a good person either. I want to help her, but I can't even protect myself," Jessie said, stretching lazily. This time, she was speaking th

Not a car. Jason hadn’t slept well the night before. He missed the bus and didn’t want another absence on his record, so with a heavy sigh he started the seventeen-minute walk to school. The morning air was cool, cars rushing past on the main road, students hurrying along the sidewalks. He kept his head down, backpack straps digging into his shoulders, trying not to think too much about the five hundred dollars he still needed. He was halfway across the crosswalk when it happened. A low, sleek engine cut through the morning noise, accelerating fast enough to make his head snap up. Then came the screech of tires. The car stopped inches from his legs. Way too close.

Her lips immediately found his as her tongue slid into his mouth. "It's good to see you, lover," she purred, sliding back and turning toward Jessie. "Sweet Jesus, girl, you are the picture of sex." "Aww, thank you so much," Jessie said, stepping away from Dex to better show off the slinky little red number she was wearing. The ridiculously small and tight garment left absolutely nothing to the imagination, and she'd even gone without bra and panties because of how snug it was. The crimson fabric was hugging every curve, ending just below her ass as well as being extremely low-cut in the front. The "Sex Toy" tattoo on her left breast was clearly visible for all to see, and Jessie was displayi

But it is simply not so easy to just take his raw affection for my body back once it has been fully given away to another man. As the dark forest evening approaches the valley, Jessa Moore finally manages to slip away from her family cabin, leaving the little Reed Walker Twins safe under the heavy guard of her own pack parents. Her boots click softly against the floor as she approaches my bedside, letting out a long, ragged sigh as she looks at my broken frame lying there under the thin white sheets. “Mars hasn't opened his eyes yet, Tyler?” Jessa whispers, her hand touching my cold forehead. “Brother, why does his beautiful male body have to carry such a terrible, bloody destiny in this for

“I really don’t know; I just remember my father screaming how my mother would never find her way back to the King of Lions. I’ve never seen my mother shift into her animal form. She told me she had a wolf but was too weak to shift. With what Mike said about the King of Lions, I assumed Mike meant that Mum was also a lion.” Leander and Sara seem to be mind-linking, so I sit quietly for a moment. I sigh just as Jessie lifts, sniffing the air, and struggling in my arms. “Jessie, what is it?” “My Alpha!” She screams, jumps off my lap, and runs towards the door. I get out of my seat as the door swings open, revealing Alpha Lorcan and Luna Gianna. Jessie jumps into the air and right into Lorcan’s

My body was full and muscle taught my meals being fixed and cooked by me and Jess. We're so a like in many ways yet there's something about her I can't put my finger on. We’re on the trail back to the house as I hear Jessie scream and I run faster shifting at the edge of the house I smell something strange and I rush in Jessie I call and she appears what's wrong are you alright why were you crying what's going on. It's nothing I had a nightmare and when I awoke I forgot where I was. She's lying jade chimes in, your lying jade so comes on and tell me the truth. She burst into tears I can't tell you if I do you will freak out and make me leave.

Meanwhile, Jessie just reached at a secluded warehouse far away from the city, parked here car and immediately stepped out with her head held high as she walked inside, the place was like any ordinary place because it wasn't just for storing things but a place to stay and once she got in, she was greeted by the person who sent her “For you to come here I'm sure you did a good job” Crawford said as he stopped talking to the man standing in front of him and shifted his attention to Jessie and Jessie smirked as she sat on his laps and both locked lips, the kiss was of lust and desire. Crawford's right-hand man averted his eyes awkwardly as the two kissed, making missing each time, and Jessie ra

She looked at the chains, "What are you doing? You can't..." I smirked, kneeling over her, letting my shadow blanket her whole body. My voice was pure venom, “Oh, Eve… you’d be surprised to see all the things I can do. And tonight, I’m going to show you exactly what that means.” I leaned closer, brushing my lips across her ear, "Now, tell me, who the fuck is Jessa to you?" “She… she’s my cousin. We grew up together at Lanry Side,” she blurted, her chest rising and falling like she was going to choke on her own breath.

Amber stood by the doorway, watching Damon's car disappear down the street, when Jessie's car suddenly pulled into the driveway. The moment the car stopped, Jessie jumped out and sprinted toward her, wrapping her in a tight, breath-stealing hug. "Gosh, I've missed you so much, babe! I swear, I didn't know if I could survive another day without you." She pulled back only long enough to look around. "And where are my god babies? Are they inside? I've missed them like crazy. I'm never letting you travel without me again, ever." Jessie whined dramatically.

The roads blur beneath me as I press the accelerator harder than I should, tires shrieking slightly as I tear through the intersection. Why would Jessie be in a place like that? I tap my headset to make sure she’s still there. “Jessie, I’m on my way. Are you in a warehouse?” I ask, just needing to confirm I’m not losing my mind. “I think so,” she whispers. Her voice is fragile — as if the wrong word might shatter her completely. And she’s crying. Softly at first. “Are you alone?” My hands tighten on the wheel. “No,” she says. Then the sobs come harder, heavier — the kind that rack the chest and shake the soul.