Jessie Crossovers Novels & Stories

Cassie told him. "You feel like going and doing a bit of digging?" Nathan asked her. "Yah, I will get back to this later. It is very strange." Cassie said closings her book and getting up. She grabbed her gloves and tools, and they headed for the grids. "Any luck?" Cassie asked Jacob and Norman as they reached them. "Nothing of any significant," Jacob said. "Does cloth count?" Norman asked. "Yes it does," Cassie told him. He looked up at her. I will explain later," she told him.

Jack didn't so much as glance back at him, but his presence was enough to make the air tense. Jessie continued, "It's not as complicated as it seems. If I can fix it, you'll come with me to Orion Corp's investor roadshow tomorrow." Without waiting for a response, she headed to the exhibition hall. Since Jack didn't say anything, Timothy let her through. Jessie walked up to a medical-service robot and gestured for the tech staff to step aside. After taking over the console, she tapped several times on the keyboard. "The sensors aren't sensitive enough. The code you wrote is too bloated."

He stuffed her into the backseat and sat in the driver's seat. This car quickly merged with the traffic in R City. Jessie was tired from shouting and there was no more sound. She curled up in the soft and spacious back seat. Tears fell from the corners of her eyes one after another. Alex heard her suppressed and aggrieved voice and was very angry. His thin lips were pressed into a straight line, and he did not speak along the way. He drove the car very fast, and it didn't take long for the car to stop at the foot of CnX Apartment.

“I don’t even know who I am anymore. I feel like I’m drowning in them. Joaquin with his walls, Javier with his fire—I can’t catch my breath.” Jessy tugged me forward until my forehead rested on her shoulder. She smelled like tea and vanilla lotion, grounding and safe. “Then stay here. No brothers. No contracts. Just you. You don’t have to figure this out in one night, Haven.” The sob caught me off guard, muffled against her hoodie. “Thank you.” “Always,” she whispered. Then, because she couldn’t help herself, she added, “Also, for the record, you’ve got both Greyson brothers wrapped around your finger. That’s peak romance-novel heroine energy, babe.”

That didn't go as planned. Sky looked at my backpack and smiled. "I wonder what's hiding in here.” He slowly unzipped it and said, “Guys, would you like to see it?” Sky poured the contents of my backpack on the floor, and they laughed again. “Stop!” I yelled and rushed to gather my writing materials. “Why the rush?” Josh suddenly pulled my hair. It felt like the strings keeping my brain together were being pulled. I wanted to twist his hand and punch him in the face, but once my hands touched his, I couldn't bring myself to do anything.

Cady didn’t say anything more, just spun away and stomped into the house. Damien climbed into the front passenger seat. He was furious. How dare she place herself in danger this way? When he had her back safe and well in his arms he was going to beat her ass until she couldn’t sit down for a week. *** “So how are you going to explain me being out here?” Jessa asked, looking around her as they drove further away from the city. They’d been driving for two hours now and the houses had become few and far between. She hoped like hell that Tiny wasn’t far behind them. She didn’t dare look behind her, not wanting to alert Evan.

They didn't even have me in their grasp and yet they were celebrating. As they drop down to silence. Cassandra yells, “You will bring her to me!” Jess stares through the rows of Wolves. Like me, she was barely tall enough to see. Slowly she reaches a hand out to me, locking it with mine. “You may be my maker, but you are not my Alpha.” I feel my heart race. And still, I couldn’t believe she was doing this. “You are a stupid little girl. You know nothing of our world.” “I know enough to know who is wrong!” Jess squeezes my hand as she stares out in front of her. Her eyes are dark in the same way as Dane said mine become. She was close to shifting.

And the resiliency of her spirit. Ksenia pointed to Jessa. Jessa sighed. "I'm Jessa. Wickedly good with a scalpel and sewing people back up. Pregnant, I get to sit at home and help with information inter- and extrapolation. I'm a good critical thinker-when I'm not overrun with baby hormones. And I'm always good for a joke."

She liked her world like this; controlled, immaculate, and hers. Her assistant had just left the report on the collaboration between Duval Holdings and CrossTech, and Clarisse skimmed it with the cool efficiency of a surgeon. Numbers, timelines, projected returns, upcoming brief, it was all there. Damon Cross, as always, delivered results with a surgeon’s blade.

She will be able to communicate with me then. Jessie smiles. "Yay!" A magic circle comes to life beneath us, blowing Jessie's hair to one side of her face. Her strikingly white eyes are locked on mine, and she smiles happily before chanting incomprehensible words. After she is done, she kisses my nose to seal the deal. Jessie leans back, beaming at the pink mark around her wrist and the identical one that I now have around my tail. "Partners!" Jessie says. I lock eyes with her. 'Partners.'