Jessie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"Now do you think you can get hard for me? I don't see any reason why you don't get to have me while he's having your wife." Chase frowned, signs of obvious conflict coming to his face. "Uh... I... we didn't talk about sharing me. I mean... my fantasies." Jessie giggled and put a gooey finger up to his lips, shushing him. "I get it, cutie," she told him, pushing her finger inside. "You and Nicole remind me of my best friend and her boyfriend." She reached down with her left hand while he sucked at her finger, her digits tightening around his mediocre cock. She was delighted to feel it pulsing to life again and turned to see him still looking at the scene playing out in front of them.

“Babe, I don’t know how she got it, but she did and was angry with the pictures. She almost had a heart attack. I had to lie to her.” “Stop!” I shouted as he tried to take steps towards me. “Babe?” “No Jade I can’t. I can’t keep being your side chick and get insulted.” “Love I’m sorry, but if you have to be with me, this is how it’s going to be for now.” "Well, maybe I don’t want to be with you anymore.” "What, Jessie, you know I would die without you.” "Well, apparently you didn’t die for a week as you ignored me.”

How would that make Jessie feel? Maybe she’s so drunk she won’t notice. For the first time, Brandt hoped that was true. Will you step in and show her how she affects you if this douche fucker can’t get it up? No. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t distract her. Brandt angled his head and spoke quietly. “Jessie, is this really what you want?” “I-I d-don’t… Yes,” she reiterated firmly, “it’s what I want.” “Then close your eyes.”

Tristan. His name alone made something sharp twist in me. It was like a scream that hadn’t reached my throat yet. He'll probably be trying to find me now. Or maybe try to reach me and just couldn’t reach me. But I had to try. Anything was better than this silent waiting. I closed my eyes and breathed in deep. Focused. Tried to remember what Elara had told me that night in the greenhouse, long before any of this started spiraling out of control. “You can reach him through the bond if you ever feel lost. It’s like a thread, Jess. Quiet. Subtle. But it’s always there.”

her tone is high pitched and she runs her hands in her hair in frustration "The body guards are to protect you! These could have been taken by anyone Jessie!" he snapped stepping closer to where she stood Jessica takes a step back her back hit the the kitchen counter he's standing a step away from her "You don't understand, whoever is trying to get to me will stop at nothing and if it means ruining your life so they get to stain my reputation, they won't hesitate. if I didn't care about you I wouldn't have them follow you but For God's sake how can I protect you if your breasts are displayed in central park!"

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.

"Tell me. I won't get jealous." Jessie thought to herself that it didn't matter whether he got jealous or not. She wasn't dating him. "Even if I explain, you won't understand. Otherwise, you wouldn't joke about it with that grin on your face," she said while shaking his hand off. Jack realized then that she could be pretty stubborn. But she was also far too thin. His fingers could wrap around her wrist with room to spare. Later, Jessie went back to her room and took a solid nap. By the time she woke up, it was already dark outside.

she asked, a wide smile still on her face. “It was nice,” I replied, not ready to admit that Damon had been on my mind almost the entire time. “But I don’t think I’m in love with him.” She paused for a moment before bursting into laughter. “If it were that easy to fall in love, we’d all be in love. Just use him to get over Damon.” Jessie’s advice was blunt. She might love fine men, but she wasn’t a sucker for love. She used men to satisfy her desires, nothing more.

She wondered as she walked into the en-suite bathroom and brushed her teeth. Jessie from a young age had set a standard in her sexual life. She wasn't going to have sex with anyone whom she wasn't in love with and who didn't love her too. She never felt loved with Jacques, their relationship featured more of Jacques dictating when they were going on a date, where and what they were going to do there. Jessie simply complied with her simply because Jacques was from the Claude family, wealthy and famous in Paris for the tasty eclairs and confectionary products they made.

"You're my sister. And I made dad a promise. You deserve to be happy, to choose your own path. To be with Kyle if that's what you want." Her eyes filled with tears. "Jace..." "So what do you say? Ready to get out of here for a while? Let Mother think about what it means to try to control people who have other options?" Jessie wiped her eyes and smiled…the first genuine smile I'd seen from her in days. "Let me pack properly," she said, taking the suitcase from my hands. "If we're doing this, we're doing it right.” Jessie pulled open her drawers, tossing clothes into the suitcase with more force than necessary. I crouched beside her, folding a few shirts to make space.