Jessie Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“And they will be wonderful.” Jessie is studying me through heart-shaped eyes with a widening smile on her plush lips. I’ve given her hope and inserted love into a heart that barely beats anymore. Jessie is a loner, and I’m the only person who talks with her. Therefore, she longs to find her mate. “I can’t wait to meet them!” Jessie says. “I want to be eighteen now!” “JESSIE?! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU TWO DOING IN HERE?! YOU SHOULD BE INSIDE THE CASTLE TALKING WITH OUR PARENTS!”

Fillion and Jessy where mates sadly to Jasmine who had long had a deep crush on Fillion even before he realized Jessy was his mate. She had done most of what she could to lure him to herself and had even seduced him once. The painful thing was that he had slept with her but called it fun afterwards. She hadn't felt more broken still she couldn't get over him and to think Jessy was her bestie yet she still had this fantasy about him and her. Jessy's moan rang out filtering into Jasmine ears as Fillion who was behind her rubbed his dick on her ass intentionally seasoning the romance in the kitchen.

She also had a weird way of completely covering up her body in subtle ways like baggy shirts and jeans and it always made me question because at some point, I had seen her body and I knew what it looked like without all the layers of clothes protecting it. And it was perfect. Even if the incident had been a mistake, it was still on the list of my top most beautiful mistakes and there was not a part of me that regretted walking into her room that particular day. Although, we had been younger Jessy’s strong Alpha genes had always been good to her. She hit puberty earlier than the rest of us and she owned the shit out of it. I could only imagine what her wolf looked like and how strong it had t

I shouted, my voice echoing through the empty room. Disgust clawed at me. I wiped my hands down my face, breathing hard. All I could think was one thing. Jessie. I needed her. Not tomorrow. Not next week. Now. Jess POV Lying on the couch, Peppa Pig playing softly in the background, I glanced at Liam, his giggles tugging at my heart. His little hand gripped his toy car tightly, and I smiled, leaning over to kiss his chubby cheek. “Anything for you, baby,” I whispered.