Jessie Prescott Death Novels & Stories

The photos. The recording. The report. Soon, all of it would reach Adrian. But not yet. Not here. Not while I was still close enough to be found. My assistant turned slightly in the front seat. “Ms. Vale, your flight boards in an hour. Should I shut down the old number?” I looked out at the fading line of New York and placed my hand over my stomach. “Yes,” I said. “Turn it off.” Scarlett Moretti died at her wedding. Stephanie Vale took her unborn child and her future with her. He deserved neither.

In more ways than he knew. “Is it true?” Jessie cried as she ran into the living room. She had tears dripping off her long and dark lashes and her bottom lip was quivering as she sat beside me on the couch. Word had gotten around quickly, which was what Landry didn’t want. “Is she really dead?” “I’m afraid so,” I say in return, staring down at my hands. “I can’t believe it…” she whispered. “It was only yesterday that she was in my palace. I can’t believe she’s gone…”

“You said that she was in a critical condition; therefore, I had no choice but to come. You also mentioned that Jessie had attempted to get in touch with me. It was imperative that I check on her to ensure that she was doing well, and unfortunately, it appears that her health is not as good as I had hoped it would be.” As Zayn continued to direct his attention toward Dave, he posed the following question to him: "What happened that caused Jessica to pass out? She appeared to be doing well the day before, right? What happened?" Dave ceased what he was doing and meticulously repositioned the coffee cup so that it occupied the same location on the table as it had previously. After that, he mad

My phone rang and it was Jac. I hissed trying to ignore his call but when the call rang again, I picked up, already preparing to assault him with words, but he was quick to speak. “You saw the news?” Panic lanced through his voice. My brows knitted. “No. What news?” I demanded. “Jessie is being arrested.” His voice was sharp, but the emotions in it were unstable. Like he was excited or bemused. “So am I supposed to dance or sing?” I asked.

"It was just a weird dream, Jess. I'll be fine." She looked unconvinced but let it drop. I couldn't get myself to sleep. I watched as Jessica returned back to sleep, while I spent the rest of the night staring at the ceiling or staring out of the window. The next day, I found myself driving to the hospital where Priscilla was pronounced dead. I needed closure, needed to confirm that she was indeed gone. As the alpha king, I demanded to see her file, and the hospital keeper reluctantly complied. "She passed away before she arrived," the doctor informed me solemnly, confirming what I had feared deep down. "There was nothing we could do."

I watch as Mike rolls his eyes and turns back to his computer. “Fine. We start with the millionaire. Give me his file. You take Jessie’s parents.” “Her parents?” Why would we look into her long-since deceased parents? “Well they died in a car accident, right?” “According to Jessie, yes.” “Well, we should start there and see if there was any foul play then and could be a clue as to who could want to harm Jessie now. She was once the daughter of a very successful businessman. Her father was Jeffrey Adler.” He says coldly as he begins typing casually.

Jessie suggested when he realized that this was going to be a difficult story for her to tell without breaking down. Lisa simply nodded in agreement when Jessie signaled a waiter to their table. After he settled the bills, he stood up to help her open her chair before they took their leave. Neither of them spared a glance at Peter, who was watching them. Neither of them said a word as Jessie drove the car. He needed a quiet spot. After a while, he parked the car beside a park. "How did she die?" Jessie asked after a while. "Ha Ha Ha. I actually wish she was dead,"

Forensic found out the fire was accidental, short circuit in the electric system, the thing is that the restaurant caught fire and Jessie had taken a pill to sleep in the office, not waking up during the fire. During her rescue, I was stuck under the roof that collapsed, my team was able to rescue me alive, even though I had some burns on my back, but Jessie unfortunately died unable to breath because of the thick smoke. In the autopsy it was confirmed that my Jessie was pregnant with twins. I would be a father, something I always dreamed of my entire life, but not now, fuck! Now I can barely find a girl to date. My love life consists in casual dates and nothing more. When I realize me or th

I felt like I was touching an old wound, but curiosity and the desire to understand overcame any hesitation. “Where is Jessie now?” I murmured. Constance's response was laden with sadness. “Like her parents, Jessie is no longer in this world.” Silence hung over the table as I processed this information. Jessie, is a young woman who didn't have the chance to live fully. I asked how she had passed, and Constance took a deep breath before sharing the sad story.

But she was now, and she drew in another ragged breath. “She killed Justin.” Everything stopped, again. All eyes went to Nurse Sloane, who was looking at Jess, that same haunted look on her face. I didn’t think I’d ever see her without it again. “Nea killed Justin, and I saw it.” Jess fell back a whole step, her mouth dropping slightly. “What?”