Jessie Prescott Death Novels & Stories

Pete asked cautiously. “He went to the post office three days ago but he never came home,” she said. There was panic in her eyes and Pete could see that she was worried. “He had gone to visit Jess on that day. Unfortunately, he is the one who found her after she was attacked. He made it to the hospital but he collapsed as Jess was being treated. The doctors tried to save him but they said his condition had progressed too far. I’m sorry to say but he passed away,” Pete said. Tears were streaming down her face as Pete finished this statement.

he asks motioning to Jessie with concern. "Good, she finally woke up for a bit this morning," I say quietly as she lets out a sleepy sigh against my neck. "I get to take her home." "That's good to hear, I just wanted to see how you're holding up. Don't worry about what happened with Ryan, it went under record that it was self defense," he says quietly to not disturb Jessie. I feel her sigh with relief and turns her head towards Jackson. "He really is dead," she asks in a choked whisper and Jackson nods with sympathy. "Thank God.

Jess and her brothers were clinging to me, tears streaming down their faces as we were dragged towards the execution ground. As we walked, I couldn't help but think of all the things I had never gotten to do. I had never fallen in love, never seen the ocean, and never even had a real home. It wasn't fair that my life was going to end like this. We were taken to the execution ground and tied. Jess was the first to be killed. My heart raced as I watched in horror as the man approached Jess, her eyes wide with fear. She struggled against the ropes that bound her as the priest read out the accusations against her.

“New ones planted. A whole tragic little story about being trapped in a mansion for twenty years. Isolated. Sheltered. Harmless.” Kade swears under his breath. Jessie tilts her head. “If she ever finds out who she really is?” She smiles, slow and sharp. “We’re all dead. Just so you know.” My phone vibrates against my thigh. Once. Then again. I don’t look away from Jessie as I answer. “What,” I snap. Static. Panic. Then one word cuts through everything. “She’s gone.” The room goes silent. Jessie’s smile finally fades.

I was surely using this opportunity. I was the only shoulder Eve could collapse on. The only chest she could cry into. Jessa’s death had cracked her in half, and Saint looked like the devil himself in her head. And now, Eve was crying profusely, and did not even want to go back to his house. So yeah. Jessa’s death? It was a fucking blessing. My blessing. Fuck. I could cum on that knowledge, I swear to fuck. She’d cried herself into exhaustion, finally passed out on my bed, still hiccupping in her sleep. Her lashes were wet, her nose red, her fists balled like she was fighting even in her dreams.

Theo spoke again heading up the porch steps. Theo POV We entered the house to find Jessie still protectively guarding his mother. He had an axe in his hand to confident for my liking. One swing to soon and I would be without my own head. A sigh of relief washed across him as he saw me enter. Niko still in wolf form, right behind me. “Is it over?” Jessie asked clearly frustrated. “Yes.” I spoke confidently. “Rose is dead, along with my idiot of a cousin, Jackson.” “I never liked that guy.” Jessie answered looking to Nikola. “Why is he still in wolf form?”

“When I found out Jessie died because of my mistake…I quit the organization for a few years and Henry helped me live a normal life until I was ready to return.” “Your mistake?” Gavin asked, staring at me intently. “What did you do?” “I accidentally forwarded a message saying she was a hybrid, and she was hunted because of it. At least, I thought she was.” “So, you knew she was a hybrid?” I nodded. “Yes,” I answered. “I’m so sorry for keeping this from you…” “I hate to interrupt the party, but I really need to go… I have things to do,” Jessie said as she walked toward the door.

"David was already weak. The bookcase crushed his back, and he inhaled too much smoke. He passed away last night at half past three." Jessie broke into louder sobs. The man who once held her hand and took her wandering through the streets was gone. She had thought about losing him one day, but at least peacefully, of old age. "Jessie, the doctor said your vocal cords are injured. You can't cry like this–" Laura tried to console her, weeping as she leaned closer. Jessie looked at her hatefully. If they had turned themselves in earlier, and if they had put Mia in prison, how could it have come to this?

He asked again "Don't keep me waiting! Where is Kyle? Where is Jessie? And where is Lucille? Don't tell me you were joking with me when you..." Peter came to a halt after he angrily opened the sheet only to find Jessica lying lifeless. His hand was shaking profusely as he was unable to let go of the sheet! "We are sorry but we found one body and she is dead! She was shot badly which affected her internal organ leading to her death!" "Y'all must be sick in the head! Who made you a doctor? Who are you to declare if someone is alive or dead?" Peter responded and knelt before Jessica's corpse.

“Adam was going down hard and I wasn’t going to go down with him. Who was going to associate with the wife of someone like him? I had to reinvent myself. I got a new face, a new name, courtesy of a few Swiss bank accounts he knew nothing about. Voila! A whole new me.” “But you didn’t change everything, did you?” Jason asked, his eyes raking over her golden pantsuit. Your signature color suits you. Bet you didn’t know you left a little of it behind with the governor’s body.” “The ME declared you legally dead,” I said. “He had proof that you died in that fire.” “People are easily bought, Jessie, dear,” she said, gloating. “But you didn’t pay him, did you?” Jason asked, thinking about Dr. Voorh