Jessie Prescott Death Novels & Stories

"Born January 14, 2006. Died -" The woman shouted and wailed. Tali's fists clenched. "Died June 28, 2019." "Cause of death: traumatic blood loss," Jessa said. The woman collapsed into tears and grief. Several around her either moved to help comfort her or stepped away. Their gazes lowered, their shoulders hunched. The guilty would out themselves by the time this was done.

But I had just pretended that Gerald had been mistaken and that he didn’t know me, and the bald man had walked off with his drink in hand and a frown on his face, shaking his head in confusion. “I know why Jessie was killed,” I heard a blonde woman in front of me whisper to her friend and my heightened hearing automatically focused on their conversation. The redhead moved closer on the pew before she whispered back, “spill the beans. What do you know?” The blonde looked around quickly to see if anyone was listening to her conversation and a started picking at my nails, pretending that my focus was definitely not on the gossiping duo. “Well, you know my cousin Becca who is dating Jessie's bro

*Nico* I shot out of bed, glancing at the clock, it was 4:30 am, I dug around trying to sense what had awoken me, feeling for anyone pressing to contact me, reaching out to Liam and sensing him before finding that Jessie is no longer connected, my heart sinks. We had searched for her last night after she took off, but had no luck and Liam insisted she was fine, probably needed a good run in her wolf form. Something was wrong, but I let him persuade me otherwise, knowing how Jessie often retreated and needed her own space, she was like a little crab, disappearing into her shell when she had anything to deal with and there were very few ways to coax her out, but she always came back in the end

His words are quiet. “Diesel, I knew yes, but I only found out today she slept with Dwayne, I knew nothing else. Maybe something is going on with Jessie for her to say those things?” Hell, I don’t know what the hell happened. “I can tell you this though Diesel, no one ever deserves to find out their partner and baby died. As for Elsie, I didn’t know you then Diesel, but even so, her death wasn’t a lucky escape.” I wonder if Jessie is going through something, it seems weird she would say those things to Diesel.

Scarlet said. One thing Jessie noticed with Scarlet is that she wasn't so confident, relying upon her brother for almost everything. "Ready?'' Jessie said, grabbing a hold of everyone, then focused. There was a rush of wind, the next thing she knew.She was airborne, falling fast. She turned to bats to fly around and break her fall. "Why are we in a cemetery?" Jessie asked, as she landed beside Christian. She then looked around at all the gravestones, as a creeping feeling raised in her chest.

He got up from where he was bending and walked out of the room. Jessie's eyes welled up with tears. She would die soon, and all of her dreams would go without her having the opportunity to pursue them. What about her mother? Bev? Taylor? Sierra? She was adored by all. What would her mother do if she discovered she was dead and her body hadn't been discovered? No! That wasn't something she should be thinking about. Din Cooper was going to save her, or rather, she was going to save herself. It's either this or that. All she needed to do now was figure out how to get out of this strange room.

He’d rebelled even more instead. Jessie needed to remind herself that was over. He was dead and gone. Did she have to bury him? Ugh, she didn’t want to deal with that. Even if he was her brother. With everything going on, her feelings were in pieces. Jessie wasn’t sure she could pick up all of them. She didn’t want to think about putting them back together either. She couldn’t handle Alrick’s censure right now. So, when the door opened again, she slipped back outside.

“Find me something on this list—something we can verify immediately.” Jessica nodded, fingers flying across the keyboard. “Give me a second.” Minutes passed. Then— Jessica’s screen flashed. Her eyes widened. “Oh… shit.” Michael stiffened. “What?” Jessica turned. “One of these names? He’s already dead.” Lena frowned. “When?” Jessica’s voice was tight. “Two weeks ago. And it was covered up. Official records say ‘natural causes,’ but I just found a leaked coroner’s report that lists ‘probable asphyxiation.’”

“Neah she isn’t dying, she isn’t hanging on to life by a strand. She is dead. Salem tore her heart out.” My heart plummets. A part of me had hoped he was wrong, that Jenson had taken Jess to find a way to help her. “He took…. He took her heart?” “Among slicing her up pretty bad.” I feel Nyx’s sorrow along with my own. Jess was just a kid. She was family. She was like me. She had helped me see what I could do. “Why?” A single tear rolls down my cheek. I don’t even try to fight the flood that's about to come. I’m so angry. “Why would he do that to her?”

Hiring someone to rape her and film it did seem like something Jessie would do. She turned to Marcus, and he was quickly inspired. He nodded and said, “I’ll have my people start investigating Jessie!” On this day, Sonnet solemnly buried Maxwell. Although it was supposedly a coffin, it only contained his clothes. They could not even find his ashes from the big fire. That night, Sonnet cried again while holding Maxwell’s clothes as she was falling asleep. For the next two days, she did not leave her house. She had no strength, and she did not have the energy to do anything.