Jessie Prescott Death Novels & Stories

She asked and I was relieved she asked John instead of me. John looked at me pleading with his eyes for me to do the talking but I just couldn’t bear it to break such news to her. He cleared his throat as I took a step closer to Jess. “Ma’am, Maya was found dead today by a dumpster.” He explained and her face which held smiles now turned sour. “Are we talking about the same Maya? My best friend?” She asked as she welcomed denial which I already anticipated. “Yes ma’am your best friend was found dead minutes ago.” His final words settled in the air as Jess closed her eyes and fainted.

After we were sure that she swallowed it, we waited for her reaction. Then suddenly I noticed that she stopped breathing. "Check her" I said firmly to the physician. I could see that him too noticed that her breathe stopped. He moved closer and checked thoroughly but then he lifted up his eyes sadly. He didn't need to tell me that Jessy is dead. At least I wouldn't die of guilt that she died because of me sleeping with her or because I didn't help her. I tried what I could but it just didn't work. I stood up from where I sat and then walked back to the pack's hall to tell her Beta that she's dead. I felt sad but then I didn't show it. I'm a mighty Alpha, I shouldn't be sad just because a str

They swallowed a few times before they were able to speak. “Mr. Pitt, the fire is huge. After the fire was put out, we found two burnt bodies. One was on a chair, and the other was in front of it. They may be Mr. Alvin Rucco and Ms. Darling.” Sawyer let go of Benson and stumbled a couple of steps back. He crashed into the bookshelf behind him. Dead? Jessa was dead? Had he sent her off to die personally? Worse, she had died without even knowing all that he had done “for her.”

He pressed the volume button and the news anchor’s voice echoed into the room. “…after collapsing in the police van, Mrs. Prescott was immediately rushed to the medical wing within the station premises. However, sources confirm that she was declared dead upon arrival. Authorities are currently investigating the cause of her death, though some suspect she may have taken her own life to avoid further prosecution…” “Dead?” How ?? And why now?? I said, still not believing it, like my mouth had spoken before my brain could fully process it.

However, Aimee annoyingly approached Lorenzo and greeted Lorenzo who was enjoying his lunch with Carmen. "Good afternoon captain, welcome back to Chicago." Lorenzo raised an eyebrow in confusion and immediately turned around to find Selena. And sure enough, when he turned around, he could see the slender body of his wife talking with the cafe owner. "What are you doing here?" "We are investigating a murder case that occurred at Jesse McLean's agency. One of the crew who worked as make-up artist, Jessica Prescot, was found dead today by Selena in the models waiting room as Selena was getting ready for a photo shoot." Aimee explained in detail.

However, he wasn't aware that there had been something going on behind the scenes of Elizabeth's death. "Did you find anything useful?" he asked. Zade answered truthfully, "It had been a while since the accident. When Jessie's mother died, the police had already concluded that it was just a car accident. Jessie was still young at the time, so she didn't have the means to get to the bottom of her mother's death. "Therefore, the murderer had already gotten rid of his tracks, so I had some trouble investigating it. I finally found some clues, but another interested party has cut off that trail as well."

Jessie walked home with wavering steps. She still couldn't believe Bertha's explanation that Angel had died. No, Angel couldn't have died. Jessie hadn't even apologized directly to Angel about her past mistakes. "Mommy!" Cody shrieked. Jessie snapped out of her daydream, then she lifted her head. Her only son was waiting for Jessie outside the house. Cody ran, then he hugged Jessie tightly. Gosh, Jessie didn't even realize she had walked quite a distance from Sean's office all the way here. Angel's sudden death really took Jessie by surprise.

That night, the police station called. James, defeated and despondent, muttered over the phone, "Honey, Jess is dead." The words froze me in place. I grabbed my things and hurried to the police station. It was there that I pieced everything together. While David was being wheeled into the operating room, Jess had gone out to buy him some essentials. By chance, she crossed paths with my neighbor who was out getting food. My neighbor was carrying that baby bottle I had given her in her hands. It was at that moment that Jess realized something was wrong. She grabbed the bottle from my neighbor's hand with a ferocity I could almost picture.

What just happened. Winnifred watched expressionlessly as Jess was strangled to death on the bed. She continued watching as her men hung Jess's body up, creating the illusion that she had committed suicide. She had finished her discussions with the Hite Family. As such, they were waiting for news of Jess's suicide. When everything was done and over with, she got up and left without sparing a single glance at Enoch, who was sitting on the floor in a daze.

[“A fatal car accident late last night left one dead and two injured. The victims have been identified as Mr. and Mrs. Prescott and their twelve years old son…” Calla’s chest tightened. She stared at the screen, frozen. [“Mrs. Prescott was confirmed dead at the scene, while Mr. Prescott remains in critical condition. Their son survived but suffered severe injuries resulting in the loss of his leg.”] Her stomach turned. The Prescotts, Eli’s bullies’ parents. The same people she had told Rico about, just yesterday. She swallowed hard, her throat suddenly dry. No, it couldn’t be. Things like this didn’t just happen overnight. But deep down, something cold and heavy settled in her chest.