Jessie Rosses Get Real Novels & Stories

Ares Collin I was speechless when I saw Rosie, I can't even say a word. She's wearing a short tight black dress that reveals her back. I can't even.. say anything about it. I love it when it's for my eyes only but the idea of her having dinner with me in a restaurant with her dressing like that.. will make me go crazy.

For Jess to be out of the picture? So, why the fake tears?

Maybe it’s just my pride talking… that stubborn little spark of pride keeping me mad at him even now. “You know, you might want to swallow that pride of yours,” Jessie said, smirking. “Besides getting your green card, you somehow managed to capture the heart of one of the richest guys in the world. What more do you want?” “If we’re being honest… you’re not exactly a looker,” she added brutally, like a roast queen on a mission. “Wow. Harsh much?” I elbowed her playfully. “Truth hurts,” she shot back, completely unbothered.

Jess said, her voice filled with amusement, “Gavin, remember how we wanted to make Ryan the bitter ex? The real bitter ex here is Candace? And I have just the right tools to hang her” Candace pulled back, her eyes flashing with a hint of fear. “I call your bluff!” Without another word, Jess clicked on her phone and the recorder began to play Candace’s confession. Jessie met her gaze, the emotional look on her face was now a mix of triumph and disdain. “You didn’t think I was that naive, did you?” Gavin’s eyes softened with admiration, his lips curling into a proud smirk. Jessie had turned the tables, and Candace’s confidence was beginning to crumble.

"So, Miss Ross, are you scanning this yourself, or should I call the cops right now and report you for disorderly conduct in public?" Bianca was completely dumbstruck. "Fifteen hundred for that ratty shirt? You're extorting me!" "What, Miss Ross thinks the great Ashford heiress would wear flea-market junk that costs less than fifteen hundred?" I shot back, standing my ground. Seeing that I had the situation handled, Julian settled comfortably back into his seat. Watching me back Bianca into a corner, his shoulders started shaking hard. This dude is way too happy！ Bianca was so furious her face contorted with rage. She pointed at me, unable to get a word out for the longest time.

Rose I look straight into her light green eyes as she continues to choke me—blocking my windpipe. My hands are gripping onto hers, trying to find release but her grip only tightens. She roughly pushes me against the glass window as she leans her face ever so closely; finding some sort of joy from this.

“It’s fake. What am I supposed to do with a fake ring? How is a fake ring supposed to help me?” “Give it to me,” Taylor said, and Jessie reluctantly handed it over. “I’ll get you a dress for tonight’s performance.” She checked her watch. “And we need to go home now. It’s almost six o’clock.” Taylor noticed how upset Jessie was. Who wouldn’t be? Jessie had just found out that the man she thought loved her had given her a fake ring and lied to her about it. “Don’t let this ruin your spirit today. You need to put your best foot forward tonight and win people’s hearts, okay?” Taylor said as they got into the car, and Jessie gave a nod.

"Jessie, it is alright. I think you had a bad dream.'' Christian held his hands out as he took slow steps, as if he was trying to caution a wild animal. Jessie's legs buckle from underneath her and she tumbled to the floor, crying. "It was all a dream.'' Christian wrapped her in his arms. Jessie shook her head. “No, it is all real. It is my past.'' She cried.

After a long silence, she muttered, "You're such a smooth talker. It's late. I'm going to bed." "Let's do a video call. I want to see you," Jack coaxed. "Why didn't you just call with video in the first place?" she asked while pretending to sound annoyed. Still, she hung up, switched to her tablet, and started a video call on WhatsApp. Jack answered instantly. His face appeared on the screen. He looked handsome as ever when he smiled. His gaze was fixed on Jessie. Jessie had her tablet resting on her stomach. She deliberately avoided his gaze while staring instead at the R&D team's latest lines of code that made her head ache.

Thus, he harshly gave me forty-nine lashes. “Are you out of your mind, Scarlett Smith? How dare you drug me?! You let me down!” I realized that it was Melanie who had drugged Francis, but the system had tampered with those memories. Once I remembered that, I smiled and texted Francis. [Frank, I don’t like fishtail dresses anymore! I’ll only wear skirts from today onward. I’m going to be mad at you if you mistake someone for me.] Francis texted me an emoji to tell me that he had understood. A long sigh of relief escaped me. I handed the dress to the salesperson. “Let her have it.”