Jessy Jacob Novels & Stories

Sawyer stubbornly tried to use the last of the funds Jessa left behind. By using this money, Sawyer was trying to chase the feeling that Jessa had left a mark on this world. Yet, when he keyed in the password, a video popped up on the screen. In the video, Jessa was sitting in a brightly sunlit garden and elegantly sipping tea. She wore a white dress and looked resplendent.

Then, with a small awkward bow: “I’m Jessa.” Her voice was light, almost musical despite the starkness of the hall. She was about my age - maybe a year older - nineteen. She had soft brown hair tied back with a fraying ribbon, clothes worn but clean, and sturdy work shoes that looked like they’d survived years of labour. There was something tired in her eyes… …but something hopeful, too. “I’m supposed to help you today,” she continued, shifting the basket in her hands. “Show you the quarters, the hall, and… um… anything else you need.”

Jordan sighed. "I did too." Jack's driver delivered Jess to his doorstep at exactly 8:47 pm that night. She was dressed in a tight red body con dress that left little to the imagination. She applied red lipstick to match and a pair of red heels that buckled around the ankles. Jess was a petite but very shapely woman, she was also very beautiful. Her curled weave sealed the Marilyn Monroe look she was obviously going for. Jack gave her his best smile as he led her inside the house. She walked ahead of him, deliberately exaggerating the swing of her hips. Jack followed her to the couch where she made herself comfortable.

I wanted to laugh at her actions and words, I knew her dramatic behaviour very well, especially those crocodile tears of her, but I didn’t react, I just stood there, silent. "You don’t need to explain yourself, Jessy,” Jacob said, his voice soft and affectionate in a way, he never been with me, "she doesn't deserve your explanation or kindness, she is so adamant and arrogant, leave her." Jessy? A nickname? So wonderful, In seven years, Jacob never once called me by anything but my full name occasionally, as most of the time he doesn't even use my name to call me, and now, here he was, calling her Jessy like it was the most natural thing in the world.

"Please, Jessy. Pretend to be my girlfriend." -----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Ethan was on her side. “Where’s Jake?” She asked. She was smiling now. I turned my phone to Jacob. He smiled at Jessy. God! That dimple is making me swoon. “Hi there Jes! Looking good huh.” He said and took off his sunglasses. He has pale blue eyes. “Oh Jake, I’m always looking good. Go straight here. We ordered your favorite!” Jessy said. “How could I say no to you? Is that okay to you Cindy?” He looked at me.

The crystal’s glow brightened, filling the hidden library with silver light, and for the first time since this nightmare began, I felt it clearly. I wasn’t alone, and whatever darkness lay ahead, I would not face it by myself. And whatever trial awaited Ethan, I would help him. Because I was Jessie, daughter of Luna Catherine, heir to a legacy hidden in blood and magic. Wolf by birth, witch by inheritance, protector by destiny. The power sleeping inside me was stirring, stretching, and answering my call.

But it is simply not so easy to just take his raw affection for my body back once it has been fully given away to another man. As the dark forest evening approaches the valley, Jessa Moore finally manages to slip away from her family cabin, leaving the little Reed Walker Twins safe under the heavy guard of her own pack parents. Her boots click softly against the floor as she approaches my bedside, letting out a long, ragged sigh as she looks at my broken frame lying there under the thin white sheets. “Mars hasn't opened his eyes yet, Tyler?” Jessa whispers, her hand touching my cold forehead. “Brother, why does his beautiful male body have to carry such a terrible, bloody destiny in this for

My mother was disoriented enough that she let my dad hold her for comfort. “Mom?” I swallowed “where’s Josh? What happened? Bri?” I was on the verge of breaking down, I hadn’t let myself break down, but seeing my family here like this. I didn’t know how much longer I was gonna be able to hold out. “His Jaguar, his friend was driving, he didn’t make it Dev and Josh is in a critical condition. He’s in the OT” Brianna relayed to me amidst sobs. I sucked in air because I felt like I wasn’t quite getting enough.

She didn't exactly die by his hands, but she might as well have. Richard didn't bother repeating himself. He merely stared back at me with a hard expression. Raven's twin looked like she wanted to roll her eyes so bad but had to settle with pursing her lips instead. "So Lazarus had twin daughters, and you're MATED to one of them?" My tone was accusatory. "Yes!" Richard nodded proudly. There was not a hint of shame in his manner. "And the other one is in your custody. Tessa has been looking for her twin, Alpha Jett. That's why I sent guys into Louisiana."