Petra X Jesse Novels & Stories

"Petra runs the logistics office on Carmine on the third floor. She handles the dead drops and the routing schedules for the Red Dragon. Silas sends her the boy's coordinates every six hours so she can clear the grid ahead of the transport van. If we get her terminal, we get the next three drop locations before Silas even generates them." Zaria looked at me, her eyes wide. "Can we trust this?" "Domo confirmed it," I said. "But Petra won't let anyone through the door unless she recognizes them. So Nicholas will go in first and tell her he has the emergency physical ledger from the south road. Once the door is unlatched, we move." "I'm going in with him," Zaria said instantly. "No," I countere

The bad things that happened after had taken over my mind. I remembered what Amy said just before we heard about the fight. Was Jake telling the truth or was Amy just trying to make me believe that he was a good guy? But how could everything be a big misunderstanding? That was almost impossible. I needed to speak with Jake again. I needed to hear him say that he didn’t expose those letters and posters. I needed to hear him- “Keisha Peterson, your attention is needed in the principal’s office.”

He was recalculating. "I want the boy on the floor to stop dying," Petra said. "That's all, that's the whole list." I felt something in Damon go still at that, still in the specific way he goes still right before he decides whether a thing is a trick. "You drove...or you had someone drive a phone... three states, for a stray shifter you've never met, currently bleeding out on a stranger's floor."

Either way I meant it. He said: "Okay." One word. Warm in a way that one word shouldn't be able to carry. He said it and nodded once and I felt something settle in my chest that had been unsettled for a long time. --- Two hours later my phone buzzed. Petra. She was requesting a conversation. Off-camera. Her phrasing was careful. Not for the documentary. Something I want to discuss privately. I showed Jaxon. He read it. We looked at each other.

Petra stood up immediately they stepped in, eyes gradually turning white. “Who's this?” She asked in a monotonous voice. “My friend, Tessa.” Ivy replied carefully. “Daughter!” Petra whispered with a voice filled with confidence and assurance. The whole room fell silent.

And her deadline was yesterday! Soon as Jason said, her mobile vibrated and the name ‘Petra’ flashed. Jessica had consciously registered Peter’s number as Petra no avoid suspicion. Petra being the feminine Greek equivalent to Peter, also meant ‘stone’. Jessica felt Peter was a stone tied to her neck ! “Jason will give you a ticket for tomorrow to Thailand. You have to implicate Dr Sam!”, Peter’s gruff voice sounded like a hammer in her ears. “Implicate Dr Sam? How? He doesn’t spare me even a single glance and he is very upright. Also they all know me as Robert’s mistress”, Jessica said incredulously.

Probably some guy gave her a fake number in the bar. "I know what it is. But who are you?" She again asks me anxiously. "I am secretary of the President of the Damison Group. My name is Ethan Stone." I reply to her irritatingly, as she is wasting my time. I need to go home and take a lavender bath with my rubber ducks.

“Neither one of you is going to be able to see through what I saw or understand his pain, except me. You might fight him for a while, but you're going to step back. I'm not going to step back until he's done, until this is broken. Even if it means that he's going to scream in pain for a few days before he is able to stand out and she is out of his head.” I placed my hands on Carter’s wrists, the cold metal biting into my palms as I reached for the shackles. “Lysandra, stop,” Damon ordered. “You don’t know what you’re…” “I know exactly what I’m doing,” I interrupted, loud enough to silence them all. “And if anyone else stops me, trust me, you're not going to like it.”

Kira said, and I shut her up so we could both pay attention. "She is in an apartment in Rockwood county. It's the only highrise building on Tame street. The number is eighteen." She said, and I could not believe she had just given away Petra's location. I was too excited. "So, what is the next move?" The man asked.

"I thought you might want company." "Thank you. We do." We sat together, the three of us, not talking about Jude or the execution or any of the heavy things. We just talked about normal things. Pack gossip. Upcoming events. Plans for the future. It felt good. Normal. Like maybe we could finally start healing. "I have news," Petra said after her second glass of wine. "I'm seeing someone." "Really? Who?" "Remember that lone wolf who came to help during the battle? The one with the dark hair and the tattoos?"