Petra X Jesse Novels & Stories

“Hey, babe.” Oh, dear god. His hand is on mine within an instant, and I carefully remove it, letting his hand fall to the table. I’m not interested. Not in the slightest. “What’s your name? I’m Felix.” “Petra,” I lie. I don’t know why I chose the name “Petra.” It’s the first name that comes to mind for some weird reason. My eyes scan the room for any escape. I hope someone will call me or that just anyone will drag me from here. But that’s just wishful thinking. Lisa is having too much fun to mind her antisocial friend. So I divert my attention to my phone, sending a message to Lisa.

DAMIAN There was a nasty sort of silence after Petra's declaration. Amelia looked dreadful. She pressed her hands between her legs, probably to stop them from shaking. Petra looked around at everyone to take in the effects her words had caused. She looked exultant like Christmas had come early. "And how did you come by that information, Petra?" I finally asked.

just a nobody. "But they really need to stop this bad behavior already, they derived joy in seeing other people hurt", I blurted out. She nodded. "Iam Kelsi" I introduce myself collecting the bottle water I dropped earlier from her. "Rita!" She smiled widely, she is no doubt adorable with her red lips and big bright eyes. I smiled. "Let's get something before the break ends" rita urged exictedly while her followed behind her. After break, I walked into the class and sat down.

“Jarrel is… different now. Scarier, even. But that doesn’t stop women from chasing him.” Kai swallowed hard. “Is he with the mother of his son?” That was the first question that slipped out of her lips. “Are they together?” “I don’t know.” Jess shrugged. “But there’s a woman who’s been visiting his resort for the past year. The longest any woman has ever stayed in his life.” “Who?” “Maisie Victoria—the vice mayor’s daughter.” Kai’s stomach twisted. “Do you think she’s Jarshel’s mother?” She hated how weak her voice sounded.

He asked squinting a little as he glanced at Xavier and gave the older man a respectful bow. "I need all you have on the terrorist organization called Primal" Jelena replied with a nod. Her tone was more of a command than the request it should have been. "I can't give you all I have" Axel's expression turned cold. "Axel" a whisper escaped her lips, Jelena was surprised by Axel's sharp change. She was still a young girl forced into responsibility after all. Seeing Axel standing there and looking at her like that tears welled up in her eyes and she hurriedly turned and walked away to the bathroom.

“You don’t have to do this.” Priscilla placed a gentle hand on his cheek, giving him a soft smile. “I do. I’m their mother. I brought them into this world, and I’ll protect them with everything I have.” Reluctantly, Jake stepped back, his eyes never leaving hers. He looked at Selena and Fatima. “Be ready. If anything goes wrong, we intervene.”

She only wished that the time she had left would be filled with valuable memories that would make up for lost time. Her thoughts were cut short by the arrival of a car that she was not familiar with. She smiled when she spotted Peterson but frowned a bit to see another occupant in the passenger seat. She didn't want to share her son today but she would take anything she could get. Amanda walked to the entrance porch slowly and she got there just as the visitors were being ushered in by a maid. Amanda took in the sight of her son as he stood by the side of a beautiful young woman who seemed a little nervous. The girl was a natural beauty who had dressed simply but elegantly. Amanda walked

She moved through the spaces and people saw her—saw Kira in the wrap against her chest, saw the Alpha Supreme moving through her compound like she owned every inch of it, which she did. People straightened when she passed. Not from ceremony. From something older. She stopped at Dasha's unit. Four women in field gear, checking each other's equipment with the focused ease of people who had trained together. They saw her stop and turned. "Ready?" she asked. "Yes, Alpha," the unit leader said. Her name was Petra—the same Petra who'd taken a deep cut to the side in the last battle. Cleared three days ago. Back on rotation as promised.

The door swung open and there she was, standing in a robe, filling up the doorway as if she belonged there. “Remi, what a surprise,” Petra said, infusinf mock surprise into her voice as she rolled her eyes. Through the space around her, I glance about the house, straining to see him so he could explain to me what the hell she was doing in his house in a robe. “Where's Jesse?” I demanded, my voice softer than I'd intended. “Out,” she replied, leaning against the doorframe, her arms crossed over her chest. “Leave a message, I'll give it all to him.”