Resident 5 Jill Novels & Stories

“I’m not going to a safe house.” Jill turns away and walks out of the office without another word. She didn’t stop walking until she reached her small car in the front lot of the packhouse. She wasn’t sure what her plan was, but she knew she needed to go back to that restaurant. She needed to speak to Erin. … Erin was serving a table when Jill arrived. She looked very engrossed in her work and hardly noticed that Jill was nearby. Jill waited off in the corner for a while, assessing and watching as Erin continued her work.

"Not so fast, big brother. The bottle doesn't lie, and it’s pointing right at you. You aren't going anywhere until you pay the toll." Ares looked at her, his dark eyes clouded with a volatile mix of irritation and something darker—fear. "Fine," he bit out, leaning forward. "What is it? Just ask." Jill’s grin widened, sharp and predatory. "Look at you, getting all brave. It’s a simple question, really. Nothing to be afraid of. Tell us, who was your very first love?" She shifted her gaze to me, her expression feigning sweetness. "I hope you don’t mind, Kianna? It’s just a game, after all."

I called softly, but there was no answer. I stood up, put on a thin jacket and stepped out of our temporary bedroom. The morning air was cold and fresh, the scent of wet soil still lingering from last night's dew. In front of the house, a middle-aged woman stood holding a tray containing two cups of tea and a plate of boiled sweet potatoes. "Good morning, Doctor Aisha," greeted Mrs. Narti, the homeowner's mother, with a friendly smile. "Here's a simple breakfast first, yes. Sorry if it's simple."

Christopher asked. Jill looked up at the sky staring at the cotton candy clouds and breathed a huge sigh. She knew if anyone could help her with Cassidy it would be the residents of this town. She worried it might be asking a lot but this was her best hope. “I’m sure you know about my friend right? The one that’s not with us. She’s not in a good way and I need help to break what’s causing her pain.” Jill asked.

Jill asked boldly. Justin chuckled uneasily. Then he said, “I’m sorry. Who is Tara Lambert?” “You know her. She’s the girl bold enough to show her twin C’s on the Fifth,” Jill said in a low voice. Justin laughed. “You’re not going to print that, are you?” Jill giggled. “Of course not.” She winked at him. “Okay, back to Tara Lambert, now that you know who she is. What do you have to say?”

“To give you some advice, Christy. If you want to survive here—if you want to keep him—you’ll have to fight for him. And I don’t think you have it in you.” “Then I guess you’ll be surprised.” “Maybe,” she said, turning to leave. “But remember this… Jillian doesn’t fall in love. He uses. He protects. But he doesn’t love.” Before I could respond, she walked out. And this time, I let her. I was still awake when Jillian returned hours later. He didn’t knock. He just walked in, loosened his tie, and looked at me. “You’re still up.” “I couldn’t sleep.”