Spell Jessica Novels & Stories

“Every drawer, every corner. But the phone wasn’t there. What else did you want them to do?” Jessica froze, her eyes widening. “What do you mean it wasn’t there? Of course it was there! Where else could it be?” Her voice rose with every word, shrill with desperation. “Of all the persons it could be with it had to be Brielle! Brielle! Do you even know what that means?!” She yelled, gripping her hair in frustration. Scott tilted his head, his lips curving into that smirk she hated so much. “It means, my darling Jessica, that you underestimated Brielle. She is smarter than you think.”

MELISSA'S POV I climbed down the stairs yawning from tiredness. I didn't go to bed on time last night because I couldn't stop watching the late night fashion show displaying. I loved the way they all dressed and spoke eloquently. I really want to be like that, go to school and be able to speak that way. I would talk to Asher about it, maybe he would get me a teacher so I could able to read and write. The little knowledge I have, I learnt from princess Melissa's books which helped me to understand most of human language.

she said sweetly, “I just wanted to apologize.” Jess folded her arms, instantly wary. I raised an eyebrow. “For what exactly?” Jessica smiled tighter, eyes glittering like she was trying hard to play nice. “For… the misunderstanding earlier. It was all a mix-up.” But inside, I knew better now. Jessica Summers couldn’t fool me twice.

Jessica stared down at the rainwater gathering around her shoes. Then whispered: "...Jonathan wasn't a good person." Silence. No interruption. No shock. No immediate questions. Nothing. Just Sophie sitting beside her. Listening. Jessica looked down at her hands. "They always start nice." Her voice sounded small. Almost like she wasn't talking to Sophie at all. Almost like she was talking to herself. Jessica swallowed. "He was funny." Rain tapped quietly around them. "He made me laugh." Her eyes filled again. "He remembered little things about me."

No, she assured herself, she was entirely over Nicholas; any decision she made was driven by her own desires and had nothing to do with her past relationship. Justin interrupted Jessica's thoughts with a casual wave in front of her face, pulling her back to the present. Realizing he had posed a question, Jessica sighed and admitted, "Honestly, I can't answer that myself. Did you cast some kind of spell on me?" She teased, attempting to inject humor into the moment. A smile played on Justin's lips as he responded, "If I had enchanted you, I would have seen it through. Your status wouldn't have deterred me from being intimate with you, my dear." Justin stood up, searching for his pants.

And now, things are already getting out of hand. She thought of Cassienne. She thought of the promise she had made to her. And then she understood something important. This was already bigger than a promise she made. “It’s not me,” Jessica said quietly. Joseph’s eyes narrowed, daring her to lie to him. “It's not me they're looking for. I swear it, uncle.” She defended. “You are Madox, damnit.” Joseph barked. “Yes, the person they want is NULLWRAITH, they know that I know who she is.” Jessica explained.

You use that sword like you are dancing with such elegance, but the damage you do to your enemy is fantastic! JessBlue I look at this Bampire called Cristina who tells me about my skills. She is beautiful, but that does not mean I will trust her right away. I look at her and say, "Cristina, I will have my brother Justin confirm everything you told me about yourself, and if what you say is true, then I will consider training you." She then smiles and tells me, "Thank you so much. May I ask you your name?" I begin to laugh while shaking my head back and forth, "yes, my name is Jessblue."

She swallowed her saliva and looked at Lucas in horror. "Senior, you..." "You should know the gap between us now, right?" Lucas looked at Jessa indifferently. Jessa certainly knew that. She was a Rank 7 Ultimate Earth Ranked Realm Gene Fighters, but in front of Lucas, she was so vulnerable! Jessa, who had always been proud, had suffered a very serious blow! She realized that in front of Lucas, she's just a clown. ... Lucas asked Jessa, "By the way, where are you from?"

“It’s always been that way back then, and even now! Why is it always you?!” “What are you talking about?!” Yuri finally snapped, growing tired of Jessica speaking in riddles. “It isn’t you! It can’t be you!” Jessica nearly screamed. “I’m the one who is supposed to be the Chosen One! It isn’t you! It can’t be you! Not you! It’s supposed to be me! Me!” Yuri can only stare as Jessica behaved in a way comparable to that of a severely unstable woman as she continued to dodge every single one of Jessica’s moves.

But they were starting to notice. Jessica tilted her head, tone syrupy. “Bianca? Is everything alright?” Bianca blinked. “Yes, of course. I just—momentarily forgot the order of the steps. That’s all. It’s a complicated spell sequence, you know how these things are.” She laughed lightly, like forgetting your own ancestral unlocking method was completely reasonable. I smiled. It was a small thing. Barely a twitch. But Jessica caught it. She spun on her heel, eyes narrowed. “What are you laughing at, you wolfless?!”