Unfriended Jess Novels & Stories

Maybe, finally, I can trust others again just like how much I trust my friends that I met a few months ago. "Ah, Jane." She calls me. Shee adjusted her glasses for a moment before she looked at me. "Hmm?" "Do you know where Cheska is?" I was momentarily taken aback by this question. Even Chelsea doesn't know about her? She was like Cheska's closest friend among the rest of us. Why doesn't she know? I was about to tell her about it when someone interrupted us. "Couz!" I could barely move when I heard his voice. Those medium-pitch voice she's always have. It was like a nightmare for me to hear that voice.

She had no right to be mad at me, none whatsoever, especially not after what her family had put me through. Her lips parted but no words came out, then a single tear slid down, making its way slowly down her perfect face. My chest tightened at the sight and I approached the side of the cage, stretching my hand in her direction. “Jess,” I called in a small voice through the noise, “Are you okay?” The loud noise from the crowd interrupted my reverie, forcing me to reluctantly peel my eyes away from Jess, just in time to see the butt end of the axe coming straight for my head.

Gigi "There is nothing to forgive, Jessblue. I know you did not mean it. Hey, look at me!" Jessblue looks up at me while I caress her face. "Whatever is going on with you, Jessblue, I hope you find the strength to heal from this pain in your heart. If there is anything I can do to help you, please let me know! You are my friend Jessblue, and I don't want anything dangerous to ever happen to you. I would never betray our friendship! We have no one. We only have each other here in this horrible place that enslaves us."

I answered. "It is exactly what you think, Ma'am." Ryan cut in, "He's my uncle, related by blood." "What? Does Jess know?" Mrs. Ford asked, taken aback. "I told her, but she doubted me. So I'm here to prove it to her myself." "She's not in. Leave." "Jessie doesn't have any friends, I'm sure she's in here somewhere. Jess!" He called out. "Ryan, get out. Now!" I growled, baring my teeth in anger.

Whether she was sincere or not, I might not have made it out of high school alive without her. "Believe it or not, these past few years, I genuinely cared about you. Not just because of love, but because you were a part of my life through all those dark, early years. No one can resist a savior sent from above, Jess. "You should be happy for me. You didn't drain all my courage to love—after all these years, that's the one way out you left me." The corners of Jessica's eyes were moist, her voice laced with a quiet bitterness as she asked, "Seb, am I really that unforgivable?"

"I'll make coffee for you right away." Jessi nodded with a smile, then leaned back on the back of her work chair and spun around. "It's true what mommy said. "It's the people closest to you who betray," muttered Jessi, looking straight ahead. "Are Leon and Julie going to betray me too?" The sound of her cell phone ringing interrupted the beautiful woman's thoughts. "Jimmy," she muttered. "Hello," said Jessi, very spoiled. "What's wrong with calling me? Did I not satisfy you last night?"

she rolls her eyes in mischievousness trying to shift our focus from the CCTV. “Ok, then we have no other option than to search your belongings, we have no other option. See Molly, I know you've been screaming innocence but, all fingers are pointing to you right now and you have to prove your innocence.” Madeline's brother Uncle Jeet says while trying to cheer me up. “But you can't search my bags like that, I did nothing” At this point, my eyes are about to drip with tears as I watch everyone point fingers at me but Richard. Richard's eyes reflect sympathy for me but Jason? The disgusting man is standing with his mom with disdain in his eyes for me.

Sometimes she wondered if the other woman slept there. Jessa knocked on the back door and waited for Frankie to open it. The diner wasn’t open yet and Jessa didn’t have any keys. She shifted her backpack from one shoulder to the other. The solid door opened but instead of seeing Frankie’s smiling face, Jimmy stood there. “Hi, Jimmy, how are you?” she greeted the owner of the diner. The dour-looking man stared down at her. “Jessa, what are you doing here?” “Umm, I’m working the breakfast shift to cover Wendy.”

She continued to turn around frantically until Jess arrived from the kitchen, carrying a glass of warm water. “Who are you and how did you get in here?” Ciara asked Jess as though she was about to launch an attack on her. “Don’t tell me Samuel didn’t say a word about me to you,” Jess said nonchalantly. Then she sighed and said, “My name is Jess, and I am Samuel’s close friend.”

"He's no killer, Jess. Okay? Just a troubled guy with issues." "Yeah," she murmured before looking away, seeming a tad doubtful. "I won't tell anyone, if you don't want me to." Good. She understood the stakes. "Yeah. Thanks." Whew... "But in case you're gonna report it..." Jessi got up from her seat and grabbed her phone. "You can use the CCTV footage as proof." ×