Unfriended Jess Novels & Stories

I'm pretty sure I'd be bogged down with questions before long. "One more thing, I'm gonna need y'all to keep the sheep on a leash for the time being. My girl is kind of on the innocent side, I don't want her seeing certain things." The fucks looked like they expected me to start censoring, and curtailing their natural proclivities, which I wasn't about to do. When there was nothing more forthcoming they relaxed again. "She's an unknown then?" "Yes Max, it's Jessie." I saw realization dawn in his eyes and the slow smile that started to spread across his lips, nosy fuck. Of course he knew who she was he was my right hand and the closest thing I had to a friend outside of Law.

We both froze, pulling apart. From the shadows of the arena tunnel, a figure stepped out into the dim light. It wasn't a reporter. It wasn't a hockey player. And it wasn't my mom. It was a young woman with a dark bob, striking green eyes exactly like Jax’s, and a duffel bag slung over her shoulder. She looked exhausted, pale, and completely out of breath. Jess. Jax's younger sister.

" She had finished. "I truly apologize. Men are scum, but I hope he realizes he's being used and that it's not too late." She wiped her tears away. "I’m Freya. How about you?" She enquired of Jess. "Jess ." She returned her smile. Jess , Zed's sister? Maybe it's another Jess. There are plenty of them. She thought to herself. "Nice to meet you, Jess." She hugged her side. “It's also nice to meet you. It is not always possible to meet a nice top fashion designer. She teased her, making her laugh.

The door opened and her mom bent down to comfort her as she wept for what felt like hours. “Ahem. I don’t mean to interrupt but we do need to ask Jess a couple of questions.” A cop around the same build as Trevor was waiting just inside the house. After going through the routine questions Jess felt like she was about to crumble. She had sat and told the officers that Trevor could have just made a drunken mistake. Throwing herself on the bed she puts her hands on Trevor’s belongings. She felt like she had betrayed Trevor with her lies. She would never get to taste his lips again or feel the warmth of his hug. Death and sadness was all she had known before him. Now death and sadness is

The men watched me when I approached, increasingly attentive to Jessy's well-being, especially after she was attacked a short time ago. Jessy raised her eyes when she noticed my approach. Her dark hair, so different from mine, was loose and drained down one of her shoulders. One of her arms was resting on the table, as the other was busy with whatever she was doing on her cell phone. She was already eating, but totally forgot her plate of nachos with guacamole when she noticed my delay. Jessy hated delays. "Oh, finally," she said, exasperated, dropping her cell phone on the table. Sitting obediently at the next table, his security guards, Bruno and Luís, (and our cousins) waved at me. "I tho

She watched me back, now looking very guilty. "I swear we'll have this conversation" she assured me, but she didn't say when, and it wasn't a real promise. But I nodded, I couldn't do more than that. She was mine only between four walls, and I had agreed to that. I was the donkey. Jessy turned to her mother. "I know you're upset, I know you're stuck for my safety and that of our family. Me too. That's why I'm getting involved in something I can't tell you yet, but I'm gathering information, and I think I'll come to some conclusion soon.”

She's also wearing a specs but I can see her oceanic blue eyes, and she's wearing a simple color grey sweater with a black joni jeans and a converse shoes with a thick book in her tiny hands. I can say she's very simple and studious person. "I want you to meet my girlfriend, Janniah. Niah I want you to meet my closest friend here, Cyanelle." Teejay introduced me to her, which got me surprised! I gave her a genuine smile when she turned her head at me, and she'll do the same. I thought she wouldn't like me, because I know sometimes I'm wearing a bitchy face, so ya' know? She might gonna misinterpret it.

“They’re laughing at you. The girl who ganged up with her idiot friends to jump Jason. Shameless. If you don’t learn to stay low and invisible, I’ll go straight home and tell Mum everything. Trust me, you don’t want that.” She spun on her heel and stormed off just as Jess approached, towel-drying her damp hair. “What was that about?” Jess asked, brows furrowed. “Nothing important,” I lied, forcing a small smile. I didn’t want to drag her into my family drama this early. Jess studied me for a moment but let it go. “If you need to talk, I’m right here.” She pulled on a fitted gray crop top and black shorts, then did a small spin. “How do I look?”

I don't know what to do or feel right now. I remember when I first saw Jess, she was so lost and all alone. Just a little girl afraid in the world all alone when Mom brought her home with us. She almost ran into her with her car because she came out of nowhere. It was a miracle that the car stopped at a foot away. I remember her fearing all of us, thinking we will hurt her. She was a victim, she witnessed something she shouldn't have. She witnessed her parents getting brutally murdered, something no 15-year-old should witness. The reason she became a PI and worked with the police. Mom paid for her studies and when she graduated her mission begun. She hunted all of them down, every single one

"Miss—" "Jess," she said. Still holding my hand. Still standing between me and everyone else like she could protect me from whatever this was. "Her name is Jess Martinez and I've known her for fifteen years and someone needs to explain to me in small words what the hell is wrong with my best friend." "Nothing is wrong with her," Damien said. His voice was gentle in a way I'd never heard it. "Something is different. We just don't know what yet." "Different how?"