You Jezz Novels & Stories

She gestures to the little girl beside her and says, “This little scrap of bee stingers and tree bark-” “Hey!” The child protests. “I'm made of sugar and spice and everything nice! Daddy told you that!” “-is Jezmina but we call her Jezzie.” Malia continues, only acknowledging the girl's interruption with a smile. “Tell them how old you are Ms. Sugar-and-spice-and-everything-nice.” “I'm five!” I smile at the little girl, Jezzie, who is honestly cute as a button. She has long blonde ringlet curls and purplish-blue eyes. She looks so much like Malia that I would guess that they are sisters.

“I’m really serious this time, I’m leaving El Paraiso for good. . . and I will never comeback to this place again. ” Apollo Justice

Jazzy replied “Oh no you don’t understand I can’t just give these to you even on the Newbie tab do you know how much I’d be out if he decides to make you give them back even for just being used.” The guy replies “Do you really think my Uncle won’t pay for these for his only niece.” Jazzy replied with a sweet smile. “Wait…. Oh… so sorry I didn’t realize you were Jazimine Eletrish….. Shit please don’t tell your Uncle anything I said,” He replied back in a very panicked tone.

She looks so much younger when she's nearer than the first day I saw her at CJ's party. She smirks at me. "We need to have a talk. Eye to Eye. Woman to woman." She sits next to me primly and places the bag on top of her lap. "I am Jezebel. Mr. Jeans' second wife. Everything he owns is mine. And when something is mine, I don't let no one take it from me. Absolutely no one. Not even a cheap slut covered in a pretty face and nice hair. That hero act you pulled won't get you a single cent from my family. You're so desperately trying to get that ring so you can snatch away everything I have waited so long to be mine. But sorry honey, I won't let you. "

"Dad . . . " "Yes JJ?" His voice wavered a little, but he didn't look up. I placed my hand over his. "Are you alright?" "Yeah, I'm alright." He slowly raised his head and smiled as if nothing was wrong. His watery blue eyes betrayed him and sometimes it hit me fast and sudden at how his eyes looked exactly like mine. "I'm alright. Now where were we?" "Here," I pointed at the beginning of the puzzle and his smile widened. "Now let's see . . . JJ, what do you reckon?"

"Sure. I'm the black Range Rover." All I can think of is her sexy little jean shorts, her smile, and her spunky attitude. This is gonna be fun.

Eric From the comfort of the sofa, I let my gaze drift down to the pulsing chaos visible through the one-way glass. The music throbbed below, bodies moving under flashing lights, noise and heat rising like steam. Up here, none of that existed. Just silence. Predictability. Exactly how I preferred it. I rose and walked to the glass, just far enough to confirm what I already knew: nothing down there held my interest for more than a few seconds. I returned to the sofa. The untouched bottle sat on the low table between us. He kept his distance, as though getting too close might be a mistake he wasn’t willing to risk.

Still confused, I looked up at him and he squinted. "Do we?" With that rhetorical question, he walked out of the classroom, leaving me behind. Flustered and confused with my heart beating fast. What was that? Do we? KEZIE'S POV "You guys are what!?" I flinched at her tone even though it was over the phone. Sighing and groaning, I kept stuffing my books in my bag as my best friend screamed over the phone. "God, Naza, why did you miss school? Why are you sick?" She questioned herself as she blamed her body for missing the drama.

I thought to myself. Now, it remained Jeiel, Josie, Dwight, Hazel, Ruby and I. Hazel sighed dejectedly and went to take a seat too, beside Sian. What the actual fuck? Josie took a brush and started sweeping. Jeiel took a brush, mixed the soap with water and started scrubbing. Dwight took out the phone and started playing really loud music. It was one of my favorites, wish wish, by DJ Khaled featuring Cardi B and 21 savage. Yes, I am also part of the bardi gang. Who can blame me? Cardi B raps are awesome.

What has my life become? I prayed to the gods of all prisoners for my good-for-nothing friends to come to take me home. I wondered if Jenny was done smooching an idiot that she had seen earlier, and if Cam has finished banging the chick he had caught, in the Lady's bathroom. I knew from the onset that going clubbing with those two was an extremely bad idea. it looked as if the gods had answered my prayers as I saw Jenny striding towards me, her lips swollen from kisses, kisses from different mouths. Before knowing her personally, I had thought that maybe, she was an Orgy girl.