Novels by Jessy

Another short night and as usual she sat awake. Her legs set on the bed as she rested a book on her knees. She always invested her insomnia on books. Tipping her head back a little, she rested on the head board, letting out a sigh.Throwing the book on the bed, she threw herself out of bed.Glancing at the mirror, her eyes landed on a little paper on the table. Picking it up, her eyes skimmed through it. It was an address and attached to it was quite a stash of money.Go get yourself a haircut and a little fun károíties. A little fun won't hurt.She stared at the writing and back at her reflection. She appeared paler than usual and her hair was an obvious mess. Not that she cared anyways. But one last look at the writing made her shrug. Just this once maybe work could come later. She really needed the distraction. " Fine but just this once am I letti

She made her way into the little building. The darkness welcomed her just like it always did. Just like she always loved it. Moving quieter than usual, she made her way up the stair, arriving in front of the door. Turning gently on the nob, she stepped into the dark room. The room in the shape she had left it. She picked the books piled on the bed and arranged them orderly on the book shelf. The curtains had been drawn shut and she was grateful for it. She couldn't bare the feeling of facing or coming in contact with light. It was her her main reason why she moved only at night. And took her time to make her home give off the eerie feeling of darkness.She lowered herself onto the edge of the bed and took a look around. Tonight had been rather different from her usuals. She has been dormant for a while till he came along requesting for her help. Funny how a person of his caliber would need her help. After all, he was the supremacy of a certain abo

Everybody has fears. Even if it's of the most insignificant things. Fears do come true, fears haunt, fears eat deep, devouring your sanity. Your fear is your weakness. Some prefer to run from it, to hide from it. Denying your fears don't help you; overcoming it does. You overcome your fears you become stronger. How do I know? Let's just say my life has revolved around a lot of fears. Some of which left me hollow and opposite of who I was. It is said that heaven and hell are two different places. You face hell on Earth, you face heaven later right? Trash!Being an outcast isn't something I'd say is nice neither would I say is bad. I'm the god of my own self. Why? When you're not accepted by the being in heaven nor the being in hell, you become what I am. A being in between with despicable powers which lie between good and bad. And I won't say I work for a certain party. I'm an outcast. Even o