Jess Sims Quotes Novels & Stories

He cleared his throat again and Jess interrupted him. “You think I’m experiencing some kind of delusion?” She scoffed. “I am not delusional! I am not crazy!" She turned to Trevor. "Trev, I'm not crazy" She tried to choked back tears. “Just listen.” He nodded back at the Dr.

“This is completely different, Jess. Fighting is easy. Pretending to be someone I’m not... facing high-society billionaires? What if I fail?” “Can you please stop with the 'What ifs'?” she groaned, shaking her head. “You’ll never know what you’re capable of until you try. If you try and it blows up in our faces, fine! We run. We look for another job. But you can't just give up before you even try.” She had a point. “So...” Jessica stretched out her palm, a challenging smile playing on her lips. “Are you in, or are you out?”

Gross! "Fine. Take all the time you need, princess" she mocked. Why is she mocking me? I have the good sense to turn around, enter my car and just…yes! Finally, I got the right speech. "Well, life is not fair, Aniston and unfair things happen to people all the time. But we don't throw in the towel. Instead we suck it up and keep pushing" I clenched my fist in solidarity. Aniston narrowed her eyes on me. "Did you seriously just quote Coach Richardson from that movie 'boys on fire'? How dumb do you think I am?"

Just silence behind me as we drove off into my future. I leaned my head against the window, watching the quiet streets of the sleeping city pass by. “This is my fifth time, Jess,” I said quietly. “I’ve gone after this opportunity every damn year it comes up. And every year, I’ve come back with nothing but a broken ego and a polite rejection.” Jessica twisted in her seat fully, now serious. “Yeah. And you know why? Because you were naive. Soft. You thought looking pretty and posing right would be enough.”

“Like you.” “She was such a badass,” Jess smiled. “No matter how crazy things got, she never stopped fighting. I have to admit, there was a while there where I thought we wouldn’t make it. She um… got slashed up pretty bad. I think, had it been me, that I would have just quit. I might have if I had just been me. But when Emma got roped into this, I knew I couldn’t.”

"You shouldn't even imagine what the life of the older sister of a family with only women should be like," said Jessy, sitting on the nearest bench. She put the soda can on her lap, next to the small black bag, and bit the hot dog before continuing. "Since I was little, I could never feel weak. I had people who mirrored themselves in my way of seeing problems.”

“About Jess. About how you leave destruction behind. Tell me he’s wrong.” Cain’s gaze dropped to my hands, then slowly climbed back up to my face. “Simon twists everything until it fits what he needs. You know that.” “That’s not an answer.” Cain crossed the room slowly. I pressed harder against the wall. He stopped inches away and looked down at me. But he was still close enough that he felt the heat from his body, that he smelled rain on his skin. “Jess made her own choices,” he said quietly. “She knew the risks. I told her to stay out of it. She didn’t listen.”

“How are you going to survive the games if you give up like this?” As if she was fresh and straight out of bed, Jess rolled to her side and struck a provocative pose. “I have some secret weapons.” By the way her friend’s breath had already steadied, she was certain Jess was just fed up. She rolled her eyes and sighed, before leaving her behind and carrying on.

Simon jokes, trying to lighten the mood with his usual irreverence. "No! This woman is not a snack. She's a full meal, with dessert, and she's so delicious you want to buy more to take home," I retorted, half-jokingly but also trying to convey the intensity of my feelings for Jane. "Oh my God. My mother always said, 'In this life, you'll see things, my son,' and now I realize it's true. I've lived to see Jayden suffering over a woman. But what happened?" Simon's tone shifted slightly, showing genuine curiosity and concern.

I knew instantly who'd done it. Before long, the Internet was piling on. "Ten years is more than enough to leave someone in the dust. Mark seriously thinks he can beat Jerome? The same guy he personally shipped overseas to study? What a joke." Then one comment caught my attention. "Is it just me, or is he actually the guy who used to simp for the Burkes' long-lost daughter they just found?" "Nah, you've got it wrong. That's the Swain heir. Why would he be simping for her?"