Jessica Goodman Book Novels & Stories

June June was someone who had a rough time in school. She was not too sharp with books yet not so bad. But she was in a place where people, were judged by academics and she wasn't given enough opportunity to do anything, there were people pulling her down frequently. People around were too shallow to let her be. She was that unnoticed girl who was like invisible to everyone. Her presence din't really affect anyone but nor did her absence. She thought she wouldn't make any friends in her life ever. Yet in her final two years of High School she managed to make pretty decent friends. She loved and cherished memories of those awesome people. For her love was something magical, she thought when s

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Jessica would be glad for this existence if there was a moment she could give to repay Moon's gratitude. “It appears that God will never let one go without rewarding their labor of deeds,” Jessica said to Ben, drawing a steadying breath before starting her ascent of the steps. She was no longer Lawrence after her father's death. ★★★ Liam's grandma, who was in the car with Arlondo, breathed a sigh of relief after meeting the boy and hearing his voice. She closed her eyes, leaned back in her seat, and whispered, "I have not felt such warmth in my heart in a long time. Don't you think Cornell was incredibly nice?"

He was working in the bedroom. Noticing her, he looked up and glanced at her on purpose. "Why do you come back so late? Where did you go?" "Mr. Maddox, are you questioning me?" Jessica was in a good mood. She put down her bag casually, walked over lightly, hugged Christian's wide and thick shoulders. "I'm in a good mood today, so I treated Gail to a delicious meal," She explained. Christian frowned. "You're so happy?" "Um." Jessica smiled, "I have managed to get rid of the negative tips and got the endorsement of the high-end and luxurious jewelry. Of course, I'm happy!"

“And I can help you with that.” I looked up at her. “How?” Jessica reached into her bag and pulled out a book, the leather cover is faded and old. “After Yara hid me in the temple, I found this in the High Priestess’s chambers. I took it with me when I ran because I thought it might be important.” She handed it to me and I opened it carefully, seeing pages covered in a handwriting I don’t understand. “What is it?” “It’s your mother’s book” Jessica said. “It covers everything you need to know. Your mother would have used this when she was learning, and it should work for you too since you have her bloodline.”

Noah finally spoke again. “Are you tired?” The question was simple. I looked at him briefly before answering. “A little.” He nodded quietly. He didn’t say anything else after that. Jessica then started talking about the book she had just bought. She opened her shopping bag slightly and showed the cover. “This is actually a mystery novel.” Angel immediately leaned forward with interest. “A mystery with murder?” Jessica laughed. “Why does it have to be murder?” Angel grinned. “A mystery without murder feels less exciting.” Noah said casually,

"Kaia Keene, first you refuse to do your good deeds, and now you're making up lies." "I'm not lying! I ran out of money and got a part-time job. I met this old woman, and she wants me to give her a grandson—" I rushed to explain, desperate to make her believe me. She cut me off. "Then have the baby. Give them a healthy boy, and I'll count it as ten years' worth of good deeds. You won't have to worry about your daily good deed anymore." The call disconnected. I stared at the phone, stunned.

She'd been doing it since Chapter 2 and I'd stopped noticing how valuable it was until recently. Jess was in the kitchen with Emma Chen. I stopped in the doorway. Emma had a notebook open on the table and was asking Jess something I'd missed the beginning of, and Jess was answering with the specific directness she used when she'd decided to take something seriously. They looked up when I came in. "She's been asking me what it's like," Jess said. "From the outside. Being human in this situation." "What did you tell her," I said. "That it's mostly administrative," Jess said. "You spend a lot of time updating your understanding of what's possible and very little time being actually surprised an

She offered me one. "I don't drink with kidnappers." "Kidnapper. Such an ugly word. I prefer to think of it as facilitating a conversation." Jessica sipped her wine. "Emma really is remarkable. So mature. So talented. You've done well with her." "What do you want, Jessica?" "Closure." She gestured to the couch. "Please, sit. We have much to discuss." "I'll stand." "Suit yourself. But you might want to sit for this. It's a long story."

Jessica had quipped before I got in the matter of Faith’s glare. Jessica kept me breathing, laughing, even when I hated the sound of it coming out of my own mouth. She didn’t let me fall too far. And now, here I was: new apartment, new job, and for the first time in a long time, I could say I felt almost... okay. *** Dr. J leaned back in her chair, notepad resting on her thigh, her pen untouched today. "You look lighter," she said, eyes warm behind her glasses. "How does it feel?"