Jessica Jung Book Novels & Stories

he said coldly. But for the first time in his long career, Jaeyoon Jung felt fear creeping in. Because he knew—his opponent was no longer just a reckless young man. Joshua Miller had become a real threat, fortified by love, courage, and the loyalty of people Jaeyoon had never expected to turn against him. And that—was more dangerous than anything he had ever faced. The next morning, Seoul’s sky was startlingly clear, as though it too welcomed the warmth filling Joshua’s living room. Nathan and Elizabeth arrived earlier than usual, carrying a basket of fruit and wearing genuine smiles that slowly made Ivy feel less like an outsider.

Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally

“Jessica, before you open your eyes, please listen carefully,…” Mr. Ondrink said, about to explain to her what she was about to see but before he could finish Jessica lifted her face from her knees and opened her eyes. Jessica looked around her in a panicked state. Her chest tightening, making her feel as if she cannot breathe. She stumbled around trying to step back, but every time she does; she bumped into a man. When she looked around, she stared into a Spirit-wolf with a man bowing down to her. She tried to focus, trying to control her breathing, but the smoke and the stuffiness inside the Igloo were making her more panicked. She noticed the way she came into the Igloo was clear and she

“Just once… let me watch you while you write.” Jessica managed a faint smile. “I don’t have plans to start a new book yet. I just finished Red Thorn, and I think my mind deserves a little rest…” She paused for a moment, her gaze drifting forward as if she were seeing something only she could envision. “…But I think I already know what kind of story I’ll write next.” “Really!? What kind of book?” Jerome asked, his voice brimming with excitement. Jessica fell into deep thought before speaking. “I think it’s time I write about something more real…stories grounded in truth. My next book will be inspired by actual experiences.”

Jessica said while motioning to another guard to hand her another manga which he obediently did “Haigh…..” ‘This rich brat’ Jerry thought. “By the way, isn’t Jason taking too long in the toilet? Did he chicken out of the reading competition he himself set up?” Jessica mumbled all the while having her eyes only on the BL manga. “Never Understand huh…? I heard this manga is an emotional…” “Indeed! Especially when Jaerim was blackmailed and kidnapped by that bastard who pretended to be his friend! But he does get character development I think, in the side story… I haven’t read it though,” Jerry said with sparkling eyes and acting like a fellow injected with chicken blood.

She took one and unwrapped it before she made her way to the room’s door. Jess had not run into anybody yet, but the bigger problem is she had no idea where she was and how to get out of her. As she made it down the hall, two voices could be heard, Jess turned the first doorknob she could find and run into the room. She softly closed the door and pressed herself against the wall hoping that now one could see her through the glass part of the door. When she heard the voices start to become distant, she left out a breath she was holding in. Jessica took a step away from the wall and moved deeper into the room. It was clearly an office. The walls were lined with books, most had medical terms al

After a while, Jessica walked out from the room inside, accompanied by the trembling Lucy behind her. Then, she spoke through gritted teeth, "Don't worry about it, Aunt Hayley. I'll let him enjoy some pain tomorrow!" After she said that, Jessica tightened her grip, and the booklet titled Romantic Son-In-Law and His Beautiful Wife instantly turned to pieces. Then, it flew out like butterflies. When she was in the inner room just now, Jessica flipped through the booklet while listening to Hayley and Caspian's conversation. Jessica did not know why, but as Lucy put back the money pouch where Caspian kept it, Jessica unexplainably kept the booklet.

By the time she heard the commotion in the hallway, she was weak from it. “Gods and goddesses!” Ben bellowed as he and Jasper appeared out of nowhere. “Butchers! They’re all spawns of the devil!” Racing from female to female his voice cracked with emotion as he said to each one as he inspected their conditions, “I’m so sorry. What have they done to you?” It took several moments of asking questions before he realized that they didn’t respond because they couldn’t. “Lila?” Jasper softly choked out as he gently placed a covering over her naked, bruised, and bloody body. “Lila, it’s Jasper. I’m so sorry it took this long to rescue you.”

Their expression was calm but tinged with urgency. “You’ve come far,” the stranger said, their voice layered with echoes that reverberated through the very fabric of the room. “But your journey is far from over.” “I’m tired of riddles,” Jessica shot back, her voice rising slightly. “Tell me what I need to do.” The stranger tilted their head slightly, as though considering the question. “Do? There’s nothing left to do. Only to decide.” Before she could respond, the books began to fall from the shelves, each landing open at her feet. Pages flipped rapidly, revealing fragments of lives lived and lost, choices made and undone. Some showed moments of triumph; others depicted failures so profound

JESSICA The forest was silent, too silent. The moon hung above like a watchful eye, painting the world in silver and shadow. I swung my blade again and again, each strike slicing through the air with desperate precision. Sweat clung to my skin and burned, but I didn't stop. I couldn’t bring myself to stop because all I could think of was revenge. It was ringing in my mind like a bell. Every breath was a reminder of the day the werewolves came. They had taken everything from me. My family, my joy. All that I have left was my uncle and my wonderful friend Mel. My uncle taught me how to fight, how to hide, and how to hate.