Jessica Jung Book Novels & Stories

Despite changing the sheets and a deep cleaning, the room still felt unclean. Jenny was in that same bed when Jessica unexpectedly checked on her, an uncharacteristic but welcome gesture. She cautiously entered, cracking the door ajar. Jenny, in cream sweatpants and a soft crew neck, looked up from her laptop. "Hey," Jessica greeted awkwardly. "Hello," Jenny replied, closing her laptop, inviting her sister in while she lingered near the door. "How are you feeling?" Jessica asked. Jenny coughed as if battling the remnants of illness. "I'm doing better," she said with a faint smile. Jessica's eyes darted to the door, where Julius stood, casting a shadow. Jenny felt bile rising but forced it do

' Jessa groans frustratingly at her failure to forget what she heard back at Edmond's office. She has been recalling it ever since she left the building and now, she is on her bed still thinking about it. She has even tried to sleep but she just can't push the thoughts out her mind. She would have thought a great force is making the memories stuck so deep in her memories like a glue to a paper but hey, Jessa is never a person to believe in such supernatural things so she immediately dismisses it. She has been reading a lot of fantasy books, as well as supernatural books but she thinks they are all a creation of people.

My wolf growled often, pacing and restless. As soon as the meeting was over, Cassian and Denric left to deal with business at their packs, and I headed straight for the library. We weren’t going to leave Jessa alone when town sentiment was rising against her. When I arrived, she was with Ruby and Mina, gathered around a book and giggling. “So that’s really accurate?” Ruby was asking. “They can all… you know, be inside of you at once?” “It’s the most amazing feeling,” Jessa said, her cheeks flushed. “Honestly. I didn’t think it was possible when I was just reading but—”

" Oh, you're new here, you mustn't know about the rumors. " Rumors? " Yes. They say you're having sex. That it won't be long before they come out. My attention then turned to the girl. She's Jessica Lee, a lawyer. She has Korean parents, but is a naturalized American citizen and has just returned from Seoul to work for the company. I know little about her, and I've already noticed that she's a regular presence in Brandon's office. My impression of her is not the best. I think the woman is a bit arrogant, lives with her head held high and doesn't greet anyone below her rank. However, I have to admit that she is beautiful and dresses very well. I lower my eyes to the cheap floral dress I'm we

suggested Jenny. "Maybe," said Jessica, sitting up in the lounge. "I just feel like I've been given a second chance. I have time to think about what I want to do with my life, and I feel like I can do anything." "You can, Jess. You have so much talent. You just need to find a way to channel it," said Jenny. "That's what I've been doing here," said Jessica, getting excited. "That's good, Jess," said Jenny, beaming.

"I think I will go for the romance novel for now." After breakfast, Jessica tugged into her room. This is my first time in her room. I glanced at the bed; the pillows were propped up against the headboard. A book was face down in the middle of the bed. I grinned and pointed to it "What’s the name of the novel you’re reading?” I asked. "Nightfalls, it’s a mystery novel." "Ohh, I thought you said you only have romance, streamy, and horror." "That novel ain’t mine, I spotted it in the library and decided to spend the night reading it." She admitted

He looked annoyingly calm for someone who’d witnessed me pacing my room like a lunatic last night. He spun his locker open and smirked. “Big day.” “Don’t.” He snorted. “Man’s got nerves.” “I do not.” I yanked my locker open — too hard. The metal clanged like it was offended. Jackson stared. “You just ripped your locker open like it owes you money.” “It’s defective.” “Sure,” he said, laughing. “Okay.” I didn’t answer — because I saw her. ⸻ Jessa. Red sweater today. Hair soft around her face. Books hugged to her chest like armor she didn’t quite need anymore.

he gestured toward the screens, filled with riots, collapsed governments, and shattered institutions— “you have two choices.” Lena’s fists tightened. “Let someone else put the pieces back together. Or take control yourself.” Jessica’s Move Jessica Ramirez had always been good at running. She had spent years hacking into places she wasn’t supposed to be, stealing information from the most powerful men in the world. But right now, she wasn’t fighting firewalls. She was fighting for her life. Her breath came in short, sharp bursts as she weaved through the crowded subway station, hood pulled up, heart pounding.

"Son of Hwang Jisun and Kim Jisoo. Twenty eight years old. Head of the country's most dangerous Mafia syndicate." "Things which you could read in any newspaper," Joonjae scoffed. Yoseob, who was trying to maintain a distance between him and the carnivorous woman in front of him, knew that Joonjae was only pretending to be indifferent. His boss was gauging the woman or to be more specific, what was inside the woman.

“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.”