Jessica Jung Book Novels & Stories

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.”

I wasn't a moon goddess anymore. I was just Jessica—the girl who had been sold for gambling debts, now covered in the mud of a world that wanted to consume her. Jax didn't stop. He didn't even look down at me. His grip on my thighs and back tightened until it was borderline painful, his leather bracers biting into my skin. "Thorne’s trackers have ears like bats, Jessica. Every word you speak is a beacon. You talk, we die. And I don't plan on dying in a hole because you’re feeling stubborn."

Jessica compared them and came out after confirming. In a bookstore. Jessica ordered a hot drink at the counter, found a seat by the window, and sat down. She took off her heavy coat and a scarf, put them on the back of the chair, took out the notes and books in her bag, and began to review them. She was wearing a beige loose sweater, and her long sleeves covered half of her hand. She held a warm pacifier in her hands, lowered her head, and took a sip. She looked at the book and read it for a while. Then she looked up at the ceiling and recited it for a while. After reading the book again, she smiled and continued to read the next paragraph.

Jessica replied calmly. "Are you sure?" Mr Gonzales asked with raided brows. "Sure. I was totally in the dark." Jessica lied, meeting Mr Gonzales' gaze square with unwavering eyes. Everyone seemed to be satisfied with her answer and so they turned away to inspect the house again. Jessica was also left alone to her Inspection and thoughts and so she turned again quickly to her search. Under the scattered books, Jessica's sharp eyes had caught the glint of metal. She quickly stooped to the floor and slowly pushed a book away.

One v e r n o n Catherine Jung is a girl that resembles all the beautiful words in perfectly woven poetry. Her raven hair cascades down her dainty collar bones like an evening in winter, a dark cloak atop snow-like porcelain skin, so bright and ever radiant that no blade would dare scratch it. Her eyes, don't sparkle like the stars nor they resemble galaxies. It mirrored a dark hole, an endless pit of mystery and darkness, far from any heavenly body. I’m never a fan of heavenly bodies anyway.

You are one pure, innocent soul'. She kept pushing him and his words had no effect on her. All that resonated in her mind was the words of Jungkun. She dragged him to the centre of the road and he tried to get out of her grip. A truck was approaching them and he howled, 'You are Jung Kim Hea who is not able to hurt a fly, Stop, damn it'.

And the resiliency of her spirit. Ksenia pointed to Jessa. Jessa sighed. "I'm Jessa. Wickedly good with a scalpel and sewing people back up. Pregnant, I get to sit at home and help with information inter- and extrapolation. I'm a good critical thinker-when I'm not overrun with baby hormones. And I'm always good for a joke."