Jessica Jung Novels & Stories

The realisation hit Jessica harder than expected. Because she remembered that feeling. Remembered it perfectly. One application remained on her desk long after the others had been sorted. A young woman named Ana. Twenty years old. No connections. No formal training. Working nights in a supermarket. Painting in her tiny apartment whenever she could. The application included a short note. Only three lines. Yet Jessica read it repeatedly. I know I'm not the best. I just need somebody to believe I can become better. The words stayed with her all day.

The tears kept coming, and she felt her shoulders shaking with sobs. Chantelle took a few more deep breaths, trying to steady herself. She knew she had to keep going, had to get through this day and then figure out a way to escape from this place. She turned on the vacuum cleaner and started working on the living room, trying to lose herself in the repetitive motions. But the work only seemed to make her more upset, and she had to stop several times to wipe away the tears that kept coming. Finally, she was done vacuuming, and she moved on to mopping the kitchen floor. It was slow, tedious work, and it seemed to take forever. But at last she was done with everything including cooking. She loo

I turned back dialing a number. Suddenly someone walked closer to me, she fell on her knees. “Please don't kill us,” she pleaded, but before I could respond she zapped me with a teaser and I fell down…everything slowly went blank.

One seem to be very pretty and refuses to take her eyes off Supreme. “ Wow, you are finally becoming a maid just like me!” she strides forward to Supreme and squats in front of her. The first thing she does is pulling her hair tightly so that she begin to groan helplessly. By her hatred towards Supreme, I could tell she also had a bad experience with her. “ Incase you forgot about me, I’m Jessica, the beautiful maid you got jealous of and asked to be fired!” she yanks her hair arduously. “ So the bastard refused to fire you and lied to me?!” Supreme grit her teeth as she force to drag her hand off her hair.

exclaimed Dean, the man next to Jessica. Jessica, who was still analyzing everything, was shocked and turned her head, "Do you think I want my career ruined? Of course not! There's a modeling award coming up soon, I don't want to lose my trophy! That's why I'm doing this, to get the media's attention on me! Wait a minute, who's Mummy Stefi are you talking about? Are you cheating on me behind my back, Dean?" said Jessica with a giggle.

So I crept around the village, darting from tree to tree and glancing into every house. At long last, through a kitchen window, there she was. Jessica Michaels. She stood at the sink, washing the dishes as her parents sat in the next room. I picked up a stick and threw it at the window, hoping to catch her attention. Her eyes snapped to the forest as she froze. She glanced through the door to where her parents sat. They hadn’t heard, and I prayed she wouldn’t call them. And the Goddesses listened. She grabbed a towel, dried her hands, and shut the door from the kitchen to the living room. She slid the back door and stepped gingerly onto the porch.

“I don’t need to know.” The woman glared. “Oh my God, so cold. Are you a man or a freezer?” Ken quickly waved his hands to prevent the atmosphere from heating further. “Uhh… Miss, what’s your name?” “Jessy,” she answered sharply. “Full name Jessica Anandita. If you read the news tomorrow, maybe there’ll be a big headline: ‘Bride runs away from wedding.’ But whatever.” Reno only raised an eyebrow. “Huh, rather than living with someone I hate? Better to run,” Jessy said boldly. “Besides, I don’t want to be the Anandita family’s property.”

Dressed in a Superman T-shirt and ripped jeans, with her hair tied back in a ponytail, she probably looked like a teenager on a school field trip. The guard radioed someone, speaking in low tones before turning back to her. "May I have your name, Ma'am?" His tone was more respectful now, the skepticism gone. "J-Jessica. Jessica Chongson," she answered. He gave a small nod before relaying the name through his walkie-talkie. Moments later, he turned back to her. "You may proceed to the 13th floor, Ma'am." He gestured towards the elevators. "Thanks," she muttered before making her way inside.

I hear her say to herself as she is motivating herself not realizing the call is still going. I quickly wake my brother up and point to my phone I think he gets it and I put the call on speaker as I hear her taking deep breaths trying to calm herself down. I show my brother the number he track it while looking into whose it is. It comes back to a nineteen year old Jaymes Tevin Jones. It also shows her location out of the city in the forests. "You say Mark brother's friend?" I ask I hear a small gasp I'm sure she is shocked I'm still on the call. I signal my brother to get ready. He knows to also wake up at least a few more of my guys as I go to my room and get dressed.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.