Meaning Of Jessica Novels & Stories

If anything, she spoke like a true Lady. “Who are you?” Tom asked her as the woman was blinking her blue orbs at Tom. He felt like he had seen those eyes before. But where? “Pardon me, my lord?” “What’s your name and why do you want to associate with me so much?” Tom asked her as she was looking at Tom. Then, she did something that threw Tom off-balanced—she smiled. “My name is Jessica. But you can call me Jessie. I am in search of the legends and folklore in the coastal city but I think I would rather have you to be my subject of study now,” Jessie, the young woman, said as Tom was blinking his eyes.

I didn’t answer. “Hahaha, Jessica is so great! She really knows how to get to you, Nick.” I looked at her, irritated. “Aren’t you curious why Jessica is working in our company?” “Jessica is an ambitious woman… she’ll do anything to climb up in life.” I tightened my grip on the steering wheel. “Hahaha, thanks to her I was able to win the bidding…” “What do you mean??” I asked angrily. “Why don’t you ask her? She’s your lover, right? Hahaha.”

Jessica gave her a small fake smile. "I'm aware of this already, Grandma. Don't worry. I'm gonna work for the dangerous red bull Aka Mr. Arrogant Monkey. So it's obvious that my day will be tough." Jessica said, rolling her eyes. "By the way, I'm Jessie. I'm not afraid of anyone. I'm capable of handling this type of matter." Jessica said with style flipping her high ponytail that was on her shoulder. "It's not new to me. I'm used to this situation. Because my life was never easy." Jessica said and Grandma smiled at her.

Jessica growled. "And who the fuck are you if not an obsessed lunatic?" Sophia snickered. "I am Jessica Aurora Francisco and I am not anyone to be toyed with. I get what I want and I never lose. This is the reason you are still here now. It is because you have refused to how to me and have shown my man and that is why I will keep punishing you. Do not think that you will survive. You won't because I won't leave any room for escape." Jessica said, making emphasis on her every word.

“It’s your turn to tell me a secret.” “Nope,” Jessica shook her head, popping the p at the end. “I’m an open book.” “Is that so?” The king raised his brow. “There must be something you haven’t told a soul. Come on, Jess, tell me.” Jessica couldn’t help but blush. Only her parents ever called her Jess. “Okay,” she smiled. “But you have to promise you won’t tell a soul.” “Cross my heart and hope to die, stick a trillion swords in my eyes.”

"Look at you. You're young, you're handsome and athletic. What was I thinking?" "Jessi, you're only five years older than me. That's it. And it's never made any difference." She covered her face with her hands. "All the things I've done. Surfing, diving," she looked to him, "Key West. Oh, for God's sake, I can't believe I did that!" He took a step toward her. "What are you saying, Jessi?" "I'm saying," she hissed, "that I forgot who I was. I'm not some young bimbo, running all over and acting like a fool. I'm Jessi Crenshaw, respectable wife and mother. Successful business owner. Not some…"

I had to look at the grave and know that the revenge I enacted on my father was perfect. “You know, I think your mom would’ve liked me.” Jessica said, brushing her hair out of her face. "I think she definitely would have." I gave her a side glance. “Liked you? She would’ve spoiled you. You’d probably have a nickname by now.” Jessica laughed. “Something like what? Jessy-Boo?” “God, no,” I groaned. “More like Jess-the-boss. She loved naming people after their personalities.” Jessica puffed up her chest a little. “Jess-the-boss. I’ll take it. Has a nice ring to it.”

“You sound like your mother.” “Thank you,” I said. “I didn’t mean it as a compliment.” Jessica’s hands came up slowly, the shadow gift rising around her fingers in dark coiling tendrils that caught the morning light and swallowed it. “Your mother’s gift kept her humble and it kept her weak and it got her killed.” Her voice had dropped to something very quiet. “I’m not going to be humble. I’m not going to be weak. And I am definitely not going to be killed by the woman who accidentally gave me the best gift I ever received.”

and Lucy and Crystal turned their heads in her direction. Jessica was a delicately dressed woman with neatly permed hair. She had a crazy obsession with evening dresses. Even at home and at all hours of the day, she wore evening dresses. She was always magnificently decked out as if she were a queen that was about to attend a banquet. She was the complete opposite of Crystal’s mother, Elsa, who had always been unkempt. Thus, every time she saw Jessica, she somewhat understood why her father had abandoned her mother and her.

She glared angrily at Christian and questioned him, her head held high, "Aren't you men all chameleons? I think you are also a good-looking chameleon. However, you are such an idiot!" The word chameleon was explained to him by Jessica personally only last time. And Christian still remembered it vividly. At this time, Alice straightforwardly confronted him. And Christian was suddenly caught in confusion. At this interval, Jessica turned to Christian, "You go out for a while." Christian glanced over at Jessica in disbelief. Jessica glanced at Alice with ease and said to him, "It's in broad daylight now. She wouldn't dare kill me. I also want to know what she wants to say."