Meaning Of Jessica Novels & Stories

Jessica smiled. "Ms. Jessica Hemsworth?" he quizzed with a raised brow. "That would be me," Jessica replied, maintaining her smile. This was the first time she had been called Jessica Hemsworth. The name evoked some kind of weird but nice feeling within her. It would take some time to get used to. Jessica hoped she doesn't get too used to it because what if she does, and then Justin decides it is time to annul their contract? She sighed.

she turned to Jessica, " And who might you be?" " I am…wait a minute, aren't you the famous Nikki on social media. Ooh, my god!!! I can't believe I am seeing you this cheaply without spending a dime. I am one of your biggest fans. It is me. Jess. I comment on all your posts, and I follow you on every platform. You even gifted me on a particular occasion. I think it was your birthday or so. You are amazing. I love your hair and your whole DIY. The way you-"

“Good, since you do not love her, why do you intend to make her your wife? Jessica is a very outstanding woman. She is soft spoken but can be fierce when the occasion calls for it, just look at her abilities in the underworld and business world; why would you choose such a woman over Jessica?” “She is the heiress of the Jones family in Millennium City, and we need their alliance if we want to enter the international market in country A. She is also the CEO of Jones Corp. and also very good with business; as for training her in the underworld, I think it's a matter of time before she becomes a master in the field; I have seen her ability to learn new things and adapt.” "Oh, and you are sure s

Camellia continued. Suddenly, from behind, a woman’s voice came to defend Camellia. “That’s right, that little girl actually has extraordinary strength, it’s just that she hasn’t realized it yet. I found Camellia drowned in the river trying to end her own life, but God still didn’t allow her to die. Maybe it’s because God wants her to repay all the actions of humans who have no hearts like you,” said the woman, who is none other than Jessica. Yes, Jessica decided to show herself because she thought it was the right time. Jessica wouldn’t let Camellia face all that alone.

First, he introduced Terry, then he introduced some of their institute's past projects. He did not forget to point out Jessica to Terry. He said, "This is Jessica, a young designer in our institute. She might be young, but her father is a famous designer in the industry. She's also won multiple awards overseas. Some of her designs are very creative. If you have the time, feel free to take a look, Mr. White." Jessica quickly stood up and presented herself in her best manner. "Nice to meet you, Mr. White. I'm Jessica Jordon. I look forward to learning from you."

"Hey, Jess." Jessica fumbled, closing the notebook as quickly as possible. "Hey, Bianca." She smiled brightly up at the other woman, hoping like all hell that Bianca hadn't read the words on the page. She had absolutely no clue how long Bianca had stood behind her before she announced her presence.

"Dad?" Jessica lifted her chin arrogantly, like a proud peacock. "Now you know who I am, huh? I'm the precious daughter of the Larson family and the richest heiress, Jessica! Scared now? Haha!"

On the way back, I asked her across the glass, "What is the name of your baby?" "Her name is Reed." Jessica replied seriously. I felt sour in my heart. I asked again, "What kind of person do you want her to become after she grows up?" Jessica looked at me. On her skinny face, was a pair of bright eyes. Hearing my question, she said, "She can do everything she wants. As long as she likes it and she is happy, I am fine with it." When Jessica spoke, she curled up the corner of her cracked lips, revealing a beautiful curve.

Just a couple of clients visiting; no big deal. Fiona shot back, "Who do you think Jessica is? She wouldn’t bother unless those men were worth her time. Even without looking, you can tell they're handsome by how eagerly she’s parading them around. She’s clearly hunting." Jessica was indeed a piece of work. With an inflated sense of her attractiveness, she put on airs, never uttered a truth, loved freebies, and then flaunted these small gains on social media as if they were grand gestures of friendship, earning her the nickname "Drama Queen."

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