Meaning Of Jessica Novels & Stories

Goddess knows I’ve lost a couple of people from that list very recently, so I nod, and a smile forms on my face. “Alright, let’s do it.” “Victory at last,” Jessica says, thumping her hand in the air, and I don’t try to hold back my laughter. We spend the first few minutes of our walk with her asking me random questions about myself which I throw back to her after giving her short polite answers, and it doesn’t take much time for me to know Jessica on surface level. I think she can also say the same for me. We talk about our family sizes and dynamics, favorite things and the likes, and I learn that Jessica is the only surviving member of her family, has been for a long time, hence why she wou

“We earned it. Anyone convince Jess?” Mac grinned. “Already asked. She said no.” “Come on,” Voro called. “Jess, live a little. It’s just across the street.” Jessica appeared in the doorway, arms crossed. “I have things to do.” “I’m going.” “Pass.” “Mac.” “Harder pass.” “Lukas.” “Still no.” “Noah.” She blinked. “Wait… Noah?” The room went still for a heartbeat. Jessica hesitated, then cleared her throat and straightened her blouse. “I mean… maybe for one drink. Just to keep an eye on you all.”

"It's fine Jessica, everything is going to be fine soon. Justice will be served believe me." Khole tried to console Jessica who was weeping profusely. " Why am I so unlucky? The whole world is against me, what did I do? Why do I deserve to be unhappy? Why me? Am I cursed?" She cried out uncontrollably, not having control over the tears rushing out like tap. "No, you are not Jessica. You are just a strong woman life is testing and I'm sure you are going to be victorious at the end of the day. Just be hopeful."

Drew’s POV “Look who we have here! Drew of the good life! I can't believe you're still here with us! For a moment, I thought you'd joined your predecessors in glory,” Jessica teased, shooting me her usual stare of joviality while hurrying to throw me a hug. Jess was a colleague at the firm. She was typically whom one everyone would refer to as the life of the party. Bubbly, lively, entertaining, and extremely friendly. With Jess, it didn't matter how unapproachable or anti-social you were, she would tactically always wriggle her way into your presence and maybe your life eventually, if you let her.

“Yes, Jessica.” Before I can stop her, Jenna rushes away from us. “You’re new here, so I don’t expect you to know the rules. But Jenna is not the person you should be trying to befriend. She is a slave, and she will never be anything more. But I’m always available should you wish to talk.” Jessica smiles at me. I grind my teeth because all I want to do is smack her in the face! Nothing needs to be confirmed, I know, thanks to this bitch in front of me, just what Jenna suffers. Jessica called Jenna a slave, after all.

Erica and Jason looked surprised at my response. She frowned, “Well she did push me–” I cut her off, “It was a f*cking accident. I saw the boxes in her hand and she’s never done anything on purpose. Look…what’s your name?” I asked in an angry but bored tone, pointing at her with the drink in my hand. “Jessica, but you can call me Jessi and it wasn’t an accident. She saw me coming and she pushed me.” She said lying through her teeth.

I stared at her in a daze for a while. “Please…” she begged in between tears. Holding my hands tightly around hers, she apologizes. “I didn’t mean to leave you, my princess. I love you. I love you so much, and I’m so sorry!” “W-what’s… what’s my real name?” I asked. “Jessica… Jessica Swift. It means the gift of the moon goddess because that’s who you are. A blessing.”

Cowardly. The truth is, Jessa’s been under my skin for years. When I first met Jackson’s twin, she was just this shy, quiet girl who tagged along reluctantly, always hovering in the background. Somewhere along the way, though, she got… complicated. She’s not just Jackson’s little sister anymore. She’s… Jessa. The girl whose laugh makes my chest feel tight. The one who looks at me like she sees past every front I’ve ever put up. The one I can’t want, because if Jackson ever found out, he’d kill me.

That was unusual, because he had always shown his face before Jessica whenever he had the time before. Looking at the beautiful young girl in front of her, Jessica nodded. It seemed that Terry had a new goal. Jessica was born in the Hall family, and her mother and grandmother were all top beauties in New York's upper—class society. Jessica had quite a high standard for beauty. When she saw the young lady next to Terry today, she thought that Terry had a good taste. Jessica retracted her gaze and turned to say hello to Terry. "Good evening, Mr. Davison."