Meaning Of Jessica 소설 & 이야기

"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.

JESSICA As I lay in bed, my mind raced with thoughts of the events that had transpired that day at school. The memory of Tyler's confession still lingered in my head, like a bad taste in my mouth. I couldn't believe how I had reacted—making a scene and causing such a commotion without even considering the potential consequences for others. And now, as I scrolled through the school's website and saw the countless comments and messages condemning Tyler's actions, I felt a deep sense of guilt and regret.

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.”