97 Novel(s) Related To Read With Jenna

ROBERT. “He needs a few more days. Client emergency again.” Jenna turned the phone so I could read the message from Rhys. The words sat on the screen under the soft living room light while the ocean moved outside the open windows. She gave me a small tired smile that looked practiced and waited. I read it twice. The muscle in my jaw tightened before I handed the phone back. “I’m sorry, Jenna. You came here for time with him.” “It’s fine,” she said. “I’m getting used to the quiet.”

The waitress bought us two menus and Max ordered us two coffees. I was looking at the menu and he was looking at me. I turned more red if that was possible. I lifted the menu up to cover my face, he removed and folded the menu and put it to the side. " I want to see your beautiful face " he said "please don't talk like that people are here and can hear you " said Jenna uncomfortably " to bad you need to get use to it" he replied just as our coffee came. After giving the waitress our order.

My name is Jennaya Williams, but my friends call me Jenna. I am seventeen years old, and tonight, I was waiting for the one email that could change the direction of my entire life. A few months ago, I applied for a scholarship to New York Montessori High School, one of the most prestigious schools in the city. The admission results were scheduled to be released at exactly 11:00 p.m., and I had been counting down the hours since breakfast.

Jenna watches her go, makes a note on the small pad she is carrying, and then looks up. And sees me. I am good at reading faces. It is one of the skills I am most proud of, the ability to read the micro-expressions that people cannot control — the flinch, the flare, the involuntary tell. I watch her face in the half-second before she can compose it and I look for the thing I came here to find. Fear. Discomfort. The old wound opening. What I find instead is recognition. Clean and settled, the way you recognize something from a long time ago that no longer has any power over you. And then, moving in underneath it so quickly I almost miss it — something that looks, impossibly, like pity.

Bex What the actual hell?! I know this worked before, I didn't imagine it, I still have the sores on my hand to prove it! Why didn’t it work again? What didn’t we do right? Is there only a certain way it can be done, or is it a certain time? I don't understand what went wrong. The book has to have some answers, I’m not going to stop until I find them. I’m at a full run heading to the library, and I know Marc is right behind me, I get to the library and run straight for the book. There are desks here with computers setup to help with research for everything under the sun. I have to figure this out. Jenni needs to get better. So how do I make this work again?

Almost. “I know what I’m doing, Scarlet. Please just trust me,” I mindlinked her, using the softest tone I could muster, but the she-wolf went completely silent. For the rest of breakfast, Jenna briefed me on what she felt like the next challenge would be and she also informed me that she had some books that we could look through to prepare for it.

She clearly didn't expect me to talk, seeing I usually suffer from my selective mutism. Still, this doesn't stop her from smirking. "I heard you're dating Brandon Brooks. How did that happen? Did he lose a bet or something?" Jenna's friends, who are shamelessly eavesdropping, all laugh in the background. They are like a pack of hyenas; if Jenna were a Disney character, she would definitely be the female version of Scar. I can already imagine her having her own evil musical number on a cliff after sacrificing her own blood for a pair of brand-new shoes.

But the second my eyes locked onto the text from Chloe, my entire body went rigid. *Hey babe, don't miss me too much at practice. I'm currently eating tacos down the street at Surfside with the infamous Janessa. She is an angel and her ex is a total psycho. Tell your scary captain his girl is in safe hands!* My internal alarms went off instantly, a white-hot spark of irritation igniting in my chest. I reached out, my heavy gloved hand gripping Miller’s forearm tight. "Why the hell is your girlfriend hanging out with Janessa?"

I huffed and step in. * * Writer's pov Dex's apartment...! Jenna nods in approval as she steps into Will's room.. she falls on the bed and sniffs it. "Fuck! This is heaven!" She exclaims. Will quickly picks some books and throws them in a carton.. he clears his throat and Jenna turns to him. "Jenna, thanks for spending time with me today.. but aren't you going home?" "Do I have to?" She raised an eyebrow. "Yes, I mean, Micah will be home soon!"

He reached out his hand to take the diary and looked at her. "Tell me, what have you read?" He stared at her gently. "I..." Jenna's face turned slightly red and said in a flat tone, "I was just casually flipping through it. I really didn't see anything. Don't be angry." She looked humble and obedient, and her cheeks were rosy, which made his heart race.

She had clearly been crying right along side Jena. “Look, I messed up, but I didn’t touch Tiane. You know I struggle to read, so I brought her here to read the freaken book to me that Jena wrote. I promise, that is all she did.” I explain, but they don’t look like they believe me.

Jenna and I drank from our bottles. "Never have I ever liked two people at the same time." I said and they all drank from their bottles. "Never have I ever been to-" Jenna was cut off mid sentence by a buzz from a phone, which I assumed was hers. She took out her phone from her pocket and read a text. I noticed the way her face fell gradually as she looked at her phone. "Excuse me." She said in a shaky breath, stood up and jogged out of the living room.

Try to read. The words blur. Useless. Five minutes pass. Then ten. A knock sounds at the study door. “Come in.” Jenna steps in, hands clasped in front of her. “She refused it.” Of course she did. “What did she say?” “That she isn’t hungry.” I lean back in my chair slowly. “Did you leave it there?” “Yes, sir.” “And?” “She didn’t touch it.” I nod once. Dismissal. She leaves. The door clicks shut.

Kelly giggled. Jenna frowned, "You're not writing a story about us, are you?" " Yes, I'm currently writing a story about your love life. I like how you snatched the man you want from his ex-girlfriend..." Jenna quickly covered her mouth and gave Mr Smith a fake smile.

"And I'm not being kinky. I just want it to be... nice." "Lex, you’ve literally got 'Get the cunt waxed' written in glitter pen," Ava chirped in, pointing at the spot I'd buried my notepad. Jenna let out a dramatic sigh as she nodded at Ava. "She's been acting like a prude for years, but clearly, those romance novels she reads have finally rotted her brain in the best way possible. Is he going to pin her to the wall? Is there going to be a lot of dirty talk?"

I choke out. Precisely at that moment Jenna comes running in. “Hi guys.” She says panting. I look her up and down a bit. She’s a mess! Her hair is a chaos, her lips are swollen and several hickeys cover her neck and collarbone. I feel a smirk creeping up my face. “So, I assume you had a good time getting to know Ximena.” I say deviously and a blush spreads through her face. “Yeah, well, I just can’t help myself when I am close to her and neither does she. I mean she smells and tastes so good and Goddess, the feeling of her body against mine is pure Heaven! She is beautiful and smart and funny and sarcastic and she has this mysterious feel over her. I just can’t get enough of her!” She blurts out and I pull her in for a hug. “I am happy for you babe, you deserve nothing but the best.” I say lovingly. In the meantime, Laura found the envelope sitting on the table and asks for our attention. She opens up the envelope and out comes a letter, the same green, cursive writing as on the envelope decorates the letter. Laura scrapes her throat and begins reading the letter aloud.

"I will be downstairs, working while I wait for Arlene to request for her milk. You can go to the room, maybe that would help." Jenna nodded in agreement, I watched her walk slowly towards the stairs, she turned back after taking the first stairwell. "Ryker." She called, pressing her lips together nervously. "Do you need..." "Thank you for today." * * I DON'T KNOW HOW TO WRITE FROM THE MALE LEAD POV WELL, I'M SORRY. BUT I WILL TRY TO MIRROR RYKER'S POINT OF VIEW THROUGH JENNA IN THE COMING CHAPTERS.

“I’m your father’s sister, but you can be either one or both, and that’s why you’re in danger and that’s why we’re here in James’ pack because you’re safe. “Someone wants me dead? Werewolves?” “No, not them.” Her voice was no longer the same. “You’re eighteen now and you can find your mate or ...” “My what ?!“, I snapped. “Your soulmate Jenn,” she smiled. “You probably wouldn’t be so stiff when it comes to ...” “Alexa, that would be enough! ” His strong voice cut her off. “Everybody out, I want to talk to Jenna in private!” Nana just laughed and headed upstairs saying that she would find me some books on magic dear, “she shouted up the stairs.

Renna's POV Life went on for me as usual, I continued to work the shifts on the pack house and the day after the winter solstice had been a very hectic one for us maids. I missed Kieran, but he'd gone on pack duties with his father to some neighbouring town and I felt utterly alone. Mother's words continued to echo inside my head even after I had awoken and it ate deep into me. Leia had been proclaimed the alpha while I on the other hand, got more shifts to fill in for.