Bgc Season 8 Jenna Novels & Stories

No, the only person that Grandma could mistake for her… Was Xavia! Jenna’s eyes contracted. “Grandma, I remember now. I don’t have time to wear it yet. Grandma, you should go back and rest earlier so that you can arrive at the scene earlier tomorrow, okay? I’m going back first.” “Mm, okay. You should also go back and rest earlier. It will be very tiring for you tomorrow.” “Mm. If I can be Zivon’s bride, it’s worth it no matter how tired I am,” Jenna smiled.

Jenna said. Archie raised a brow and looked at Norman. “You two fought again?” Bruce asked. Jenna scoffed. “Why would I fight him? He’s just too arrogant to tell me what’s going on in his head. So from now on, I don’t know him. Just find Lisa!” She stormed out, slamming the door. “Oops,” Archie raised a brow. Kelly chuckled. “Umm, Bruce, I’ll keep in touch for updates!” she said quickly, dragging Kelsey out.

Jenni As we approached Bex’s room, I asked Teddy to wait for me out in the hall so I could talk to her freely. I didn't want her upset, but I knew she would be with Teddy in there mad at the situation. He was so very protective of his baby sister, just like Marc is of me. I walk into her room and see her sitting in her chair next to her window with the bear Marc got her for her 13th birthday. I know she is heartbroken and upset so I decided that I’m going to try my best to make her smile and get her to come with me. “Alright bitch, whose ass we beating?” She turns to me and all I see is hurt, anger and fear in her eyes as she starts to cry all over again. I rush to her side and scoop her int

Jenna, who had arrived outside the inn, cursed because she forgot that it was winter and she only wore culottes and crop tops. While cursing her stupidity, she went back into the inn and ran to the third floor. "I forgot to wear my coat!" Jenna shouted as she opened the door. Adam was seen calling someone near the window, unaware of Jenna's presence behind him. "Easy Mum, just calm down! I can take care of it!" "Matthew won't get that chance mum! Just relax okay? All you have to do is put my name in the CEO candidacy and let me do the rest."

She sat on the floor like a mad woman, motionless – for minutes. The destruction was a testament to the fury that burned within her. Louisa's victory would be short-lived. A relentless vengeance was brewing, driven by a singular obsession: reclaiming Alex. Louisa would soon learn the true meaning of regret. She'll end things now. Jenna crept out of her room, her eyes fixed on Jade's door. She slowly turned the handle and slipped inside. Jade stirred, but Jenna quickly placed a hand over her mouth, whispering softly until Jade's eyes drooped shut again.

If only he knew how easily this so-called celebration could turn to chaos. But before anyone could even raise their glass, the moment cracked. Someone else was climbing the platform. And when I saw who it was, a chill of pure excitement ran down my spine. Jenna. Well, well. I wasn’t expecting her to be this bold, but I couldn’t have asked for a better surprise. She walked up confidently, that sharpness in her eyes, and took the mic from Tobias like she had every right to it. Tobias looked confused for a second but then stepped back, letting her have the floor.

The silence was worse—a thick, listening silence. Jenna was vibrating with energy. She flicked on a phone, its screen casting a sickly glow on her face. “Live in three, two… Hey, explorers!” she chirped to the camera, her smile wide and unhinged. “Welcome to the deep woods! Spooky, right?” She pulled me into the tree line. The air grew cold and damp. “They love this,” she whispered to me, though the phone was still on. “The mystery. The danger. Look—viewership is already over ten thousand.”

Questions burst out before I could stop them. “Who are you? How do you know about Emma? What exactly was she doing? Now she is dead, how can we stop it?” Jenna chuckled, the sound carrying both amusement and sadness. “Young people. So much energy.” Shaking her head, she reached for her veil carefully. The black fabric slipped away, and an elderly woman appeared before me—short white hair, wrinkled skin, and tired eyes that had clearly seen too much suffering. “My name is Jenna Fernandez.”