Books By Jenny Han Novels & Stories

Haley swallowed nervously and blurted out, "Isn’t this a bit like… forced love?" Shane was at a loss for words. He rubbed his throbbing temples, then reached out to ruffle Haley’s hair. "Sweetheart, maybe you should cut back on those domineering CEO novels that Jenny keeps recommending." Haley huffed, pushing his hand away and pouting, "I only read one, and you caught me that one time! It’s not like I’m always reading them." To be fair, it was all Jenny’s fault. Ever since Jenny got pregnant, she had become obsessed with those domineering romance novels. Not only did she read them constantly, but she also recommended them to Haley.

She hugged Amber and headed downstairs. “Never, ever let her quit,” I whispered to Amber. “I won’t,” she replied. Jenny was in the living room, reading a book in some language I didn’t recognize. “What are you doing, Babe?” I asked. “Reading,” she grinned, knowing I wouldn’t let it go. “Well, until someone interrupts me.” “In a foreign language?” I teased, though it was obvious. “For you, yes. For me, no,” she played along. “Is it a good book?” I joined in.

Susy asked, suddenly animated, jumping up from the couch before taking the booklet from Jenny. “I came across it today at the antiquarian bookstore near the shop,” Jenny said enthusiastically. “Will you lend it to me once you’ve read it?” Susy asked. “You can take it today,” Jenny smiled. “I’m reading something else right now, so go ahead and take it. Just return it when you’re done.” “Thank you so much!” Susy said excitedly, and the girls hugged. Susy sat back down on the couch, Jenny grabbed a few crackers, and then she looked at the guys.

Although, the warmth of the water splashing gently against my skin did very little in terms of easing my nerves. I closed my eyes, letting the water soak through my hair. Feeling the coolness it offered as it graced down my scalp. But regardless, the memories kept replaying in an endless loop. I could still smell the scent of his blood mixed with the thickness of the air of that alley. I immediately shook my head, attempting to pull myself out of my own mind. “You’ve handled worse,” I muttered to myself, in a low voice. “You’re Jenny Havan. You dont back down. You do not run… you solve problems.”

She was jealous, quite jealous too of course. "Never mind, Jenny. You don't have to feel like that," Jenny muttered to herself. All three are currently focused on their respective activities. Even now Jenny prefers to read only her book. She couldn't play the cell phone given by Hana in such a situation, it was quite dangerous for her and also for the contents of the cell phone given by Hana. Currently Alex was silently staring at Jenny who even looked so focused on her reading book. Ah, she didn't even greet Alex at all so far. The man had hoped for it even more.

Yazed returned to his mother’s room and found Jenny sitting quietly next to Amber. She was reading a book about business. His mother remained asleep, to his surprise. "Oh, you're already here." Jennelyn greeted the young man warmly. If she was in a different situation, she would have thrown away the book she was just holding. She didn't particularly like reading and she didn't understand anything in that book. Another thing that annoyed her was that Amber was obviously just pretending to be asleep and didn't want to talk to her.

Catalina’s POV. I was making Luca’s bed nice and neat, gently smoothing out the sheets while he was in the bathroom. The room was so still and quiet, which felt really different from all the thoughts racing around in my head. While I folded the blanket and set it neatly on the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help but notice the vanity table nearby. A piece of paper was there, a bit crumpled, with its edges curled from being held tightly. Feeling a bit curious, I picked it up and took a closer look at the drawing. A little boy with dark hair was holding hands with a blonde woman who had a bright, warm smile. A sleek black Maserati stood out in the background. My heart felt heavy.

“Rita, I need you to send every piece of evidence to the investigative team at The New York Times tonight. Anna’s poisoning attempts, falsified bodily harm, and subornation of perjury; Alexander’s money laundering, illegal acquisitions, and obstruction of justice; the two murders covered up by the Hynes family. Release everything tonight. I want the published reports within an hour.” She ended the call, leaving the office wrapped in silence. Caspian stood beside her, his quiet breathing barely audible in the stillness. Outside the windows, Manhattan’s nighttime skyline stretched onward like a blazing forest. Jenny walked to the glass pane and pressed her forehead against its cool surface, st

she said, smiling into her cup, “is the interesting part.” I waited, but she let the silence sit there between us, clearly pleased with herself. It would have irritated me if I had not known her well enough to hear the excitement underneath it. Jenny loved many things intensely and briefly, girls, guys, theories, comics, passing obsessions, places she had no business going after midnight, but stories were different. Stories she pursued with a strange kind of devotion. Not the neat, polished ones people handed you willingly. The buried ones. The ones that resisted.

asked Hanin. "I just read all the books," Jeno replied. "What are you doing in my room?" it's Jeno's turn to ask Hanin. Hanin walks to the shelves of Jeno's book collection, reading one by one the title of the book there, "I want to read this, the fairy tale of the sleeping princess." "You should have read a textbook, not a fairy tale," commented Jeno to Hanin who has now laid herself in Jeno's bed. "The important thing is that I read," Hanin replied, opening page one of the fairy tale book she was about to read.