How Old Was Jenna Ortega In X Novels & Stories

Jenna added, the friendliness in her tone dwindling with each word she took. Noting the shift in energy, my back straightened. “Noted, Jenna.” My patience was beginning to dwindle as well, but I could never let that slip. Jenna was twice my age and with that came twenty times more experience and as young and naive as she looked I couldn’t let myself forget it. Placing her hand on her stomach and rubbing it gently, Jenna smiled. “Zain and Samiya would know about their past lives in due time and only then would I earn Helene’s forgiveness.”

Jessica inquired. “I am in the last year of my graduation.” Angelina replied. “How old are you?” Jessica inquired. “I am 20 years old.” “What do your parents do?” Jessica asked while sitting on the bed with her legs crossed before taking a sip of coffee. “They died when I was 8 years old.” Angelina bent her head and replied. “Are you an orphan?” Jessica’s eyes widened. The orphanage’s words hurt Angelina, but she gulps down her feelings.

I asked. I pulled her close, hugging her waist, and kissed her forehead. I knew she had driven a long distance to reach this hotel, which I had chosen specifically to keep my distance from my parents, but I was still worried about my father's reaction. "It was fine. So, what are you doing here?" Jenna asked, pulling away. I held her wrist and led her to the bed. I sat down and observed her outfit: a blue denim mini skirt and a pink crop top, paired with black boots that complemented her beauty. Jenna was a top model in Country Z. I pulled her onto my lap and caressed her, saying, "I miss you so much."

I'm Officer Jenna Reyes a 28 years old, with a reputation for being the toughest cop in the precinct. Short dark hair, athletic build from all those gym sessions and chases, and yeah, I've got curves that turn heads even in my uniform. But I don't let that distract me I'm all about the job. Busting bad guys, keeping the streets clean. That night, though, everything changed when they brought in Marcus Kane.

We were inseparable, we went through everything together and I felt very lonely when I was away from him. Alden was tall and well-built. At only nineteen years old he was almost 183 centimeters tall, making me look small when walking next to him, even though at 175 centimeters I was quite tall among the women in Glaze. Her brown hair fell below her ears. Her face looked as cute as a sixteen-year-old, even though her height said otherwise. "Jenna, I just remembered that you were helped by someone yesterday. I honestly wonder who it was." Alden said as he sat down on the grass.

As Jenna followed his gaze and was startled to see him glancing at Shrey, she crawled up to Shrey while still holding Kendall in her grasp. "Don't you dare," she said, wrapping her arms and body around Shrey. She was no longer anxious or nervous; she was confident enough to handle them on her own until George and Alex arrived. The man was taken aback by her actions. He chuckled a little, shaking his head, and looked Jenna in the eyes, saying, "You seem to be around 24-25, around my Shrey's age or something, but let me warn you, young woman, if you dare to come between my Shrey and me, I will ruin your life," his last remark swirled off by him gritting his teeth.

Nirvana proceeded, “Yes?” Diana sighed. Jenna scoffed and folded her arms across her chest, giving Nirvana the sort of look that, when she was younger, had prompted her to make herself unique. Except Nirvana was a several hundred-year-old witch. She wasn't frightened easily. She just acknowledged Jenna and Diana's look with an amused one of her own. “You’re reading our minds.” Jenna didn’t look happy about it.

a husky voice from the back said. Bryan stiffened. This was unexpected and he hated surprises. Could this be a trap? Yaeger straightened. “Present yourself.” The crowd parted, revealing a young meek-looking girl. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as she ascended the stage with small measured steps. Roy gasped. “Jenna?” Yaeger's eyes burned with fury. “Who are you?” “Jennifer from the Garcia pack, granddaughter to the pack leader.” Roy felt a shockwave of disbelief. Jenna was a princess?

Chapter Thirty Nine Veronica's POV You're right. I agree, realising how insightful the young woman is. Even though she is just a young adult, she'd had to grow up really quickly. What with the death of her papa and how she'd lost her mom at birth. She had turned out really okay, and her mate was really foolish to have let such a spectacular woman go. What she lacked in physical strength, she made up for intellectually. Jenna was a beautiful woman with intriguing layers. I was certain that there was more to her than met the eye. And I wished that she was more open.

They looked faintly remorseful. Jenna had admitted to her best friend how bad they had treated Emma, expecting her best friend to praise her, but she chided her instead. And like a stubborn bitch, she didn’t let the scolding get to her. “Well, it’s a good thing we don’t want her to be our step mother then,” Britney said stubbornly. “You have no idea how good Emma is, I could’ve dated a lot worse. And besides, you’re not kids anymore. Jenna, you’re nineteen, and Britney, you’re twenty, you girls don’t get to act like spoilt entitled brats f