Jenn Carter Age Novels & Stories

The voice seemed familiar, but I could not place it. “Speaking.” “Leah, it’s Jack. Jack Carter.” “Jack,” I paused for a second, “How are you?” “Always so pleasant. I need to ask you a favour as I know Logan will not ask you.” “Of course.” “I and my wife Chelsea, Logan’s mum, are having a family get together next weekend for his birthday.” “His birthday?” I questioned. “Logan didn’t tell you?” “No!” I was surprised but also not somehow at the same time.

Allow me to introduce myself, I am Jenni March, I am 18 years old, daughter of Rick and Rose, The Alpha and Luna of Crystal Forrest, a community nestled next to a quiet town in Southern Tennessee. I have lived here all my life and it is the most beautiful and charming place. Between the hills, and the creeks and rivers, its pure bliss.

“Alright, stop fooling around. Let’s not joke around anymore. Let’s go home. We won’t be separate again. We won’t bicker or fight anymore, alright? I have loved you since the beginning, and still love you!” Author’s POV: Outside the operating room, Evan’s Butler, bodyguards, and the others couldn’t help but cry. “Mr. Carter can’t be dead. That’s impossible. Doctor, please think of something else to save him.” “Mr. Carter is so young. He has just celebrated his 31st birthday. Why did something like this happen to him?” “Our condolences!” Other than offering their condolence, the doctors were hopeless. **** News of Evan’s car accident was quickly leaked to the media by an informant.

He grumbled and tightened his hold on me: "Let's go meet the Parker family, Carter wanted to meet you. Since when you were 11 he has taken a liking for you." He said making Nate nod. I followed them while they are walking and talking about memories, I didn't want to listen to them so I looked at the venue which is beautiful and immense. "Here we are, Carter here is your favourite guy who is now 21!" Lorenzo yelled I shut my ears close. "Hey, Carter." Nate waved at Carter, he was handsome in an older way, he smirked and walked toward Nate with a baby in his hands, his wife was beside him. She was beautiful and didn't look like in her thirty.

The headline sat beneath the image in bold, accusatory type: Billionaire Enigma Exposed: Is Jace Carter a Secret Father—and Has the Truth About His Marriage Been a Lie All Along? My breath left me in a slow, silent rush. I scrolled down reading. The words blurred for a moment before sharpening into cruel clarity. Jace Carter, the elusive CEO of Carter Holdings and a dominant force across global markets, has long been known as one of the most eligible bachelors in the world. Publicly single for years, Carter once sparked rumors of a romantic relationship with close associate Caitlin Moore—claims he firmly denied, insisting he was unattached to anyone at that point.

"Oops. Sorry for disturbing you. I'll be quiet hereafter." "Nevermind. I'm Jenni and you?" "Elena." "Cute name. How old are you?" "I'm twenty four." "Did you start working earlier?" "Yup! And how old are you?" "Twenty eight." "Twenty eight? But you look so young." "Hahaha. Thank you. I get that a lot and I saw Mr Brett gave you some work." "Yeah, I gotta stay late to finish it." "I would have helped you if I didn't have to work here but I got already loaded."

"Just keep the money, Auntie." "Tomorrow's your birthday?" I asked Caren when we were already alone in her room. "How old are you by tomorrow?" "Eighteen." "It's your debut. You should celebrate that." "I don't celebrate birthdays," she just simply answered. "Why?" "It's just a waste of time," she shrugged. "Besides, I don't have people I could celebrate with." I stared at Caren who was now busy doing her assignments. "You never celebrated birthdays before?" "I already forgot when was the last time I celebrated my birthday." she answered without looking at me. "I was still a kid then." She went silent for a while. "I still had a complete family back then."

The walls, in soft tones, were decorated with minimalist paintings and photographs that captured laughter, hugs, and late nights filled with coffee and heartfelt talks. She had met Jenn and Carla during a technical course for advertising assistants years ago. They were studying nursing at the same institution, and chance—or destiny—brought them together during a break over bad coffee and casual conversation that eventually turned into sisterhood. Jenn was the creative storm. Blonde, sharp-tongued, with caramel-colored eyes that seemed to shine even brighter when she was plotting some mischief. Her humor was as cutting as it was affectionate—a force of nature in the form of a woman.

Gavin said. I raised my brows in a questioning manner. “What?” “Jennifer Cabello. That’s her real name. She’s Latino,” he explained. “I got more information on her. She’s older than she looks. I was quite surprised to discover that too,” he added making me inquisitive to know her age. “How old is she? And how much did you find out about her,” I asked, taking a seat beside him. “She’s thirty-six but her current age is twenty-eight,” he revealed and I gasped.

Everything looks good. Her milky skin was exposed clearly because she was wearing sleeveless clothes. And it made the few men who were there not take their eyes off her. Maybe if they follow the news about fashion and the like. They will know clearly who the woman is currently in the cafe chair alone. She is Jennie. Famous designer who founded Jenjay to produce famous designers like herself. She's been here half an hour with a promise she has made with someone. But she did not expect that the person she would meet until now still had not come. And that of course made her feel anxious.