Jenn Carter Age Novels & Stories

He opens his arms and Jenna runs to greet him. Carter was her second best friend after Esther. He always took care of her. And even though he had to transfer schools, he always messaged her on social media to ask how she was doing. "How are you, Jenna?" he asked, looking into her eyes. "I'm good. How are you?" Jenna asks, smiling broadly and showing her pearly white teeth. Carter's hair is dark brown, almost black with a touch of silver. He's always dressed neatly and coolly, typical of young people.

Carter said, his voice edged with amusement, "congratulations to the bitch and her playdate on their engagement." "What?" Jenna's voice cracked with shock, and I finally turned around, stepping closer to Carter—close enough that his hand never once left my waist. Jenna looked appalled. "Did you just call me a bitch?" Carter tilted his head and gave her the fakest pout I'd ever seen. "Oh, I'm sorry. Was I not obvious enough, darling?" His smile widened, cruel and sweet. "Tell me, do you see any other bitch in this house?"

Yeah, she's Jennie, 24 years old and works as his assistant". I responded without hesitation. "What I wouldn't give to f*ck 24 years old assistant." Brenda commented as she seemed intrigued by the information, “Ooh, Brenda”, I couldn't help but chuckle at Brenda's statement as I exclaimed. "Come on, you're a feminist. I just wanted equal opportunity", Brenda said to me, "It doesn't work like that." I interrupted her and replied, Brenda disagreed with me and responded, "It works like that."

We have to work to survive and we must uphold our names because that's all we have. No one understands that more than Rae Carter. Rae Carter is a twenty-eight-year-old black woman living in a small town in the state of New Jersey. Right now she is running her mother's gas station. Her mother left the gas station to her in her will. Her mother passed away in June. Since her mom has passed, Rae literally eats, sleeps, and breathes work. She doesn't care about anything else.

The Bakery had become a favorite haunt for hungry teenagers from both sides, who treated it as a daily battleground like sworn rivals. Mr. Carter, despite his age, still retained traces of his youthful attractiveness. Lynette was his eldest child, already twenty-three. While Averia, his second and last child had just turned eighteen – five years separating them. Both girls inherited the excellent gene of his wife, their mother, Mrs. Selena Carter, along with his good looks and intellect. “ She agreed.” Madam Carter laughed, her voice light and delighted. CLICK! The door creaked open, the sound echoing in the living room, followed by Averia's bubbling voice.

She had done a lot of things and she can barely remember the one Jennie was talking about. Eva was about to give up on thinking about it when she suddenly recalled something. It was around the time when she was still Evangeline Carter the top female model in the country and she was invited to a social gathering when she came across Jennie at the party. Jennie that time was engaged to the heir of the Hill family. The Hill family were a second -tier family in the country with great status and wealthy, they could be considered to be on the same level as the Carter family back then.

Jennifer was naturally proud and aloof, and she never liked to celebrate her birthday with others. She hadn't even mentioned it to her best friend Jasmine. Birthdays reminded her of getting older, which was something she dreaded. So, she rarely had any birthday parties. Over time, she even forgot her own birthday. "But it's okay. At least this way, no one will quickly find out I'm already twenty-eight!" Jennifer sighed. Twenty-eight! Despite taking good care of herself and looking like a young lady in her early twenties, she knew she wasn't young anymore.

Well, it looks better on her anyway. "H-how could you d-do that?" she stammered, and I just shrugged. 'Well, it means your young master isn't that forced now, is he?' With that, I went past everyone, as Carter wondered and went after me. 'Please be nice to my pack member.' He muttered through our link. 'If she isn't being such a brat, I would happily do so!!' 'Hey.. She is Trent's little sister. And she's just thirteen years old, Addison.'

**FIVE YEARS LATER** "How old are you?" the Blades member asked, his interest piqued. "I'm eighteen," Jenny replied, trimming about five years off her actual age. She flashed a charming smile at the tall, broad man sitting across from her, his long black hair framing a tattoo-covered physique. She mentally catalogued his tattoos for any potentially useful information. "Just turned eighteen a few days ago." "Can I see an ID?" he asked with a grin. Though Jenny was actually twenty-three, she always claimed to be eighteen since the men she encountered often preferred her to skirt the edge of legality. In the past, claiming eighteen sometimes even disappointed them, suggesting they hoped for som