Novel & Cerita Jenna Bush Hager Books

The fire made her face flush red, which was exceptionally charming. "There are still a lot of things that you don't know about me," Jenna did not even look up as she explained, "When I was in America, I worked hard while studying. During the holidays, I would work in a restaurant. I cleaned the plates, washed and cut the vegetables, and even washed people's clothes. I have done all kinds of work." Jenna said it casually. She didn't feel embarrassed or uncomfortable, but Hansen was dumbfounded. "Why didn't you ask me for money? You could have called your parents. You're their only daughter, I'm sure they can afford to give you money," Hansen said.

It was far enough away from her old life that she could start anew, but close enough that she still felt connected to it. She was a librarian, and she had always been passionate about books. Jenna had always been curious about the world, and she felt like Shadowbrook was the perfect place to explore. She had heard rumors of strange things happening in the town, but she was sure that it was just the locals gossiping. Jenna had always felt different. Growing up, she had always been the odd one out, never quite fitting in. She had always known that there was something special about her, but she had never been able to put her finger on it.

She stood in her shimmering midnight-blue gown, her posture straight, her gaze locked directly into the camera with an intense, unshakeable gravity. "Good evening," Jenna began, her voice calm, resonant, and entirely devoid of fear. "For the past ten minutes, you have listened to the desperate fabrications of a fugitive. Alice Florence is a woman facing multiple international indictments for fraud, attempted murder, and corporate espionage. And tonight, she has chosen to desecrate the memory of a tragedy that changed my life forever." Jenna took a step closer to the camera, her eyes shining with unshed tears, yet her voice remained completely steady.

"Ms. Smith, I've been trying to get that boy to settle down for fifteen years. What makes you think you can succeed where I've failed?" "Because I'm not asking him." "Then what are you doing?" Jenna met her eyes once more, bold and unwavering. "I'm just gonna do what I have to do." She didn't need to explain further than that. She was Jenna fucking smith, and just like she’d always say, whatever shit she finds herself in, she’s getting herself cleaned up from it. And just like always in the last four years, Jenna was ready to save herself. Helena studied her for a long moment. Then, slowly, she nodded.

After being seated, a chubby middle-aged woman smiled and surveyed Jenna, " After so many years, Jenna has matured quite a bit." "Used to look like a little girl, now she's grown up." Another auntie with eyes and slim cheeks deliberately asked, "Kenzie, what child did you just say? Could it be that Jenna already has a child?" "Yes, Jenna already has two kids, time flies, we're getting old." Kenzie smiled and said, "Jenna, why didn't you bring the kids over today?" This time, Jenna didn't interrupt Kenzie and let her finish her sentence. Jenna knew very well that from the moment Vivan bumped into her and the child at the kindergarten, the secret could not be kept.

Just fucking talking about everything under the sun, and I’ve never felt more like myself. Jenna lights up, the way she did yesterday talking about her business concept. “Well, that’s the beauty of it. I don’t need anything but a computer and internet connection. I don’t have to carry any inventory or purchase any equipment. I don’t need my own building or storefront. It’s simple.” I nod and write ‘computer’ on the list. “Do you already have a computer?” “Well, sure. I have my old laptop from college.” She waves at the desk, where a MacBook is plugged in.

And then something shifts — something in the filing system at the back of my mind, cross-referencing, connecting a surname I have not thought about in five years to a face I dismissed so thoroughly I had nearly erased it entirely. Kingsley. Jenna. "Hart," I say slowly. "She was Jenna Hart." "She was," Lila says. I turn from the window. The perfect apartment, the perfect view, the carefully constructed evidence of a life going exactly to plan — all of it feels suddenly like a stage set. Two-dimensional. Not quite real. "The secretary," I say. "Yes." "The one from—" "Yes, Vivienne." I sit down. I do not often sit down without choosing to. "She built a company."

Marissa laughed, “Go ahead, get dressed, and come down for breakfast. Yale and Clay are leaving after breakfast.” Jenna opened her mouth, “Leaving where?” Marissa laughed, “I’ll let them explain to you, but don’t worry, they’ll be back.” Jenna smiled, and Marissa left the room. Jenna got up out of bed and walked to the bathroom; when she was done, she washed her hands in the blue bowl and looked at the dress. It was just a simple red dress, but it was lovely. She put it on and walked to the mirror. She sat down and brushed her hair out and then braided it again. She smiled at herself in the mirror. Coming here was crazy but also amazing. She felt new. A whole new life was possible here.

Why did she care if Jenna sat with Kai? Trying not to make eye contact with anyone, she stared down at her work. "You're some kinda bookworm, huh?" Kai asked, noticing the book in her hand. "I... like books, yeah. I already read this one at my old school, so it is pretty easy," she told him. It was a lie—she'd read The Great Gadsby for pleasure way before that. "Great, you can do my homework for me," Kai declared with glee. "Yay," Jenna said sarcastically, but quickly looked up at him and smiled to show she was kidding.

“How do you know about Zain’s curse? You aren’t exactly close to him, and I highly doubt that Miss Shuzen would go around telling just anyone her nephew’s business. Also, burying your head in books doesn’t cut it Jenna. Anyone could bury their head in books.” Jenna nodded her head, gently waltzing around her room and admiring the strange elements in her décor — candles and dusty old books. “Good question, but the thing is I am not just anyone, and I don’t bury my head in just any random book.” More mystery and ambiguity.