Jenna Cavanaugh Novels & Stories

I said to her. She blinked her eyes as she tried to act like she doesn't understand what I mean at all. "Don't think about pretending in front of me Jenna. Those tricks may work on those old men that you sleep with, but they are not going to work on me. You posted those things on the internet and set your fans up to bully Carmen. Do you think you're so untouchable now that you're some big actress Jenna?! You seem to be forgetting you're a high school dropout, who should be working in a supermarket selling groceries if it wasn't for the fact that you got some luck by selling your body!" I yelled at Jenna.

Jenna said and then kissed Cullen deeply. Cullen was stunned for a moment before he began growling and Jenna pulled away from the kiss. Her eyes sparkled an unfathomable depth of sadness. Cullen couldn't help but wonder what Rafe had done to her. Jenna spoke very softly and amidst the din of roaring beasts he almost missed what she said. "The enemy of my enemy Arnauk. On my signal, call your attack."

Her nose was straight, perfectly long and charming. “It’s fine,” she brushed me off, making me blink as many times as I could, “I’m looking for Nikolai, do you know where he is?” She asked and I was taken aback. What does a perfectly looking girl want with a jerk like Nikolai? “I’m sorry but who are you?” I asked like it was any of my business. All I was supposed to do was lead her to Nikolai without any questions because that was also part of my job. “I’m Jenna,” she introduced herself to me, “I’m the former beta’s daughter and also Nikolai’s girlfriend.” She finished and I gasped.

"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.

It's not that I didn't trust Kayla, but I hated discussing my private issues with other people. As I walked out of the break room, Jenna McCoy walked out of the storage room down the hall, holding an IV bag. Jenna was a veterinary nurse and a full time worker here, unlike me. I was just a volunteer here until I got my DVM and became a veterinary doctor. I still had one more year to go though. "Anna? Oh, you already found out about Gunther, didn't you?" Jenna announced sadly. I blinked at her, nonplussed. "Gunther? What about Gunther?"

Let me see" Anna said and Mimi showed her making Anna confused "Who can he be?? What does he want from mom?? Anna thought --------- ---------- Anna's mom excused herself as she stood up then someone entered, she was surprised to see CJ She walked up to him and smiled "Ohhh see who we have here " "Good day ma'am, are you okay?? Anna got a call that..... "I am fine dear.. Err what about your fiancee?? She asked and CJ raised his brow "Fiancee?? Who are you talking about?? Hr asked looking confused

But something in Mae's expression made my stomach twist. "Where is she?" "Your office." I walked in to find a woman standing by the window. Late twenties. Long dark hair. Beautiful in a way that made men stupid. She turned when I entered, her green eyes assessing me with cold calculation. "So you are the famous Jenna Carter," she said. "The girl who broke Colt's heart. Then got him killed." Anger flared. "Who are you?" "Sienna Moretti. Colt's ex-girlfriend. The one he was with after you ran." She smiled, sharp and cruel. "The one he actually loved. Not just obsessed over like some teenage fantasy."

“We’ll find you everything you need.” I like the confidence in Jenna’s tone. Like this is her job and she knows how to do it. I think her father always thought it was a shit degree, but he didn’t care. Everyone knew college was just time to stall Jenna’s arranged marriage to Nico Tacone. “You really enjoy shopping for other people?” “Yes!” She smiles up at me. “I can make anyone look good. Any size or shape. It’s all about waist placement and body shape. Dressing with the right layers and lines for the body.”

"She did rather well, didn't she." He does not answer. What I know now, laid out in forty-two pages of meticulous documentation: Jenna Hart became Jenna Kingsley through a DNA-confirmed lineage to one Eleanor Kingsley of Surrey, England — a woman of considerable wealth, influence, and social standing whose family name carries more weight in certain circles than the Vale name does in ours. J. Kingsley Strategies is not a struggling startup propped up by old money. It is a genuinely profitable firm with documented client retention of ninety-three percent, three industry awards in five years, and a growth trajectory that any analyst would describe as exceptional.

"Cassandra is taller. Curvier. Prettier. More alluring. Has better fashion sense. Her moans are the best in the world. Why am I even telling you that?" I gave him a stink eye. Could those even be counted as valid reasons? I so much wanted to knock all of his teeth out. "That's not all," What more did he want to say about her? I feared my ears would bleed. "Jenna is a Zelta werewolf, and Cassandra ranks way higher than her as the Gamma's daughter. Also, my Luna's more intelligent than she lets on." I nodded sagely, "Yeah, she is indeed," My brother looked happy when I said that, but his face fell with the other part of the sentence.