Jenna Cavanaugh Novels & Stories

Derrick The strange lady cackled playfully. “Who do we have here?. Two lovers desecrating my cave althrough the night.” She said. “No we were not, we just came to seek shelter.” Gwen replied in smiles and ran to embrace her. I was lost, her eyes were on on me who was less concerned about her presence. “You must be the Dycan alpha.” She said taking gentle strides towards me as she stared at me in wonder. “You're just as arrogant as I presumed you'd be.”

I looked down at my child for a second before looking up at him. “I, Arianna De Mori, reject you, Alpha Dean Ivanov, as my mate and Alpha.” I said, ignoring the clench that I felt in my chest as I held onto my baby. I looked down at my princess, expecting Dean to say something different. My wolf whimpered in pain, but I held my ground as I realized that he wasn’t going to fight for me. This was all a massive joke to him. To ensure that I didn’t lose my child, he was playing this whole dirty game right now.

— Luciana knew that they were talking about the little girl. —Well, that makes me very happy, I think you already know most of them, so before starting the meeting, I'm going to introduce you to my beautiful daughter, the person in charge of the company, Luciana Brown, honey, this is Santiago O 'Brien — Santiago smiled as he finally knew who the beautiful woman was and extended his hand.

Leah walked into the café, ordered her usual, and sat in her favorite spot. After ten minutes of just sitting there not even touching her strawberries, she noticed that she wasn’t getting comfort from her favorite snack. That’s when she realized that she was depressed. Leah loved her clan, and she would do anything to protect them. But at what cost? Her freedom? Her happiness? This wasn’t fair. She would rather be getting to know Ray than worrying about how she was going to get herself out of mating with Theo Blackwell.

Her hands stayed by her side, clenched tightly in a fist, absolutely unable to say anything. "Hey!, don't you think that you're too lofty for a trashed up limp?!. Do you know that Jason is one of the sponsors for this movie - without his financial aid, this movie would definitely flop"- I listened to her trash talk repeatedly in her incredibly annoying high pitched voice. I had my hands over my forehead, feeling a sudden wave of headache coming on from absolutely nowhere. "You're done?." - I asked,my voice low and almost exhausted. "Are you done saying nonsense?" - she paused, her eyes staring at me widely in disbelief.

Questions burst out before I could stop them. “Who are you? How do you know about Emma? What exactly was she doing? Now she is dead, how can we stop it?” Jenna chuckled, the sound carrying both amusement and sadness. “Young people. So much energy.” Shaking her head, she reached for her veil carefully. The black fabric slipped away, and an elderly woman appeared before me—short white hair, wrinkled skin, and tired eyes that had clearly seen too much suffering. “My name is Jenna Fernandez.”

, Jenna ranted. "Get her off me", Kai yelled and his guards pulled Jenna off him. "Is that how to thank your saviour?",Kai asked angrily. " I didn't ask to be saved, did I?", Jenna retorted. "You sure are ungrateful. Do you know I came down with a flu after jumping into the sea to save you?", Kai asked. "Don't you think you were an ass? How could you interrupt my suicide?", Jenna asked angrily. "I interrupted you?", Kai asked. "Yes, you could have minded your business", Jenna replied. They both continued arguing and Liam sighed.

like I would marry that. Angeo nudges her and she groans as she steps forward her blonde hair was from a bottle her natural color was a light brown color and her hazel eyes were full of unshed tears her body wasn’t something to be proud of either. “Im sorry my daddy says i have to marry you so hello im Jenna,” I glanced down at her and looked back at Angelo. “Still a no,” “Daddy you have more daughters,” Jenna told him. “If he doesn’t want to marry me then chose another there are three of us,”

McLauren leaned back in his chair, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his eyes narrowing as Mona came into view on the screen. Red hair. Soft face. Out of place. Interesting. "Who the hell is she?" he muttered, more to himself than anyone else. Behind him, the manager shifted nervously, already sweating. "Uh... she's new. Ticket booth." McLauren didn't look at him. "Name." "Mona." Silence. Long. Heavy. McLauren watched the screen, studying the way she smiled, the way she reacted to Kane. The way Kane reacted to her.

She explains. I honestly didn’t give the camera a second thought after I realized that I forgot it at the barn. I was worried about getting Gabe to the packhouse and then I was busy trying to take care of him while he recuperated. “I also hear that you helped my little girl too.” She beamed at me. Then she grabbed my hand to examine my palm. How did she know? “It’s alright Hannah, you can trust Christine”, Gabe tells me seeing that I am anxious about this conversation. Christine goes on to explain that she works as a researcher for a nonprofit that was established by a coalition of packs in the area.