Jenna Fischer Youth นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I tell Jake Oh, we on nickname terms are wey okay beautiful let's go. Jake says to me. So how long have you been training for? I tell him. Since I was 14 .Jake says. Jade: What 14 well I've been going to classes since I was 16, but I'm 17, so I guess not long enough, huh? I say to Jake. Oh shit Alpha's gonna kill me. I've been hitting on his 17 year old niece, I'm dead ... Jake says.

Jenna laughed before disappearing into the crowd. “Wait,” I said, grabbing her arm. “You’re leaving me?” “Trust me when I say this is a good thing,” Jenna said, casting another glance towards the new girls. “I have bad blood with them.” Jenna quickly disappeared into the crowd. My attention went back to the new girls. Arianna and Amber Mora, daughters of the Alpha of Crestwood, the neighboring pack. They were a vision of elegance with their light tan skin, piercing green eyes, and statuesque frames draped in the latest designer fashion.

Maya scoffed, beckoning Liza to hold Amber and she moved closer to Peyton "You wouldn't dare!" She threatened with her voice in a higher pitch. "Really?" Her eyes were staring into Peyton's. "Yana, gather the students. Let's make this fun together" * Jenna sat on the couch in her room, watching the program when her phone beeped, it was a message. She stretched out her hand to grab the phone with her eyes still fixed on the television, she grabbed it and planned to steal a glance at it but the message got her attention.

She understood the pain he felt and explained slowly, “She came as me and I as her. Look for yourself.” Anna showed him a video. Jenna was dressed in a pink and white floral dress. She looked like Anna in the video. Naturally, there wasn't a facial resemblance between them but the dress and professional make artist did the magic. “Where is she?” Casper’s eyes began to roam the auditorium curiously. He couldn't believe that he was going to spend another night without Jenna. The mere thought was enough to drive him crazy.

"I saw Jenna today." The silence on the other end is the particular silence of a man choosing his next words with surgical precision. Hayes has known me for fifteen years. He knows which subjects require care. "Where?" he asks. "Street. Midtown. She was with Faith Morgan and an older woman I didn't recognize." I pause. "And a boy." Another silence. Longer. "How old?" Hayes asks quietly. "Five. Maybe just under." Hayes says nothing. "It doesn't mean anything," I say, and I am aware, even as I say it, of how hollow it sounds. "She could have met someone. After she left. It's been five years, she's allowed—"

elina: " I... I.. I didn't.. didn't.. do inte...intentionally... it happened by.. by.. mis.. mistake..." me: " intentionally or unintentionally... it doesn't matter... now you spoiled the plants which was liked my Jenna... " me: " now punishment... for your mistake.. stay whole night here.. " I said and went inside my home.. ELINA (P. O. V) Hayden said me to stay whole night here and he said this flower and plants are liked by Jenna... ' who is Jenna?? do I know her?? the one who I know Jenna Sis is related to this Hayden...?? but I also don't know anything about her... ahh it's so confusing....' I thought it and sat near one wall.. resting my back to wall...

She looked the girl up. It didn't take long. Jenna Williams didn't have much of a social media presence, which was strange in itself, a handful of old photos from what looked like a much smaller school back home, nothing recent, nothing that gave Freya much to work with beyond a face and a name. Scholarship student. New this semester. Not the kind of girl who typically registered on anyone's radar at a school like theirs.