Jenna Of The Jungle 소설 & 이야기

Jenna nodded, “Yes… I've been in three different homes. That’s not as bad as some kids, but it also isn’t easy. My mom is a drunk.” Clay sighed, “I’m sorry, Jenna.” Jenna shrugged, “I’ve never had control over my own life, and now you want me to save your species. That’s a tall order, Clay.” Clay laughed, “We just want you to try, is all.” Jenna nodded, “And I will; just don’t be surprised if I have no idea what I’m doing.” She chuckled. "Fake it until you make it, right?” said Clay with a one-shoulder shrug and smirk.

In tragedy of what has just happened. Jenna stood before me with her flash on and who knows for how long she has been filming for. “Jenna? How long have you been here?” my voice trembling in fear because I know how big of a villain Jenna could be and if she releases my video, It's the end for me. “Long enough to see you turn to a beast.” she replied as confident as possible. Yet her hands trembled, her eyes screamed “run” but she played the ‘I'm not afraid card’. What was she thinking that I would drink from her too?

Her heart slammed against her ribcage. They knew. They were looking for her. And if they caught her now, there would be no more dungeons. No second chances. Ryker would see to it that she died. Jenna’s body ached. Her limbs felt like lead, but she kept going. She couldn’t stop. Not now. Branches scratched her arms. Her bare feet hit rocks and roots. She fell more than once, but each time, she pushed herself back up. She didn’t know where she was going, only that she had to keep moving.

“Well then, you’ll know I’m not going t—“ “Jason!” The angry yelling makes me shut my eyes and huff out a breath. Zeke turns to me, his shock clear in his eyes but I don’t offer an explanation. He’ll find out everything soon enough. Jenna storms into the tent, looking hot as fuck even though she is burning with rage. She doesn’t even notice him sitting by the couch at first. She heads toward me like an unhinged animal after being caged for a while. If I saw smoke coming out of her ears, I wouldn’t be surprised. She looked that angry.

“Wait, what? What did you call my mate?” I stare at Luther. “Your mate is a Goddess, Luther Dalgaard.” “No, I’m not,” Jenna jumps out of her seat. “Until I mated with Luther, I was an Omega. If I were a Goddess, I wouldn’t have been so low in the food chain!” “My child,” I smile kindly while cupping Jenna’s cheek. It’s time to show Jenna who she is. “Let me show you something,” I clutch the sides of Jenna’s head, and her eyes widen.

Jenna carried Jerry in her arms and fell into the moat below the cliff. When Zoella had extended her leg to the rock, Jenna had instantly realized that she would not be able to escape the plight. When Jenna heard Hansen's screams, she took advantage of the time she had left before the ground completely cracked apart, gathered all of her strength, and threw Jerry into the open space in front of her. However, this also accelerated the rift forming between the stone and the ground. By the time Hansen emerged from the cave, he saw Jenna thrust Jerry into the open space in front of her with all her might.

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.

There are some stores situated around the place and two restaurants that also take up a little space on the square for their terrace. I spot Jenna seated on our favorite bench; I think she is the most beautiful girl I have ever seen. Her mom is Antillean and her father is Dutch, making her the perfect mixture of both worlds. She has chocolate colored skin, curly black hair that falls halfway down her shoulders, full lips like her mom and gray/blueish eyes like her father. Her frame is curvy but muscular, with her 5.2 ft she is a little bit smaller than I am.

Boy was she wrong. Why would I swallow what I had already spitted out? "Listen here, Keller, "Jenna seethed. "I get what I want and what I want is you." I knew what she wanted. She wanted what came after being with me. The Luna title. Before I dumped her ass, all she prattled about was how she's the right person for the job. She kept yakking and yakking like a scratched CD and it was beyond annoying. The fact that she was forgetting that we were werewolves - bound with the knowledge of our destined ones - had slipped her mind for some reason. I may be a lot of things, but one thing I would never do is denying something that could be the best thing that could happen to me. I guess Jenna didn'

A photograph of Jessica Jane. Smiling.