Jenna Of The Jungle Novels & Stories

Jenna. Well, in all honesty, it was hard to tell that it was Jenna at first. She was soaked to the bone, her clothes were covered in blood and mud and they clung to her skin. Her face was a mask of fear and horror, streaked with tears, blood and rain, and she looked desperate as she stumbled through the forest, clutching her stomach as she screamed Kate’s name. She didn't see us at first and I was apprehensive, but when she called out for Kate again, I put the pieces together.

She said. Brennan chuckled, “You surprise me Duchess, back then, you didn't strike me as someone this jealous.” Jenna fumed, “The so called Luna is a misfortune in disguise to this pack, I want to save the pack by ridding her off this earth.” She said, stamping her feet on the ground. “You're just overly jealous that the Alpha didn't give you his heart. Everyone knows you fancy the Alpha!” Brennan echoed, fueling Jenna's rage even more.

a husky voice from the back said. Bryan stiffened. This was unexpected and he hated surprises. Could this be a trap? Yaeger straightened. “Present yourself.” The crowd parted, revealing a young meek-looking girl. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as she ascended the stage with small measured steps. Roy gasped. “Jenna?” Yaeger's eyes burned with fury. “Who are you?” “Jennifer from the Garcia pack, granddaughter to the pack leader.” Roy felt a shockwave of disbelief. Jenna was a princess?

“You wanna bet?” “Uh, no, of course not.” Jenna looked sideways, and then I backed up a little, hiding myself properly behind the tree, hoping she didn't see me. “Meet you at the finish line,” I heard Jenna say quickly, and my head flew up and out of the tree. What I witnessed next was what I never thought I would. Jenna sprinted headfirst into the woods, and I watched Ophelia's body charged and contorted. In an instant, the girl's small physique shifted into a large wolf—not just any wolf, but a silver one.

Bianca and Gunnar went behind the trees to remove their clothes and shift when they got outside. Bianca had seen Conan the day Omar planned to attack Last Moon. This would be the first time he and Gunnar saw Jenna. After shifting, Jenna stepped out of the trees, shyly looking at the large black wolf in front of her. Conan couldn't believe his eyes. Jenna wasn't your normal brown wolf like he'd expected. She was snow white with dark grey paws, tail, and ears. He'd never seen such a beautiful wolf.

he answered. Jan Wilson thanked him and asked him to follow her but Robert Mallow refused. Jan Wilson insisted but he held his ground that he was not going. With tears in her eyes, Jan Wilson got on her horse and continued her journey to Jingle state. She looked back and called his name but he didn't reply. A few moments later, she got out of the jungle. Jan Jay was surprised to see a crowd waiting for her at Jingle's border to the jungle. Jan Jay was excited to see her father and narrated everything that happened in the jungle to her.

There are too many for the cab, so I place them in the bed of the pickup just as a rogue wolf who made it through the warriors, launches himself at the people in back. Jenna, without a second’s hesitation, steps up between the littles and the wolf. He takes a swipe at her, cutting into her bicep. Jenna screams as she punches the wolf in the snout with her free hand, then she collapses backward into the truck bed. “Everyone hold on.” I yell behind me, as I get into the driver’s seat.

The further I go, the more real Jenna becomes. Not some mysterious explorer. Not some tragic figure. Just... A person. A stubborn, sarcastic person. One entry is dedicated entirely to her declaring war on tree roots after tripping over them repeatedly. Another contains an alarming amount of hatred directed toward mosquitoes. I guess there were still mosquitoes in the wild when she was here. I find it hard to relate. The wild is currently as silent as a graveyard, not even an insect in sight. I find myself relaxing a little as I read.

She felt the gentle weight of Alex’s head and the warmth of Elena’s hand still holding Dean’s. For one long moment, everything felt perfect. Then she remembered the mocking salute Lila had given through the window hours earlier. Jenna lifted her head carefully. She did not want to wake the others yet. She slipped from the pile of limbs and bodies and padded barefoot to the kitchenette. She filled the kettle with water and set it on the small camp stove. While the water heated, she stood at the window and stared into the trees. There was no movement and no shadow. Only silence and frost.

someone called snapping me back to reality I turned around and I saw a beautiful,slender hoodie and glasses. She smiled at me, I smiled back shyly. “ You are not from around here,” she said. I nodded my head and she took my hand and walked me through the class “ Judging from your age we are classmates and you will be my seat partner. My name is Melissa Gold, I am sixteen years old and you.” She said very excited I looked at her and smiled “ My name is Jessica Brown, am sixteen years also” immediately she heard my name she smiled and said