Jenna Ortega Face Novels & Stories

“You will understand everything once we are inside.” MJ did not say anything, but she trailed after him as he led her to the house. The gate had been left open, even the front door. They entered, and once inside, there was a woman busy showing a couple the house. She was speaking animatedly with the couple and they seemed to be taken with her. Admittedly, MJ would have liked to hear what stories she was spinning them about the house and its previous owners. "Liam, who is that woman?" Liam stood next to her with his hands in his pockets. "Sienna Ortiz, previously known to some as Sienna Ortiz Mendoza. Javier Mendoza's ex wife."

She rushed to where Ignacio was tending to the flowers. "Hey, babe. Jenna fell into the trap. We have to go get her now" "Wow! That's great. Let me get changed then" He said and they both went back into the house. Ignacio got ready and they both left to get their one biggest threat to the pack. They got to Anita's office before Jenna and had hidden behind the cabinets. Amber went on live on her I*******m page for people to see the kind of person Jenna really is. Moments later, a knock was heard on the door; it was Jenna.

She nodded once, the motion crisp, regal like Iris whispered in her mind. The door swung open. She stepped out, the sun catching the gloss of her hair, the uniform hugging her figure like it had been stitched for her alone. A ripple went through the crowd. “Is that…?” “Alpha Desmond’s daughter.” “She’s even prettier than the rumors.” “God, look at the car…” Jenna swallowed hard, spine stiff. She’d been stared at before but always with suspicion, envy, and hatred. Here, the eyes were reverent. Hungry. Worshipful.

That’s staying. “Hey, buddy,” Colton says, voice about a pitch higher than normal. It’s giving guilty golden retriever. His face is flushed, and I silently high-five myself for that little victory. Time to redirect the brother radar. “Where’s Jenna?” I ask quickly. “Seriously, Trent. She looks like a Disney princess and a P*******t board had a baby. She’s glowing. You sure she’s not secretly royalty?” It works. Trent’s chest puffs with pride like he won the jackpot—which, in fairness, he did.

Nina asked as she placed her hands on my shoulder to try to calm me down. " Ooohhh... Okay," I said, and my voice started shaking. " I should start with the fact that my name isn't Jean ..." I said and they both stared at me with blank expressions. " Seriously? You're not kidding right now?" Jenna finally asked, breaking the silence, and I nodded. " And... I'm actually a m-" " -Is that you on TV?" Jenna suddenly said, and we all watched the TV. There I was, in a red gown and black sneakers, with my ebony hair reaching my butt - this was taken today! The flash I saw earlier wasn't a figment of my imagination!

"Let's give it up... to the Herald of Dexo Fernia, the shadow assassin! The daughter of Hikaris himself… VERONICA!" Chest out, shoulders back, I walked out of the dark and turned my gaze to every corner of the coliseum, and with a devilish grin on my lips, I raised my weapon and they screamed my name… just how I want them to. "And her challenger..." the announcer paused for a while, I crossed my arms and everyone went silent, patiently waiting until, "another daughter of Hikaris, the Mistress of Dexo Fernia, Elspeth!"

“Bambi, this is Jeneta Arinze.” Then, without missing a beat, he added. “She’s my woman.” My head snapped toward him, my eyes widening slightly, but his expression didn’t waver. He looked calm and composed, as though what he’d just said was a simple fact, not something that sent my mind spiralling. Bambi’s sharp eyes studied me, her red-painted lips curving into a small smile. She extended a hand immediately. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Jeneta. I’m Bambi Okafor.”

Ara turned her gaze towards Jenna who was drilling holes at the woman's retreating back. "Who was she?" she asked in disbelief "Elena Rossi, fiancee of Mr. Serrano," she flipped her gaze on her. Her eyes softened and an apologetic smile spread across her face. "She curses a lot," Ara pointed out "Yes, she does," "I am sorry you had to go through that," Jenna held her forearm and apologized. Ara shook her head, assuring her everything is alright. "And so is his bitch. I swear both of them are a match made in hell. They can give Satan a run for their money," as she crushed the leaves with her hands imagining them to be their head.

He glances at it, and I watch his whole posture change in an instant — shoulders squaring, jaw tightening, the warmth from a moment ago gone like it was never there. "What is it," I ask. "Jenna. She finally got a clean still from the parking structure footage." He turns the screen toward me, and my stomach drops straight through the balcony floor. It's not a full face. Just a partial profile, caught for half a second under a streetlamp as the car pulled out. But it's enough. I know that jawline. I know that posture. "That's not Octavia," I say slowly, my champagne glass forgotten in my hand.

Elora responded angrily while trying to keep her other side in check. “ I am the Luna of this pack and you have just committed an unforgivable offense by questioning my authority and defying me!” she said with a small smile on her face, obviously happy because Elora had fallen for her antics. “ That was embarrassing” Elora said after they sat there in silence when she revealed that she was the Luna. She looked at the name tag on the desk and saw the name; Luna Jenna Hills. “ That is why you should learn to look before you leap”