Jenna Ortega Face Novels & Stories

the photographer told the ninja couple to wait for his signal before their lips should touch each other. Daniella was alarmed when Mr. Ortega pulled down her mask and did the same with the mask he was wearing and her eyes widen when she recognized the man. It was no other than, Marcus Madrigal, her ex-husband, but it was too late to refuse him when the crowd was loudly cheering for them. “Three!”

I prayed that Jason would leave me alone, but from what I saw today, it seemed that all the prayers were just talks as he was even waiting for me. As I entered the class, I saw Jenna already waiting for me in my position, making me chuckle. This girl love gist and gossip more than her future. "Hello Jenna, you are early," I said smiling. "No, you are late" she said whilst pointing at a paper on my desk "A lecturer has already come in and given us a little work to do. But he didn't waste time though" she said giving me the paper, after reading what was written on it I smiled, it's not a big deal. "Have you heard?" Before I could sit down, Jenna had already started. "What?" I asked. "Jimmy, th

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.

She’s in a black blazer, holding a tablet, her smile polite and professional. But I’d know her anywhere. That mouth. Those eyes. That scar just beneath her jawline that she thinks no one notices. It’s her. It’s Maya Serrano. Or at least it was. Now, she calls herself Jenna Carr. My mouth curls into a pleased grin as I zoom in on the image. “Found you.”

Jenna slammed her hands down on the table and stood up. She drew the attention of everyone in the hall. “If you think for a second that I will play second fiddle to that little Omega, you are sadly mistaken,” she stated. I felt my face go red as everyone knew I was the Omega she was speaking about. “She is nothing but trouble, and needs to leave,” she added as tears formed in her eyes.

She holds up the letter in her hand. “A letter? Why didn’t you mind-link?” Ah, yes. Let’s see you get out of this one, fake Gianna. “Rogue!” Jenna yells before fake Gianna can say anything. Jenna’s eyes are suddenly white over; wind flows through her white hair and around her ankles. “Jenna, what are you talking about?” Orrin yells over the sound of the wind. Fake Gianna’s eyes are wide in shock. She tries to move, but she’s stuck to the spot in which she’s standing.

From powerful red to pleasing calm shades of green, Leanna Ortega never disappoints. She is trying her best not to look way longer at Sage than appropriate, but who is she kidding? She basks herself with Sage’s gorgeous visuals. “Some things really don’t change, huh?” That made her laugh for the first time all day, but did not bother to look away or shy away from the fact that she is gawking at this man in front of her.

“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.

The air rushed from my lungs. Eleanor Ortega. I’d seen her name in society magazines, a titan of industry in her own right, always photographed with a frosty, unapproachable elegance. Seeing her in person was like facing a perfectly carved ice sculpture. “Ms. Ortega,” I managed, my voice tighter than I wanted it to be. I didn't step aside to let her in. “Jeff… he’s supposed to be here. We have plans.”

I liked the way her eyes lit up as she stared at me, and the way her hair fell in messy waves around her face. She had a beautiful face and a graceful figure. Her long, silky hair cascaded down her back in loose waves. She had sparkling eyes, full lips, and a warm, inviting smile that could light up a room. Her skin was smooth and flawless, with a natural radiance that enhanced her natural beauty. I could go on and on about her looks but Mrs Andrés voice interrupted me. "Class, this is Jenna Brooks," she announced, her voice carrying a sense of warmth. "She's joining us today, so please make her feel welcome."