Jenna Ortega Mom Novels & Stories

Jenna breathed a sigh of relief, and her expression was still heavy. Octavia's gaunt face emerged in her mind. As she expected, Zoella had pushed all the blame to this woman. If the lawyer's team leaked the evidence, Octavia would face a serious catastrophe of imprisonment, which she did not want to see. Jenna took out her cell phone and dialed Octavia's number. "Mrs. Richards, thank you for sending my mother and brother to Sovento. Their illness depends on your care." As soon as Octavia picked up Jenna's phone, she cried and exclaimed excitedly.

She'd blocked him. Gavin snorted. "Bro, you think she's actually for real this time? Like, final-final divorce?" Mark scoffed. "No chance. Mrs. Jensen's her whole world. She won't leave me." That's when Gavin's latest girlfriend, Ariana, dropped the bomb. "Wait... Margaret Jensen? Room 6602 at PremierCare? That was Jenna's mom?" She blinked. "But... she died months ago."

Blake. Jenna sighed, “I am, she’s not coming, is she?” There was a long pause of silence over the phone. “I’m sorry, Jenna, but your mother is in jail. She was picked up on a DUI last night. I’m sorry, I just found out, or I would have called you sooner.” Jenna sighed as she felt tears well in her eyes, “Thank you, Mrs. Blake, for letting me know.” Mrs. Blake sighed heavily through the phone, “I’m so sorry, Jenna. For what it is worth happy belated birthday. Are you doing okay with the Morgs?”

“Secondly, what the hell is an Omega?” “Bottom of the pack, that’s what an Omega is.” I spin on the spot to face the woman now looking at Jenna with narrow eyes. What’s her deal? “Who are you?” “I’m Jessica, Jenna here is my foster sister.” Jessica turns her attention to Jenna. “What did Mum warn you, Jenna?” “I’m sorry,” Jenna lowers her head in submission. My heart is pounding as anger fills my veins. “Do not apologise, Jenna. You’ve done nothing wrong; I was the one who approached you.”

While I was conversing with them, Dad eventually excused himself to take a comfort room. Or maybe, he cannot stand being with me in the same circle? Don’t worry, Dad. The feelings are mutual. “Son, would you mind if you introduced me to your associates?” my mom said, going beside me and circling her arm around me. “Oh, this is my mom. She’s Margarita Montero, the beautiful wife of Chairman Karlos Montero.” “Right, you are elegant, madame. Your dress is spectacular,” one of the ladies said.

Cristian, however, remains perfectly still, those silver eyes locked on me, his expression unreadable except for the slow curve at the corner of his mouth. Jenna jumps in without missing a beat. “I am Jenna, and if you don’t take care of my sis, I will hunt you down and sucker punch your face and your El Toro so hard you will NEVER have children. I am talking hospital visits, stitches, the whole fireworks.” We all gasp in unison. “Jenna!”

I said. " I know but where work the fun be." He said smugly. "Yeah right." I snorted. "Momma, Luca called wanting me to take him. I took him from Alex and he wrapped his arms around my neck. " Yes my baby, you hungry?. I asked and he nodded. We made our way to the mat. I sat Luca on my lap and gave him a sandwich. I gave everyone there's and we soon started eating and conversing after mum made a fuss about Alex not visiting her when he came back. She was really mad at Alex's dad Arturo for not call her when they were back in town. My mum was being dramatic as usual and the father and son had too keep apologizing till she finally gave in. Arturo and I chatted catching up on our lives. I was h

“Mom, it’s me.” The door didn’t open and her mother’s face changed. “Why are you here?” So her nightmare had come true. “Mom…” “Let her come in.” Her father’s voice gave her some hope. Her mother opened the door and Elena was not ready for the sight she witnessed. John’s parents, Milly and Ethan were there. Her sister Miranda was there with her husband Jim. Her father was seated in his couch and her mother went to stand beside him like an obedient wife.

I hope that maybe my momma and her momma and poppa could reconcile once momma gets out and begins to mend bridges. We announce ourselves to the lady who is called Jenna and she tells us to take a seat. Apparently, momma is going through the whole sign out process. God, I feel anxious right now. It’s like I am going to meet my mother for the very first time. A set of double wood doors opens and a woman steps out. She has a smart coffee colored bob that hangs to her chin and looks elegant in straight navy denims, flat black pumps and a pink sweater with matching cardigan. I tilt my head and think; wow I would love her poise and elegance.

I simply did not know where to begin. “Get your ass back to the Pack house and make some calls, Gordon,” Jenna’s mother snaps at the Alpha. He looks at her surprised at her tone, “Our daughter is missing, and you could have had some valuable information already for us,” she continues before adding, “Since when do we not support our daughter?” she asks with tears in her eyes. Her emotions were running high – everyone’s were – and it was starting to wear on her.