Jenna Ortega Novels & Stories

I wanted to tell her that even if this woman was beautiful, her beauty was nothing compared to hers. "I apologize for being late, I just came from a charity event," she said as she sat down beside Atticus. She must be the Luna. "I'm Nicole Hutton," she introduced herself, "First Lady of Hutton Empire." "It's a pleasure to meet you." Rayne smiled at her. "Forgive my question, but you're not a vampire, am I right?" Nicole asked Rayne. "No, I'm not. I'm a gifted human," Rayne answered her.

"Yes, just that, Annie. We are done. I reject you as my mate. And since you've been accepted into the Silver Sword Academy, let me make this very clear... You are rejected from the Silver Sword Pack, too. From now henceforth, you should not move around Agolia not to talk of living anywhere under my watch." Cassandra cut in, her voice high and the tone quite unpleasant. "Did you hear that, poor girl? You're not even good enough to be an Omega! Go back to your books and start with your reading… over again." "The pack? But I haven't even begun my training!" I advanced, fists balled. My Inner Wolf was screaming, not in pain, but in a strong need for revenge. "My Uncle has invited me already! I h

She cackled and intentionally stepped on my feet. I groaned in pain and managed to stand up. “Alpha finally dumped her for me, and now she's salty,” Tracy spat out. “Brianna, you have to see her face when he rejected her. What a silly goof!” She hissed. Brianna shrieked excitedly, flashing her hands in the air. “Wow, Lena, you are really done for. You can't keep a man, you lost your mom, and your father couldn't even live long enough to take care of us. You must be bad luck,"

Questions burst out before I could stop them. “Who are you? How do you know about Emma? What exactly was she doing? Now she is dead, how can we stop it?” Jenna chuckled, the sound carrying both amusement and sadness. “Young people. So much energy.” Shaking her head, she reached for her veil carefully. The black fabric slipped away, and an elderly woman appeared before me—short white hair, wrinkled skin, and tired eyes that had clearly seen too much suffering. “My name is Jenna Fernandez.”

Please send me some. The upset doctor nods and leaves. A pup. I have a pup in my belly. I never imagined it was possible. I know that male omegas manage to have children, but I'm a beta. Damn, alpha's fertility.

she shrugged. “ Wow! The extent to which people go to get what they want is very appalling." ~~~ "Hey there, baby girl! How's school treating you?" Alyona chirped as she picked up the phone. "All good, sis. Sorry for the wake-up call," Gia apologized. "No worries, Gia. So, when are you coming home? Mom's got duties with Elon's newborn and Kayden," Alyona informed, propping herself up on the bed. "In a few days. We're squeezing in a quick vacation first. Ayanda and Ximena are on board; we're just waiting for Jax and his girlfriend to complete the squad," Gia shared, injecting excitement into her voice.

“Yeah, but how can she agree with a stranger? Even if The Gitana could mess with her mind, Hera’s background would prevent her from making serious blunders.” Thomas knew he was right. “How can we be sure she hasn’t figured out a way around that?” Gelo’s expression said it all. They had no guarantee that The Gitana would play by the rules. She'd play dirty if her history were anything to go by. They put their helmets on simultaneously, excited about how the joust would turn out. Meanwhile, The Gitana was busy setting up her altar in Hera's tent. She had built a stone platform adorned with symbols of dark magic, featuring a pentagon carved right in the middle.

she said, her voice laced with concern. "Oh my God, I hope this isn't what I'm thinking," Anna remarked, her fingers flying across the keyboard. I leaned in, curious. "What are you thinking about?" I asked. Anna's eyes met mine, and I could see the realization dawning on her. "That the Ortega's are using multiple fake accounts to comment on your page so you can be disqualified," she confirmed. My eyes widened in shock. That would be a dirty move, but it made sense. The Ortega's would stop at nothing to win.

How crappy would he feel having to smile and look at dresses when all he had on his mind was Olivia? “Good afternoon Luna,” a wry feminine voice called from beside me, making me jump. A tall and slender woman walked towards me. “Allow me to introduce myself,” she said with a quick bow. “I’m Jenna,” she said. She wore a low-cut navy blue dress that fell halfway down her thigh. “I’ll be assisting you with your dresses today.” “It’s great to meet you, you can call me Adea,” I told her. Jenna turned to look behind me and I turned to follow her gaze.

He couldn’t move. He couldn’t speak. It was her—the woman who had once been his wife, his wife that died years ago, the one he had lost and grieved and searched for in shadows of memory. Shock tore through him, followed by disbelief, then a wave of emotions hit his chest. She leaned forward and held the mic on the table with graceful fingers. “I am Jacintha Dela Torre,” she said. Once again, the chaotic hall went silent, a drop of water would have made noise.