Jenna Ortega Novels & Stories

A stunning young woman huffs, folding her arms across her chest, looking at the three of us most unpleasantly. “I’m...” I start to say, but she holds out her hand, making me close my mouth quickly. “I know who you are.” She narrows her eyes at the three of us. “I know who all of you are, Luna Ashleigh Blackwood, Beta Daniel Richmond, and Gamma Eric Stephans. You are all a long way from home.”

I murmured. “Speak of the devil.” Detective baker frowned. I looked in the direction of where he was looking and saw a woman in a suit walking toward us. She had a friendly smile painted on her face, but I had a feeling we wouldn’t be the best of friends. “Detective Baker, long time no see,” she beamed. “I prefer it that way,” detective Baker grumbled. He still hadn’t returned her smile. So they must have some kind of history there. She looked at me. “You must be Marina Davis,” she said. “I am Special Agent Danna Halman. You can call me Danna or agent Danna.”

Rita grumbled. "Wipe your tears, it's okay. As for me, I'll forgive you, although you've got explaining to do." Ella dabbed my face with her handkerchief and I smiled. "Where's Jordy?" "With his Dad, over there." "Okay. Meet Marla and Jeff," I introduced. They greeted each other and we went to sit. "Woah, your bump is huge," Rita commented. "How long are you?" "Six months," I replied to Ella.

He held on to my right shoulder, so I turned to face him. "Will you take your hand off my shoulder or I'll turn you into a mouse?" I raised my left eyebrow, glaring at his cold yet undeniably handsome face. "Whoops!" He immediately took his hand off my shoulder. "You two! What are you waiting for?" The guard on the table called us. He's looking at me from head to toe right now. I quickly walk towards him and say, "My name is Alenna Delevigne from the city of Nalaknabak. I'm a..."

elina: " I... I.. I didn't.. didn't.. do inte...intentionally... it happened by.. by.. mis.. mistake..." me: " intentionally or unintentionally... it doesn't matter... now you spoiled the plants which was liked my Jenna... " me: " now punishment... for your mistake.. stay whole night here.. " I said and went inside my home.. ELINA (P. O. V) Hayden said me to stay whole night here and he said this flower and plants are liked by Jenna... ' who is Jenna?? do I know her?? the one who I know Jenna Sis is related to this Hayden...?? but I also don't know anything about her... ahh it's so confusing....' I thought it and sat near one wall.. resting my back to wall...

I said quietly. She blinked, uneasy. “Okay…” “Where were you last Thursday?” I asked. Jenna shifted. “Um. Home?” “With who?” “Just—myself. What is this?” Morgan tossed the photo on the table. Jenna froze. Her face didn’t change. Didn’t twitch. But her eyes gave it away. “Is this a joke?” she tried. “You met with Victoria,” Liam said. “No—” “You used your mother’s name on a burner account.”

“Wait, my child. Stay for at least ten minutes. Talk to us. At least go see your aunt. I can’t prepare anything for you to eat, but Sona will be here soon and she’ll bring something.” “Really? Where is Sona?” Magdalena asked angrily. At the same time, she took out the sandwiches she had bought at the airport for the journey and placed them on the table for them. “Sona is at work. She works in a restaurant washing dishes and usually comes home late.” “I can’t wait for her today, but when she comes, tell her to be home tomorrow morning.” Nazi did not know the truth. Sona worked in a low-class whorehouse in the area. She worked as a prostitute, mostly serving truck drivers. She earned very litt

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.

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.”

Jenna started to be a little nonsense. The man irritably took out his passport and gave it to Jenna. Adam Lynch 30 years Vancouver, Canada She cleared her throat slightly, then took a picture of Adam's passport. After that, she returned it. "Okay Adam, I'll officially introduce myself. My name is Jenna Johnson. Just call me Jenna. From now on until checkout, you have to follow my rules, okay?" Jenna said with a sweet smile, she was already imagining that she would be paid 50 times from the rent bill of her room!