Jenna Ortega Novels & Stories

He was mad that his mate kept discouraging their daughter not to get trained as a warrior. "Yes and what is wrong in that? Have you checked on her? She doesn't dress like a girl, act like a girl that she was supposed to be. His mate will expect her to do everything I do for you. Look at Alpha's daughter, Ivory. Her mother is teaching her to become a successful Luna already. I feel jealous of her. It was always Alpha's daughter, this and that. Why can't our daughter be like that?" Jenna was devastated from all the expectations she had from Orfilia.

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.

Alpha Jackson was known to have built quite a few alliances, closing off most of the territory around them. The rogue, who eventually admitted his name was Peter, continued by saying their leader was personally interested in the Alpha female who is supposed to take over after Alpha Jackson had retires in the coming year. She was considered the prize. They wanted to see who she was, what she looked like, and how they could get her.

"She is yet to wake up. But according to the marks on her body, she has been under abuse for a long time. Others were still fresh." "It's like she had been whipped for a good number **of** years." The doctor said. "Do your best to make sure that she wakes up as soon as possible," Ashton said. "Yes, Alpha. We will do our best." Ashton waved his hand and walked towards the study room. Theo was following him. "What did you find out from your investigation?" "The girl's name is Maya Brown. She was saved by Mark Syden, the now alpha of wind winders pack." "What did you say her name was?" Ashton asked. He felt like he was hearing things.

Her hands stayed by her side, clenched tightly in a fist, absolutely unable to say anything. "Hey!, don't you think that you're too lofty for a trashed up limp?!. Do you know that Jason is one of the sponsors for this movie - without his financial aid, this movie would definitely flop"- I listened to her trash talk repeatedly in her incredibly annoying high pitched voice. I had my hands over my forehead, feeling a sudden wave of headache coming on from absolutely nowhere. "You're done?." - I asked,my voice low and almost exhausted. "Are you done saying nonsense?" - she paused, her eyes staring at me widely in disbelief.

The rest of the crowd bowed. "Thank you," he smiled with such courtesy I never knew he had. "Jaxyyyyy." A lady squealed from behind, dashing through the crowd in a beautiful red dress and crashing onto Alpha Jax. First thoughts? Who the hell is she?

Sexy? I wasn't sure, but the numbers some creators pulled in made my eyes widen. If I could just push through the shame, maybe I could save her. My name's Jenna, 24, with curves that always turned heads but never paid the bills. Long auburn hair, full breasts that strained against any top, and hips that swayed without trying. I set up the account that afternoon, username 'Jenna Lusts', profile pic a teasing shot of me in lingerie. 'Helping a girl out...join the fun and make a difference,' I captioned it vaguely. No one needed to know about Mom. Not yet.

There’s no other perfect opportunity where she could question Ortega about his relationship with her stepmother. Ortega recognized the woman who joined them. It was Daniella Reyes, the first job assignment for Marcus Madrigal. The picture that Paloma sent to him via email didn’t do justice to her actual appearance. Daniella was prettier in person than in the photo and he wondered if Marcus wasn’t attracted to the woman while working closely with her. “Sure Miss Reyes,” he responded formally, “I’m sure you are already acquainted with my friend here. He was your guardian in HK,” he said while ignoring Marcus' scowling face.

But something in Mae's expression made my stomach twist. "Where is she?" "Your office." I walked in to find a woman standing by the window. Late twenties. Long dark hair. Beautiful in a way that made men stupid. She turned when I entered, her green eyes assessing me with cold calculation. "So you are the famous Jenna Carter," she said. "The girl who broke Colt's heart. Then got him killed." Anger flared. "Who are you?" "Sienna Moretti. Colt's ex-girlfriend. The one he was with after you ran." She smiled, sharp and cruel. "The one he actually loved. Not just obsessed over like some teenage fantasy."

The woman untangled her arm from Cain’s and stepped forward to greet Alya. “We meet again,” she remarked, holding out her hand. “I’m Jenna. Jenna Park.” Alya was hesitant to shake her hand. The woman was quite attractive with her dark hair parted to her side. She wore a high necked beige dress which parted downwards to show her heavy cleavage and she was wearing a pair of dazzling beige earrings. Her dress was perfectly hugging her voluptuous curves and her smooth skin was expertly dabbed with makeup. Compared to her, Alya felt underdressed.