Jenna Ortega Pictures Novels & Stories

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.

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.”

Or myself from the shame of anyone seeing how eagerly I'd begged? I hurried downstairs, each step a reminder of his invasions—my ass burning from the anal pounding, my pussy slick and sensitive. Opening the door, Jenna stood there, her bright smile faltering as she took me in. She was the picture of normalcy: jeans, a cute top, her blonde hair in a ponytail, holding a bag of takeout coffee and pastries. "Whoa, girl, you look like you just ran a marathon. Rough night? Or... wait, is that hickey on your neck?"

Mrs Kennedy demanded. "OMG, this is it!" Jenna exclaimed, finally finding the right outfit. Usually, Jenna was not really fussed about brands but today, she wanted to look her coolest so she wore her white Tommy Hilfiger top. Since Jenna thought it was too plain, she tied a tiny knot at the bottom then paired it with blue ripped jeans and white Nike trainers. Before, leaving her house, Jenna sprayed some sea salt spray to her natural brown beach waves to make it even wavier. Then to finish off the look she added her favourite vanilla-scented rosy plump lip gloss and Maybelline mascara then rushed downstairs.

He glances at it, and I watch his whole posture change in an instant — shoulders squaring, jaw tightening, the warmth from a moment ago gone like it was never there. "What is it," I ask. "Jenna. She finally got a clean still from the parking structure footage." He turns the screen toward me, and my stomach drops straight through the balcony floor. It's not a full face. Just a partial profile, caught for half a second under a streetlamp as the car pulled out. But it's enough. I know that jawline. I know that posture. "That's not Octavia," I say slowly, my champagne glass forgotten in my hand.

So the only thing I could do was take a slice of lemon to suck on and make my way to the bedroom. There I lay down, then start browsing through my feed to see what was happening with Cameron. They haven't set a court date for him as yet, and as far as I know, on one had posted his million dollar deal. Jenna's go fund me was taking down, now people were calling for her to be banned from social media. Seeing that there wasn't anything interesting, I did a G****e search on who Otis Lewis was.

“I am going back in and will try and recruit one of the women to create a diversion.” “How will you do that?” Orm asked, just as Magnus was saying, “Need a hand?” He ignored them. There was no need for levity, though he was not entirely sure if that was what it had been. “I know secret way in,” Jenna said. Ketil stared at the shy young woman. Maybe it would help her to do something. “Show me, but then you come back here. Tell her, Orm.” “You’re the leader.” It seemed he wasn’t too old to sulk.

“Jenna was caught on camera from the airport.” “Are you sure?” Casper’s heart did a flip. Was it true that Jenna was jealous, for which reason she was returning to him? “I just sent the picture to your phone,” Hunter confirmed with a smile. Casper’s lips thinned a little, as he saw the picture of her walking out of the airport with her luggage. She was wearing black skinny jean trousers and a turtleneck sweater. Her hair was held in a ponytail so he could see her face clearly, except for the sun shades that hid her eyes. Casper wanted to pull her out of the phone and hug her. He spoke hastily.

— Teddy I can't even explain how it felt watching her. The pain etched on her face, the rapid breathing, the whole body convulsions. I just wanted to hold her and take the pain, take everything away that was hurting her. She is the only girl I have ever loved, a secret that I will carry to my grave because I don't know if I am worthy of her. I know that she is an Oracle, and that she should be a Luna, as she has Alpha Blood, and I am a Beta’s son with a human mother. Tears prickle my eyes as I see her come to, thankful doesn't even begin to explain how I feel. She looks at me and I see the smallest smile on her face and it makes my heart skip a beat, she is everything to me.

Her nose was straight, perfectly long and charming. “It’s fine,” she brushed me off, making me blink as many times as I could, “I’m looking for Nikolai, do you know where he is?” She asked and I was taken aback. What does a perfectly looking girl want with a jerk like Nikolai? “I’m sorry but who are you?” I asked like it was any of my business. All I was supposed to do was lead her to Nikolai without any questions because that was also part of my job. “I’m Jenna,” she introduced herself to me, “I’m the former beta’s daughter and also Nikolai’s girlfriend.” She finished and I gasped.