Jenna Ortega Pictures Novels & Stories

Jenna slammed her hands down on the table and stood up. She drew the attention of everyone in the hall. “If you think for a second that I will play second fiddle to that little Omega, you are sadly mistaken,” she stated. I felt my face go red as everyone knew I was the Omega she was speaking about. “She is nothing but trouble, and needs to leave,” she added as tears formed in her eyes.

“Which reminds me, Jenna’s picking me up soon to go home, shower, change. You don’t have to drop me back.” His face shifts. It turns expressionless. I ask if something’s wrong, but the gym door swings open behind us and every molecule in the air shifts like it just remembered how to feel heat. Jenna is wearing tight, high-waisted shorts, and a cropped tank that hugs every curve as if it were made for her body. Her long wavy hair was up, her skin glowed, and the glint in her hazel-green eyes indicated that she knew exactly what she was doing.

Jack: " yes.. it's your imagination nothing else, common hayden, let's go.. " Hayden: " no.. I am sure... she was Jenna.. " Jack: "I will check later.. come now.. " Hayden: " I will call Max and tell him to check the CCTV footage of this street and it will confirm and it is Jenna.. I am 100% sure.. " Jack: " fine... " Hayden calls Max and ask the CCTV footage of this street and check a lady who wear orange colour top and jeans with holding baby is Jenna or not and ask Max to send it to his phone with in half an hour ...

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.

Still, Zachary tried his best not to interfere too much with her routine. Jenna had searched for Serenity’s photo online, and the only photos that came up in the search result were either blurry or only of Serenity’s side profile. It was only now that Jenna could admire Mrs. York’s stunning looks. Jenna was pretty too, but now that she met Serenity in person, Jenna had to admit that Serenity was a sight to behold and no less than her.

She arrived at the office and set up her equipment, and her team joined her. "Joey, I need you to help me track someone," Brianna instructed one of the IT specialists. "Sure, who is it?" The girl asked, getting ready to capture the details. "She's an old friend of mine, her name is Sienna Ortiz. She's the one who introduced me to the real estate industry. The last time I checked, she was based in the USA, but I heard that she was planning on moving back to Mexico since her business is not doing well. Her company name is Ortiz Family Estates."

he accused Jenna. "I didn't!" Jenna denied it adamantly. "Give that photo back!" Jenna made a forceful attempt to snatch the picture, but Orion held it high, preventing her from reaching it. "You're holding hands in this photo, and it's clear that you're at an amusement park. You were dating in this photo!" accused Orion. Erin's eyes widened; what he said was true. There was something wrong with that picture.

“And you still walked in there wired and ready to burn for your sister. That’s strength.” Alex stepped close, pressing against her back, arms circling her waist. “We’re proud of you, pet.” Jenna closed her eyes, letting their warmth anchor her. The steel plug shifted as she relaxed, reminder, promise and claim. Then her phone buzzed on the coffee table. It was an Unknown number and she froze. Dean picked it up first and opened the message. It is a single photo. Elena, Jenna’s hacker best friend, was gagged, blindfolded and wrists zip-tied to a chair in what looked like a hotel room. Same duct tape pattern as Lily’s.

She’s in a black blazer, holding a tablet, her smile polite and professional. But I’d know her anywhere. That mouth. Those eyes. That scar just beneath her jawline that she thinks no one notices. It’s her. It’s Maya Serrano. Or at least it was. Now, she calls herself Jenna Carr. My mouth curls into a pleased grin as I zoom in on the image. “Found you.”

Jenna added before ending the call. *** Later that day … Somewhere in Canada, Ontario. Hope Orphanage hope. “Miss Jenna,” The children squealed in excitement as they all ran towards her. “Oh my God,” She whispered eyes wide open as she stopped in her tracks, they rushed her immediately attacking her with lots of hugs. “Oh my world!” She gushed bending to their level as she hugged and pecked them one by one. “I missed you guys so much!” She whispered, a wide smile on her face. It appeared that she was exactly where she wanted to be.