Jenna Ortega Pictures Novels & Stories

Because of this, Bethany was anxious about the possibility that she will feel hungry when she wakes up at three in the morning because of the situation described above. After giving the door a light nudge, she peered inside and saw Jenna sleeping while clinging to a picture of Bethany. This discovery led her to give the door a slight prod. She was looking around the room, and Jenna, who was standing there with the tray, caught her attention as she was looking around. She kept a picture of both her and her mother, which was framed and stored in the pocket of her coat at all times. She brought this picture with her everywhere she went.

JINHAI’S POV. Jeneta… I stared at the image on my phone, and the rest of the world narrowed to a single and searing point. She was breathtaking. Jeneta sat perched on a sculptural, wave-like white leather chaise, her body relaxed and at ease. The black lace lingerie clung to her beautifully, a bra that barely contained her full breasts. The matching panties sat low on her hips, accentuating the toned plane of her stomach and the gentle curve of her waist.

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."

When Remi and Alex were done, they sat on the sofa, each occupied with their phones while waiting for their friends. Some minutes later, they both entered the sitting room conversing in hushed tones. Vincent raised his head, his eyes landing on Jenna. She was wearing a long blue jeans and white crop top which revealed her cleavage a little. Her hair was let down, cascading down her shoulders. She settled for a nude lip gloss, a black heels and a small handbag which her phone couldn't even fit in. With being under dressed the outfit still brought out her curvy shape.

I decided to come out here, thinking I would be alone, but here Jenna is. Looking at her, I can’t deny how gorgeous she is. Jenna stands at about 5’9, and she has long reddish brown hair. Her eyes are emerald, which just makes her hair color bolder. She keeps herself put together in designer clothes, usually, though today she has on an oversized hoodie. You can tell Jenna spends some time at the gym, though I’d imagine it isn’t to learn to fight for her pack. This is starting to get awkward. Jenna's staring at me and not speaking. I can either go back to the house or take a seat and see what happens. I look out over the pond with longing. I was truly looking forward to sitting in my spot and

She asked in a daze, "Norton, what about you then? Aren't you going to take care of her?" Norton's gaze darkened as he put on a pained expression. He said, "Jenna, she doesn't want me to take care of her. She deserves someone better, but that someone will never be Sergio. I'll leave her to you for now. I'll be leaving for another country in a couple of days." Jenna was a little confused when she heard that. He was carrying her when they got back from the hospital. They looked fine just earlier, but what happened to them for him to look like a different person?

Theresa, who had been working at breakneck speed all morning, turned off her cell phone and, triumphant, added another mark to the spreadsheet he had printed. “We got a photographer, thanks to Nav's contacts. She is a student and not yet officially set up his business, but the pictures on his website are great. So, not counting the clothes of the groom and bride, that's all I can do. I'm taking the afternoon off. Jenna smiled. "Nothing like having your loved one back to get you motivated, Tree." She was in on that. nicknames, and that was from the time when, as a baby, she couldn't pronounce her sister's name

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.”

“Wait, what? What did you call my mate?” I stare at Luther. “Your mate is a Goddess, Luther Dalgaard.” “No, I’m not,” Jenna jumps out of her seat. “Until I mated with Luther, I was an Omega. If I were a Goddess, I wouldn’t have been so low in the food chain!” “My child,” I smile kindly while cupping Jenna’s cheek. It’s time to show Jenna who she is. “Let me show you something,” I clutch the sides of Jenna’s head, and her eyes widen.