Jenna's Book List Novels & Stories

"Not sure yet. I think I'll start with Cadifor." Jenna alternated glaring out the window at the passing scenery and glaring at the back of Devon's head. She was starting to hate cars. Ever since she met Rafe it seemed like each time she got into one she was being forcibly escorted somewhere she didn't want to go. She was sitting in the backseat next to a woman who appeared to be a botched rhinoceros cat hybrid. She was starting to really wonder how many men and women Rafe had messed with in his God quest. She felt Brennus' disapproval in the back of her mind. At least all of the men I changed were volunteers, she thought back at him.

Nico asked. “Oh it’s a long story but the short version is that.. I might have hacked into her phone and computer. She sent lots of nudes to them.” Jess said casually. “I thought it was Jenna’s doing..” Jeremy said. “It was me.” “Where did you learn how to hack?” Nico asked, completely speechless. I bet he needs a therapist after this. “She’s a genius.” I said and Nico turned to me in disbelief. “Jesus, don’t make me die early..”

~[STILL AT THE JONZZ EMPIRE, IN ERIC'S PRIVATE HOTEL CHAMBERS]~ They are so not fucking done yet. “ Ahha.... Ahhhh..... Mnhh..... Aaaaahhh.....“ Jenna is.... She is in the heavens. She is in supreme paradise. A paradise of immeasurable pleasure. She can't take it anymore. She feels so hot and aroused in ways she has never ever felt. This can go on and on and on and on for ages and she might not be able to get enough of it.

Janessya comments. She is the only one of the women who didn’t have a doctor's appointment today. I felt bad not going with Sapphire to hers, but she told me it was nothing more than a check-up and that she would be fine. Dad had found out about the appointment, and he had one of his guys drive since she still shouldn’t be driving alone. As predicted, she argued about that, but I won the argument in the end when I told her that Dad was the one who had the guy come and pick her up. She still wasn’t happy, but she dropped it and climbed into the car. Janessya kisses Riley and then heads off to her job. She is majoring in music, but she is a fantastic dancer. She teaches at a local dance

Because for the first time in months, a possibility had emerged that frightened her more than Ethan Blake. The possibility that she was slowly becoming the very thing Henri had spent years trying to protect her from. And for the first time, she wasn't entirely sure whether she wanted that possibility to be false. Outside, the city slept. Inside her apartment, Jessica lay awake staring into the darkness. The notebook remained locked inside her bag. Closed. Untouched. Yet somehow it felt closer than ever. Waiting. Patient. Like a door she knew she shouldn't open again. And already planning to.

“The odds of my getting out of here and meeting with them alone are next to zero.” “Can you contact this Benjamin fellow and explain the situation?” Jasper asked. “Since your safety is hinged on mine, I imagine he’ll want to do something.” Lila raised a brow at his words. How did he know that Benjamin wanted her for more than just a member of the coven? Was he psychic as well? Before she could ask, Jasper’d smiled and said, “I’m a little psychic. It comes and goes, and I can’t control what I see so it’s worthless.”

She managed to shoo them away and then continued. “It wasn’t just any ordinary book. It was a ledger. With all women’s names neatly written and crossed out with a bright red ink. At first I thought it was a long list of exes, but then I saw my name. Unlike the others it wasn’t crossed out.” I didn’t chime in, just waited patiently as she talked. “Adrian is a sick man jenna.” It came out more of a warning. “That book had all he thought about women. Angry, terrifying rants. Especially about successful ones. Women in class be called them. Women who dared to be ambitious.”

My name is Jennaya Williams, but my friends call me Jenna. I am seventeen years old, and tonight, I was waiting for the one email that could change the direction of my entire life. A few months ago, I applied for a scholarship to New York Montessori High School, one of the most prestigious schools in the city. The admission results were scheduled to be released at exactly 11:00 p.m., and I had been counting down the hours since breakfast.

Mysteries. Instead, the first page contains a lengthy complaint about blisters. I blink. Then read it again. A reluctant smile tugs at the corner of my mouth. The next page isn't much different. Apparently, Jenna hated carrying supplies. The one after that contains an entire paragraph insulting the weather. The one after that complains about sleeping on rocks. By the fourth entry, I find myself snorting quietly. The sound feels strange in the silence. Almost foreign. Still, I keep reading. The further I go, the more real Jenna becomes.