Jenna's Book List Novels & Stories

The fresh air flew in and she felt more comfortable. There were several rows of black wooden shelves, and there were indeed a collection of good books. There were some books that Jenna wanted to read, and unexpectedly she found them there. Some of the books were limited edition and were hard to find. Some were unique and were of extraordinary significance. There were only books in the study, and she could not find anything suspicious. She could not help but be a little disappointed. However, she was delighted to see so many good books. Jenna was browsing through the bookshelves, and an entire morning had passed before she knew it.

Lilly watches Anna take Jenna inside; then, she flops down on the step with a huff. ‘I hate that woman. Why won’t anyone listen to me that she’s mean to that baby? One of these days, I’m going to kill Anna, then I’ll run away with Jenna.’ The scene fades before my eyes, and I turn to Bane. “Bane, who’s Jenna? Lilly never mentioned her to me.” Bane sighs. ‘Jenna was an abandoned baby found on the steps of Dalgaard Mansion almost seventeen years ago.’ Goddess, why would anyone abandon their baby?

Harrison Enterprises had fought on multiple fronts, but there were those on the other side that didn't know this fight had already begun. *** JENNA'S POV A picture in her bookcase on a shelf was gazing as though it were from another world. This was Jenna's best friend Maddison, grinning like she hadn't done in a while...wow, how long? Her best friend Jenna had wondered at that instant. At that time, Maddison was frozen in time in a silver frame, worrying about passing her engineering courses, not warfare. Later that evening, Jenna had curled up on her flower-print sofa. The soft glow coming from her tablet gave out a blue light on her face. A nearly empty cup of tea rested cooling on her woo

She licked her lips as she read the part about the prince; he was tall, dark, handsome, and of course, charming. There was a knock on her door, and Mark peaked his head in. “Don’t forget, Jenna. Tomorrow, you told the twins you would take them to the history museum.” Jenna nodded, it was summer vacation, and The Morgs viewed her as a babysitter. Since she liked the Twins, she didn’t mind as much. Most of her friends were on vacation with their families anyway. “Goodnight,” Mark said. “Night,” Replied Jenna. She continued reading into the night and fell asleep with the book on her chest.

She panted softly as she yelled out the word and made a sharp look at Helen. "Let's do this then" Jenna gave the Ball back to Helen, went to her room and came back moments later with some candles and an old book. Helen dropped the Ball right beside her feet, placed the candles in a circular form and lit them. "Get in the circle. It's time to feel some powers" Jenna got in the circle, Helen grabbed the book and got in the circle also. She opened the book to page 179 which talks about a spell called Necromancy and they both sat down.

“She’s scrambling. Every step she takes is defensive. That’s the first stage of collapse.” Alice sipped her drink, satisfaction curling her lips. “And when she falls, Rex will see she was never strong enough to stand beside him.” Veronica smirked. “Careful, Alice. I’m here because I want Chris. This isn’t about your obsession.” Alice chuckled, unbothered. “We want different trophies. That’s fine. As long as Jenna burns.” Their glasses touched, sealing the next wave of sabotage. Jenna Two nights later, Jenna sat in her office long after the staff had gone. Papers lay scattered across her desk, evidence of her tireless attempts to counter every false claim. The city glowed beyond the glass, in

******************** Next morning… Jenna Brooks’s POV “I don’t think I can go to school in these, “I said to Jeanette, as I ran my hands down my skirt and smoothened out its pleats. I was wearing a white top with spaghetti straps and a black pleated skirt that came to my mid-thigh. My feet were in dark beige high-top shoes that were designed more for style than comfort My makeup was perfect, but it didn’t look too obvious. Just enough to render my skin flawless, my azure eyes impossibly wide and my lips full and vulnerable. My glossy curly hair was down and tumbled over my shoulders like a waterfall. “Jenna, you look good. Don’t sweat it. We gotta go.” She grabbed my hand and both our bag pa

At least what Clara called home. "Ooh, maybe I'm back as Jenna and I'm out of town with Damon", I whispered into the air, the thought of it being possibly true leaving a wide smile on my lips. "But why would Damon leave me a pain relief pill and also type a letter instead of writing. I looked around for anything that looked like mine. Phone...bags... luggages. But there was none. Just an empty big room dominated by a massive bookcase filled with leather-bound volumes. The aesthetics were a perfect, unnerving blend of masculine and feminine, giving away no secrets about its owner.

"I wasn't. Billionaire or not, after what Sam did to me, I swear I'd rather die a nun than trust any other man. No offense, Jason." "None taken, Belle," Jason chuckled. "It's just… I don't care anymore. Men are my least favorite people in the world right now. I loathe them." Jenna laughed. "Right. And yet your eyes were stuck to that hot billionaire like glue." "They weren't." "They were." Before I could argue again, Jenna grabbed a napkin, scribbled something fast, and waved at a waiter. "What are you doing?" I reached for her hand. "Getting your groove back," she winked with a mischievous smile.

“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.