Jenna's Book Pick Novels & Stories

It was far enough away from her old life that she could start anew, but close enough that she still felt connected to it. She was a librarian, and she had always been passionate about books. Jenna had always been curious about the world, and she felt like Shadowbrook was the perfect place to explore. She had heard rumors of strange things happening in the town, but she was sure that it was just the locals gossiping. Jenna had always felt different. Growing up, she had always been the odd one out, never quite fitting in. She had always known that there was something special about her, but she had never been able to put her finger on it.

“How do you know about Zain’s curse? You aren’t exactly close to him, and I highly doubt that Miss Shuzen would go around telling just anyone her nephew’s business. Also, burying your head in books doesn’t cut it Jenna. Anyone could bury their head in books.” Jenna nodded her head, gently waltzing around her room and admiring the strange elements in her décor — candles and dusty old books. “Good question, but the thing is I am not just anyone, and I don’t bury my head in just any random book.” More mystery and ambiguity.

I was way too excited. My hands were trembling. With my other hand, I hurried to undo my pants. I could feel that Ms. Johnston's body had already gone weak. Her raised hips began to sway more violently. Suddenly, the sound of a shelf toppling over came from outside. "What, you think you're the only one who can buy something? The shop's open for business, and I'm a customer too." "I said no, so no. Jenna is mine. All of you can get lost!"

So I kept it to myself, thinking that maybe he was waiting for her to turn eighteen too. Jason is proof that though we are one, we are completely different. For I would never do half of the shit he did. And now I am sick of it. Jenna has gone off somewhere with a man who is known to be dangerous. Who might have had a hand in the kidnapping of our kids, and all he does is pace? I expected him to be turning the world inside out, trying to find her. Alas, he chose to break down like a dramatic bitch. Maybe I have no idea what the fuck I’m doing. But I’m not going to sit down and do nothing. I’ll do everything I can to make the people doing this come to us. Since we don’t know them and we can’t

All of the stuff also looks like what would be needed if someone was going camping. “She went shopping with Nalena yesterday and they both came back with several bags.” Jax points out. “Every time they go shopping they come back with a multitude of shit,” I say. “This is true but Emerald went straight to her room and put everything away. Devon said that he didn’t even see the bags in the trash in their room.” Jax adds.

She never locked it, a habit I’d noticed a while ago. Jenna was lying on her stomach on the bed, reading a book with her glasses on. Her eyes snapped to the door, her forehead creasing into a deep frown the second she saw me. "You forgot to knock, or are you just mannerless?" She sat up, glaring at me. Then her eyes went wide, and she gasped as she scrambled off the bed. "What the fuck happened to you? You look totally fucked up." She should see the other guy. Then she’d know my injuries were nothing compared to his.

I want to understand the shape of the life she has built since I ended things, because people reveal themselves in the spaces they choose, and I have learned more about Jenna from a chalkboard breakfast menu than from anything she has ever told me directly. Vivienne's apartment is exactly what I expected and somehow still surprising. Tribeca, high floor, a view of the Hudson positioned to catch the morning light. Everything curated. Everything correct. The kind of space designed to be photographed rather than lived in, and standing in the doorway I find myself wondering if she has ever simply existed in this apartment without composing herself for it first. "Jaxon." She opens the door hersel

A water bottle, maybe. Then an old flashlight. A bundle of rusted keys. A tarnished pendant hanging from what might once have been a silver chain. Then a book. I freeze. A name is written across the cover. Jenna Maroney. I stare at it. My uneasiness grows. "Jenna Maroney," I murmur. Slowly, I open the book. It's a journal. The pages are yellowed with age. The first entry dates back more than twenty years. Something cold settles in my chest.

He regretted that he was too hot-tempered and acted without thinking. “I…” When Willow wanted to explain, Jenna burst into tears and ran out of the library. She didn't want to hear lies from Willow. Selina goes to the biggest mall in the city to shop. She didn't even look at the price but just looked at it and bought it. She knew that the things she purchased herself wouldn't use, but it had to be because of pretending to be like Jenna. Selina will meet up with Jenna's group of friends in an hour. She can easily pass through the difficult barrier of being Jenna's parents, this group of friends is nothing, but she will also be vigilant because she is careful.

Jenna replied and stood up "why do you have to get a bigger ass more than me....."Bluey groaned staring at Jenna back view "You look pathetic, ,,is that even a question "Jenna replied and Bluey rolled her eyes "here's the ten rules....read it" Jenna handed over the book to her "a whole book for just ten rules new book. Damn, you need to grow up" Bluey flipped the book opened Her brows knitted in ardent concentration. "Uh-huh.read it lazy ass and stop being a hard nut"she uttered