Jenna Starr Greenhouse Novels & Stories

When all the kids are on the sidewalk he opens the driver door and helps Nala out. When she is on her feet he kisses her lips and tells her she is beautiful. They speak Finnish to each other and kiss again. I watch with jealousy. I’m never going to get that with Amilee. When I don’t open her door first she gets huffy. Once inside I am overwhelmed. The flowers in here are every color and they are in bunches on anything that will sit still. “She may be enjoying the greenhouse job a little too much,” Jason points out that every bunch as a “Silver Moon Greenhouse” sticker on it with the phone number of the design team.

I say flatly. She drops beside me with the grace of a dancer and wipes her palms on her jeans like this is routine. Jenna lands next, all muscle and precision, her hair swinging behind her like a warning. She surveys the yard like she’s done this before... She probably has. “What kind of grown woman has a moat of hedges and no doorbell?” Jenna mutters. “One with something to hide,” Dawn replies as she clicks off her flashlight app and slides her phone into her sports bra.

She pronounced it with invisible air quotes. Maya looked at me, and I could tell she wanted to make a cult joke, but the mood was too strange for it to land. Instead, she just shrugged, and said, “Lead the way, boss.” The greenhouse was set halfway down the bluff, a long hike over switchback paths that cut through groves of rosemary and succulents. From a distance, it looked like a crystal coffin, four walls of ribbed glass that caught the last bits of sun and threw them into rainbows. Tonight, though, the whole structure was pitch black. No lanterns in the walk, no ambient light inside. Even the small path lights that lined the stairs were off.

I’m sure they’ll figure something out. “She seriously needs a vacation where she gets herself something. Or a second chance mate. Do you hear me aunt Selene? Please help us get Jenna off our backs.” Even Flora has called home and said she doesn't know what to do. It’s like Jenna is trying to keep her, Astra and Jonas to herself. Flora found her second chance in Green Forest to the utter surprise for everyone. She is happy with him, but she is also struggling with the memory of my brother. She doesn't want him to think she just moved on. I keep telling her Gabe would never think that, and he would want her to be happy!

Xavia ignored Zivon’s emotions. She really could not understand what right he had to ask about her affairs? Wouldn’t it be good if the both of them could stay out of each other’s way without offending each other? “Xavia Lockhart,” Jenna’s voice sounded. Xavia looked back and saw the beautiful Jenna standing in front of the greenhouse. It seemed as if she had been waiting for her here on purpose, and Xavia suddenly felt nervous. She had just been talking to Zivon just now. Had jenna seen that?

Jenna started to be a little nonsense. The man irritably took out his passport and gave it to Jenna. Adam Lynch 30 years Vancouver, Canada She cleared her throat slightly, then took a picture of Adam's passport. After that, she returned it. "Okay Adam, I'll officially introduce myself. My name is Jenna Johnson. Just call me Jenna. From now on until checkout, you have to follow my rules, okay?" Jenna said with a sweet smile, she was already imagining that she would be paid 50 times from the rent bill of her room!

Sienna followed slowly behind them, rubbing her belly. When they reached the greenhouse, Layla just stopped. It was in full bloom now, lush, green, sun-dappled. Flowers burst in clusters of color; vegetables hung ripe and heavy on the vine. “It’s beautiful,” Layla said softly. “I know,” Sienna sighed, stepping inside. “It’s kind of ridiculous.” They picked vegetables, cherry tomatoes, leafy greens, tiny peppers Sienna said she’d chop for dinner. The kids helped, bickering about who picked more.

Stella breathed a sigh of relief when she saw it. “He will regret this, Rex Hidalgo, that stupid blind son of a b*tch!” Jenna's eyes drooped. He is now a stranger, so even if he regrets it, it has nothing to do with me anymore. Stella laughed indignantly, "Well done, Baby! You simply need to wave your hand, and your admirers will be lined up from your doorstep to the boundaries of New York City! That bastard can't even get in line.” Jenna had to return to Rex's house to retrieve some crucial papers she had forgotten she had left there. Jenna accepted Stella's offer to accompany her after giving it some thought.

“Let’s do this.” We move down the stairs, Luka and Regan at our backs, the farmhouse creaking under the weight of our steps. The ground floor is a wreck, broken glass, blood-streaked wood, dead wolves sprawled across the floor. Jenna’s guarding the basement door, her knife ready, keeping Savannah contained. I don’t trust Savannah, not after her texts to Glynn, but her son’s cries are real, and Talis’s determination to save him binds us tighter.

That corner reminded Gia of the cactus garden in Eze. Though it was autumn, every plant looked vibrant and well-maintained. The greenhouse had an automatic climate control system, ensuring the vegetation remained lush despite the changing seasons outside. After a ten-minute walk filled with beautiful sights, Gia finally saw the other guests. Thanks to Jasper, Gia already knew who they were. Raven had instructed Jasper to gather this information so Gia wouldn’t meet them unthinkingly. Gia had encountered them all before at Svvere’s party but was too nervous to remember their names or husbands’ positions.