Jenna Summers Novels & Stories

Jenna was transported back a few years to when her father was alive, when the family held banquets from time to time, and it was the same picture of a prosperous world. In those four years, she had fallen from heaven, suffered all the hardships of the world, and felt the coldness and warmth of the world, she thought she would never go back to the old days... But now this man beside her brought her the highest glory! "Am I right, isn't the woman next to President Adams Jenna?" In the crowd, Kenzie rubbed her eyes and asked Vivan in a low voice, "Am I blind?" "I doubt I'm blinking either." Vivan padded forward for a closer look and was sure that the person walking in on Berrick's arm was Jenna

a husky voice from the back said. Bryan stiffened. This was unexpected and he hated surprises. Could this be a trap? Yaeger straightened. “Present yourself.” The crowd parted, revealing a young meek-looking girl. The crowd buzzed with anticipation as she ascended the stage with small measured steps. Roy gasped. “Jenna?” Yaeger's eyes burned with fury. “Who are you?” “Jennifer from the Garcia pack, granddaughter to the pack leader.” Roy felt a shockwave of disbelief. Jenna was a princess?

"You're going back this afternoon?" "Yes, Father," Jenna nodded. "We really want to." "Mmm-hmm." Sienna added. "I certainly think you should visit your father as much as possible. And you haven't told anyone about this?" "No, no-one." Jenna said seriously. "And you haven't, Sienna?" "Nnnn-nnn." She denied. "You're a very good girl." Lucas told her. She really was, especially since the beautiful blonde eighteen year old was completely naked, kneeling between his bare legs and sucking his cock. She had gotten very good at it, pumping him into her throat energetically.

I turned my gaze to the entrance and saw an older man in a tailored suit and a woman so decked in jewelry it was a wonder she could move her neck enter the hall. “That’s Alpha David Summers and his mate, Luna Helena,” Jayden murmured. “The rulers of the Silvermoon Pack. Jessica’s parents.” “Oh…” I murmured. My lips curved slightly. Of course they’d be here. The crowd quickly surrounded them, showering them with greetings and flattery. Helena Summers was practically glowing with arrogance as she smiled and waved, basking in attention. “Oh, our family is very close to the Sinclairs,” she said loudly, clearly for the cameras. “My daughter and Alpha Damon share a special bond.”

"Ryan?" I choked out his name, my balance entirely gone as I swayed on my feet. Jenna stepped in front of me with a mocking laugh, pulling out her phone and searching up a clip to show the entire room. "Wow, I was wondering why this performance looked so convincing," she sneered. "Turns out our drama queen starred in an indie medical short film last year, playing a patient with a severe allergic reaction. Talk about a masterclass in acting, sweetie."

The games are normally about teamwork and athleticism but I have a feeling this year is much more than just that. I turn to check on the others and what they make of this short and unsettling speech. Sergei and Irina are busy talking it through using their mind-link, Anatoli just got up to get some food. Jenna just sits there, on her face a look of shock and disbelieve. “What’s wrong babe?” I turn to her and stretch out to hold her hand. “She’s my Mate.” She murmurs. “She, she’s too perfect. Her scent is a mix of mango, strawberries and mint, her voice is smooth like silk and have you seen how she looks. She is like a goddess, how on earth is she going to even like me!” Jenna whimpers and I

At the company, the person who also saw the trending search was none other than Jenna’s assistant. “Jenna is really amazing. She managed to cause such a great hype and gain more than one hundred thousand fans just by making an appearance on a television program. As expected of Jenna.” But didn’t Jenna hate to clean up the most? Moreover, her figure had improved greatly and she looked much more curvaceous now, as if she was a model who had been exercising regularly. Most importantly, why was the birthmark on her waist missing? Why did she feel as though something was very wrong?

She stood in her shimmering midnight-blue gown, her posture straight, her gaze locked directly into the camera with an intense, unshakeable gravity. "Good evening," Jenna began, her voice calm, resonant, and entirely devoid of fear. "For the past ten minutes, you have listened to the desperate fabrications of a fugitive. Alice Florence is a woman facing multiple international indictments for fraud, attempted murder, and corporate espionage. And tonight, she has chosen to desecrate the memory of a tragedy that changed my life forever." Jenna took a step closer to the camera, her eyes shining with unshed tears, yet her voice remained completely steady.

demanded the lady. "yes miss Jane. both our seatbelts are tightened except yours." responded jade. "Alright. mine is as well. shall we?" "back home?" inquired peter jokingly. "you wish." responded jane. In a few seconds, Jane's had set to start the engine. underground. (Hell). Down the alleys of the different walls that held the steaming flames of fire laid a young woman on a rock unconscious. Dressed in a torn short black dress. brown short head in her late twenties.

"Lainee is back at the pack. I needed her there to watch over them all." "Blaine wanted to come but she has to fill in for me," Allen added. Disappointment washed over me and I instantly felt stupid for thinking they would've came. Lainee's the Luna so she has to stay behind and Blaine is the Beta sister. I should've known.