Jenna Summers Novels & Stories

Mrs Kennedy demanded. "OMG, this is it!" Jenna exclaimed, finally finding the right outfit. Usually, Jenna was not really fussed about brands but today, she wanted to look her coolest so she wore her white Tommy Hilfiger top. Since Jenna thought it was too plain, she tied a tiny knot at the bottom then paired it with blue ripped jeans and white Nike trainers. Before, leaving her house, Jenna sprayed some sea salt spray to her natural brown beach waves to make it even wavier. Then to finish off the look she added her favourite vanilla-scented rosy plump lip gloss and Maybelline mascara then rushed downstairs.

She looked the girl up. It didn't take long. Jenna Williams didn't have much of a social media presence, which was strange in itself, a handful of old photos from what looked like a much smaller school back home, nothing recent, nothing that gave Freya much to work with beyond a face and a name. Scholarship student. New this semester. Not the kind of girl who typically registered on anyone's radar at a school like theirs.

And when he is there, I also rest from the abuse my mom subjects me to. Oops sorry folks, I never introduced myself. My name is Summer Reynolds. I am turning 16 in two weeks and I am left with one year to finish high school. Well, worry not about the age because am what you all could call a nerd. When it comes to academics, I am the Queen. So that's why I'm ahead of my age mates. I live with my mom, dad, and two siblings. Warrior Levi Reynolds is my dad. Mom is Tina, Carla is my little sister and Lenny is my little brother.

Rachel I sighed happily, stretching my arms, although I am tired as heck with all the work, and babysitting but at the end of the day, I'm happy and satisfied with myself. Nowadays, two things make me forget that help me forget Jayce, one of Brandon and Jane's babies, and two of my late nights at this restaurant.

TOP ON LEADERBOARD: NUMBER: SCORES: 1ST: FLORENCE MIL 09 - 9 2ND: AGATHA PEREZ 10 - 8 3RD: GAIL AMERSON 07 - 4 4TH: JENNIE LAZON 02 - 4 5TH: KRYLLE SU 04 - 3 6TH: JONNA KIM 01 - 1 7TH: SOLENE TIAR O3- 0 8TH: HELLERY JOES 05 - 0 9TH: BEATRICE SHUN 06 - 0 10TH: VENN TRICE 08 - 0

But something in Mae's expression made my stomach twist. "Where is she?" "Your office." I walked in to find a woman standing by the window. Late twenties. Long dark hair. Beautiful in a way that made men stupid. She turned when I entered, her green eyes assessing me with cold calculation. "So you are the famous Jenna Carter," she said. "The girl who broke Colt's heart. Then got him killed." Anger flared. "Who are you?" "Sienna Moretti. Colt's ex-girlfriend. The one he was with after you ran." She smiled, sharp and cruel. "The one he actually loved. Not just obsessed over like some teenage fantasy."

She looked up at him in shock as he got down on one knee. "I know we haven't known each other for long and I certainly don't deserve it, but I want nothing more than to spend the rest of eternity with you." June felt tears well up in her eyes as she rose a shaking hand to her mouth. "June Summerfield, will you marry me and be my queen?"

She said. I don't know if I should tell her my real name. "My name is Bethany."I managed to say. "Thats a nice name ,unlike mine its manly."She said . "Its a nice name ,I can call you Christy." "I never thought of shortening my name."She said smiling. "So Let's be friends."she added. "Sure."

So she shrugged lightly, “Fine then. How about we become friends Mr Santiago??” ********* “That’s the story,” Summer’s voice hoarse from all the crying, grabbed a handkerchief from her purse and blew her nose into it, “I don’t know why he wouldn’t just talk to me after it.” Gianna stared at the woman. The face of the woman, she was beautiful, despite the cosmetic proceedings done. Summer Henshaw was beautiful, with the face every global pop star would kill just to be near too—and she had just narrated a story of how Justin had been in an affair with her.

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once