Jennifer English Audiobook Novels & Stories

The hum of the engines was a constant drone, steady noise, but it didn’t drown out the sound of her voice, sharp as a blade, as she berated a flight attendant. “This is lukewarm coffee,” she said, pushing the cup back at the young woman, whose face flushed with embarrassment. “What do you think I am? An economy passenger? Bring me another, and make it decent this time.” The attendant mumbled an apology, hurrying to the back of the plane, while Jennifer rolled her eyes, adjusting her pearl necklace with an exaggerated flourish. I watched her from my seat, anger simmering beneath the surface. Jennifer was insufferable, always had been, but now, with her haughty demeanor, she seemed determined

Sophie spats out, eyes the both of then then walked away. "Well.... this is awkward." Jenny says, twisting her fingers together. Aaron puts his hands in his pocket, Alexia shifts uncomfortably, coughing awkwardly. "Erm... Jenny, we have English class right, we should go there, now!." Alexia says, Jenny nods her head, "yeah, yeah sure, we should go. Nice meeting you Aaron." "I'm also offering English." Aaron mutters, under his breath. "What?." Alexia asks turning around, to stare at her brother.

He begins to read, speaking slowly and clumsily, stumbling over the words… "How now, spee..ritt.... Www..wither won-dur yoo… Jennifer stares at the page, then back at Jack, then back at the page. How now, spirit! Whither wander you? She reads on.... Over hill, over dale, Thorough bush, thorough brier, Over park, over pale, Thorough flood, thorough fire, I do wander everywhere.... Her eyes race through the words; words like fire and music and all the most beautiful things she has ever imagined and never had the chance to see....

“No. I need answers. I need to know if it was him.” Jennifer checked her watch. “He’ll be here in twenty minutes. I’m hiding in your bedroom with my phone recording everything. Code word is Bangkok. You say that and I’m coming out immediately.” “Okay.” She pulled me into a quick hug. “You’ve got this. Remember you’re Vivian Chen. You’ve survived worse than him.” I went to my bathroom, fixed my makeup, pulled my hair back. Put on the armor I wore to hostile negotiations. At 1:55 PM, Jennifer disappeared into my bedroom.

Ash swirled in the air like snow. Jennifer stood alone in the ruins, her grip firm on the hilt, the blade gleaming in victory. Her pulse pounded in her ears, but amid the quiet, she heard it: the whisper of the Goddess. The war has only begun. Jennifer closed her eyes, the weight of destiny pressing against her shoulders. When she opened them again, her resolve was steel. Let them come. She would be ready. The ground above the cavern shook before the ceiling split with a thunderous crack.

They have known each other before now and he knew that she never liked him since the day her father introduced her to him, but he felt different. Jennifer stormed into her office, the echo of her heels clicking against the marble floor mirroring the beat of her racing heart. She blushed a bit when she was alone but then she frowned. She wouldn't allow herself to be swayed, he was still her enemy. This was a battlefield, and she was determined to prove her worth, not just to her father, but to herself. Whatever a man could do in this company, she could do better. Jennifer's phone buzzed, snapping her out of her pensive mood. It was Anna, she answered immediately. "Hey girl, how was the flight

She hugged Amber and headed downstairs. “Never, ever let her quit,” I whispered to Amber. “I won’t,” she replied. Jenny was in the living room, reading a book in some language I didn’t recognize. “What are you doing, Babe?” I asked. “Reading,” she grinned, knowing I wouldn’t let it go. “Well, until someone interrupts me.” “In a foreign language?” I teased, though it was obvious. “For you, yes. For me, no,” she played along. “Is it a good book?” I joined in.

Mr Hall's voice echoed through the gap between his front teeth, which immediately reminded Jenna of Jim Carrey from dumb dumber. Instantly, thirty sets of eyes focused on Jenna, making her heart beat faster. She could feel her sweat, beading onto her forehead. She felt like she lost her voice before she even began to speak. She tried to practice her Canadian accent at home but failed epically which made her decide to settle for her British accent. "Hi, my name is Jenna Kennedy and I just moved here from England, I moved to Canada because it's a great place to live in." Jenna introduced herself, after taking a deep breath.

There had to be something else happening, so I stuffed the paper into my pocket and went to find the one person that could help me with it at the bookstore. “Look what the cat dragge don,” Jennifer drawled as she saw me. She looked beautiful today, her hair in a high bun and no make up on her face. Almost, unrecognizable from the evil bitch that made me commit murder. “Hey,” I said. “What do you want, Seraphina? To ask me for help then blow me off again?”

I took my coffee and I left the dining room and I went upstairs and I sat on the window seat in my room and I looked at the garden and I thought about ten years and I thought about real walls and I thought about the one step he had taken in the kitchen and stopped. The step he had taken. Before the stop. Jennifer arrived at two-fifteen. I heard the front door, Petra’s voice, the specific warm-efficient greeting of a woman receiving a guest, and then Jennifer’s voice, which was unmistakable, which had been unmistakable since we were fifteen, the specific carrying quality of it, the voice of a person who occupied rooms fully without trying. I came downstairs. She was in the entrance hall looki