Jenny Cam Novels & Stories

LEXIE’S POV “I can’t believe you want to move back in with him,” Jenny said, her voice laced with disbelief. “Just like that?” I stood by the bed in silence as I folded Cameron’s tiny clothes into neat piles while Jenny sat on the armchair and bounced him gently on her lap. I could feel Jenny’s eyes on me the entire time, but I kept my head down to avoid her stare. “You’re seriously not ignoring me right now, are you?” I paused; my hands froze over one of Cam’s little shirts. I didn’t know how to explain it to her.

The more I laughed, the more she got annoyed. Jenny is an 18 year old woman, just like me, she has black hair that goes down to her waist, usually tied in a long braid, her breasts are big, her skin has a darker tone and her eyes are light brown, her lips are full, her height is 1.67m and at this moment she is wearing a uniform with the symbol of stage 6.

The latter stood up and hugged Camilla as soon as she came downstairs. "Hello Camilla,"Jenny said, smiling. Eduardo had told her to keep his sister's company. Looks like that is going to be her responsibility henceforth until she's able to know the ins and out of that city. "Good to see you again Jenny" Camilla replied, smiling. But her puffy face sold her off that she's been sobbing. Her eyes were red as well. Steve Anderson saw Camilla's face and glanced at his wife. He wanted her to explain why she came out teary and Camilla stepped out with puffy red eyes.

Jenny reached out and stopped a cab to get in, and instead of going straight back to the villa, she went to the business center. At the mall, she spends like crazy with the black card Alex gave her so she can hide the real purpose of her day out, while enjoying the vanity and satisfaction that the uncapped black card brings her. Amelia, wait, soon you will be out of my way. I am the only lady in the Hall family who has the qualifications! When Jenny learns how much Alex trusts her, she becomes more reckless every time she meets with Benson. Her time away from home became more frequent, and for a moment she forgot to go after Amelia.

Cammie gives them a nod of approval even though she is nervous about whether or not the medics are going to give her the all clear to stay behind. One of the medics introduces herself as Jenifer and says that her fellow paramedic is going to check her blood pressure and heart rate while she asks some questions so she can fill in her medical form. Cammie wonders how much she should tell them about where she comes from and who she is? Surely the less they know about her the better. She decides to lie and tells them she’s Robins cousin and that she lives here at the cabin. Jenifer the medic raises her eyebrow in uncertainty and says, “so, your a McRay?”

I grinned. “Andrew, Adam,” the moms called as they came downstairs with Cathy. “Get the cameras ready. She’s done.” Amber appeared at the top of the stairs. “Okay, bro, I want your honest opinion,” she said as she descended. And then—Jenny appeared. She was breathtaking. Her hair was styled just like in the photo shoot—the one where I realized I was falling for her. Her makeup was more defined than usual, but still elegant. She wore a delicate silver necklace and matching earrings.

He was already walking, eager for an update on Camille. When Jenny rounded the corner, Noah noticed that she looked much the same as she had before moving off to Portland with Camille for college. Jenny’s sandy blonde hair was straight and just touched her shoulders—a few inches shorter than when they were young. A single crease fell between her brows, a sign of her worry. Jenny had always been the cautious rule follower—a nice compliment to Camille’s impulsive free spirit. “Hey, how is she?” he asked abruptly. Jenny’s jaw was set as she shook her head. “Still unconscious. They’re monitoring everything, but we don’t know much.”

I winked at her, but she just smiled as I walked past. “You look beautiful,” I heard Amber say. “I try,” came the reply—and my heart skipped. I’d recognize that voice among a thousand. It was Jenny. I opened the door. Jenny stood with her back to me, wearing a white wedding dress. Princess-style, frilly—not her style at all. But even so, I was speechless. “You—you’re getting married?” I asked once I found my voice. “You’re early,” Amber said, glancing up. “Hi, Jay,” Jenny said softly. I could only see her hair, but something about her seemed different.

, He spoke with a warm smile. Trying to hide my reddened face, I nodded my head. “I am Zayden Staunton.” “I am Jennifer, everyone calls me Jenny. Nice to meet you”, I shoved my hand for him to shake but was shocked when instead he kissed it. MY. GOD. “Nice to meet you too, Sweetheart” “Jenny, are you all right?”, Mom asked in a worried tone. “I heard you called me.” “And you were scared.”, There came my possessive, Dad.

Jenny was about to knock when she got an urgent call. “You can go inside,” Jenny directed Amor and left him alone in front of that closed door. He looked at Jenny sprinting towards her door, and hesitantly, he knocked twice. His patience ran out, letting him turn the doorknob, and his eyes squinted at the beautiful frame lying on the bed on her belly, covering her head with big headphones. Unintentionally, his eyes scanned her beautiful frame, hardly covered by any of the cold, relevant clothes. She was lying in her cami-tank top, and a cute floral PJ hardly covered her plump ass.