Jenny Green Ribbon Novels & Stories

At least I had gotten an A. "You'll hear something soon. Your stuff is good. You know I wouldn't be able to get dressed without you half the time," Jenny said. I laughed. Jenny loved the flamboyant colors and patterns so prevalent in the current trends. She would wear so many colors it would make my eyes hurt to look at her if I didn't tell her to at least tone it down a little. Maybe not wear the flannel with the neon blue and pink patterned shirt.

She replied sardonically, glancing around. "Are you joking? It is s time to cut the ribbon and she has not arrived yet?" I grounded out. "What is the problem?" Miss Joan Stone queried as she strutted in on our conversation. She had just arrived for the ceremony. "Nothing," Cassidy quickly covered up with a smile. Joan moved on and found a seat. Ivory wheeled in her mother at that moment. I smiled seeing that Miss Rebecca could make it. I walked up to them and kissed both her cheeks in greeting and gave Ivory a warm smile. She looked lovely in her short sunset orange gown, designed with green leaves at the hem. She wore green flats and her hair was tied in an exquisite way. It was simple yet

His training and skills were far beyond her own experience. She reached out and grabbed her staff from its corner spot in her room. She examined it quickly; its braided threads of different colors wrapped the top, with a small, vibrant red ribbon chain with a brilliant, blue feather, given to her by a Ribon. The Ribons were beautiful birds of vibrant reds, blues and greens. Their songs were of even tones and lovely tunes to the ears. Laylan had spent many days in the forest listening and watching the Ribons. She took her staff, and then turned out of her room.

Eli stuffed an entire honey cake into his mouth and said around it, “I heared it.” “Heard it,” my father corrected mildly, and that was the end of that. After the plates were cleared, it was time for the ribbon ceremony. The fiddle stopped and the whole square went quiet, faces gathered in the firelight, waiting. My heart was pounding, but with Dominic’s pulse slow and steady through the bond, I felt a little calmer. The ribbon was a deep Goldenveil blue, old and soft, the kind of thing that had clearly tied a hundred pairs of hands before ours. The pack elder wound it around our wrists in a pattern too quick to follow, knotted it once, and stepped back.

Life flowed smoothly in all directions. In the main house, everyone gathered in front of the living room TV, where the inauguration ceremony for the Green Lake project was being broadcast live. Mr. Matt had outdone himself-again. Three glasses of fresh juice lined the table, next to a large bowl of fruit and a pristine box of strawberries, everyone's favorite. Jenny tiptoed in from the front hall with a suspiciously bulky shopping bag behind her back. The faint crinkle of snack wrappers gave her away. She paused as she passed Mr. Matt, flashing a sheepish grin.

Jenni The room is dark, just the flicker of a few candles on the table next to a bowl of chocolate covered strawberries and chilled champagne. There are red rose petals strewn all over the floor and bed, and the curtains leading to the balcony flutter softly with the breeze. I walk to the bed, the bedspread is soft and feels just like down feathers. I’m nervous, so I’m trying to work through that. I hear Teddy before I feel his hands on my arms, pulling me towards his body. I feel his heat as I melt into him.

I only muster a small smile and enter the room, closing the door behind me. She is still watching me cautiously as I rest my back on the closed door, breathing heavily. Her long dark hair forms a veil around her face as she watches me from beneath her lashes. I read her nametag and nodded to myself. Jenny Green of Nightlight pack. The name is familiar to me, they are a small pack, one of the smallest in the country. Much smaller than ours. No wonder she is reserved. I offer her a smile, hoping she would see that I am harmless.

She laughed. “I’ll show you on my car later,” I said with a smile. She nodded. “Okay, we’re tied,” Paul counted. “Jay, if you get this, we win.” “What color is grenadine most similar to?” Jenny asked. I didn’t even know that was a real word. “Guys? Any ideas?” I turned to my teammates. “Reddish, I think,” Paul said. “My mom was talking about it the other day.” “You win, boys,” Jenny smiled. “You’ve earned your song. Nicely done, pretty boy.” She ruffled my hair.

Late autumn, one year later. It was the closing gala of London Design Week. Ryan stood in a quiet corner, clutching a martini that had long since lost its chill. The past year had not been kind to him. The dark circles beneath his eyes and the faint creases in his Savile Row suit gave away his exhaustion. A subtle stir rippled through the crowd as Claire entered, arm-in-arm with Ethan. She wore a minimalist, emerald-green velvet gown — a colour Ryan had always disliked, calling it too "sombre". Yet now, that deep green made her look like a proud pine standing tall in winter: cold, noble, and breathtakingly untouchable.

Her long brunette hair was tied up in a messy bun and sweat dropped from her face as she got up from the yoga mat and headed for a bottle of water not far away. The assistant smiled and brought a tablet closer for Jenna to see, "see, the gossip is lit and Cynthia might not be able to clear it. Even the PR is doing nothing about it." Jenna smiled at gave her assistant a hi-five, she had also been brought in by Jada and both had the same goal. "Well, it's just the beginning, too bad she hadn't enjoyed everything for long". Jenna said and took a sip from the water bottle then walked back to the mat.