Jenny Han Books Novels & Stories

"Do you still have that old winter coat?" "Which coat?" "The one with all the stuffing removed" "Oh yea I've been meaning to throw that away." "Well, good thing you didn't. I have an idea." "Oh, tell me tell me tell me. What am I gonna wear?" "Everything." Jenny said as she walked out the door. Anna was a bit confused but Jenny was more knowledgeable in these things so she trusted her. She was a bit of a bookworm while Jenny was the social butterfly. While she buried her face in books, Jenny buried her face in men's crotches. They were so different everyone wondered how they were friends.

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.

And with that, she went away and off, her heels echoing on the sidewalk—leaving Saben standing alone on the sidewalk with a chilled coffee, and a question in his head which even he, for all reason, could not quite dispel. He grumbled to himself, "Maybe I should read that poetry." Then, quietly, he entered the bookstore. Jenny shoved her apartment door shut behind her with her shoulder, today's meeting folder still gripped tightly in one hand as if it had personally insulted her. She dumped it onto the coffee table with a thud and shed her blazer as if it seeped with haughtiness. "Of all the men," she grumbled, striding into the kitchen, opening the door to retrieve a bottle of water. "I just

But the whole thing with me and Jenny still didn’t add up. I sighed. “I’ll try.” I winked and got back to work. Gavin smirked. “Damn, you’re definitely not nineteen and fragile anymore.” I giggled. “Bye, G. Good luck with Leighton.” He waved as he walked out of the library, leaving me alone with my thoughts. What was so bad that had stopped Mr. Han and Jenny from getting married? What did it have to do with me? Why was it causing so much tension between him and his father?

Jenni I’m in bed with my head laying on Teddy’s chest as he caresses his fingers up and down my arm. I can't stop smiling as I look up at his face, he's my mate, my FATED mate. I was scared he only thought of me as his sister's friend, but he loves me. ME, the little girl who used to follow him around all the time, just to be closer to him. The teenage girl who used to write Jen loves Teddy in all her journals. The girl who knew he would never look twice at. The girl who knew he would never love her like that. But he does, he really does. My heart won't stop its erratic beating.

Hanin asked while looking at the amazement of the books arranged neatly on the bookshelf. Jeno sat on the chair of the study table, he then nodded while opening the book lying on the table. "Yes, all the books are mine." replied Jeno. "Amazing!" Hanin was amazed. Didn't expect Jeno to be that good in the book. Jeno even has a book as many as 2 full shelves when he is not even 7 years old. "Are all these books your parents bought?" Hanin asks again, he still wonders why Jeno can have so many books. Doesn't that guy get dizzy reading this many books.

Sasha’s eyes blinked rapidly, “Well, yes,” I laughed, shaking my head. “I can imagine,” “No, don’t!” “I am now,” Sasha cracked, “Don’t imagine two at once, Cass. That’s just too intense.” “But you like it intense, remember?” I teased her, watching her cheeks grow pink. “Stop it already,” she widened her eyes playfully. “By the way, I like your necklace,” My hand immediately touched the necklace Jake had given me. “Oh, thanks. Jake surprised me with it. It has his initials and my name on it.”

“It’s more complicated than my stories.” The older woman stared at her for so long that she squirmed. “More complicated than your books? That’s something, since all your stories are twisty,” Leah said. A smile landed on Hana’s lips. Asides from her kid sister, Leah was the only one she allowed to read the words she bled into paper. She wasn’t ready to share her books with the world. Well, she was, but she couldn’t afford an editor or cover designer. “Give me a call when you get home, alright?” “I will, I promise.” They hugged over the counter, and Hana slowly let go of the woman. On some days, she felt closer to Leah than she did with her mother. “Bye-bye, Leah. Send my greetings to Gerard.”

Powen. Jackson and Henry arrived early, both seemingly waiting for Hana. Although they tried to question him, Sir. Powen insisted on not telling them where Hana was. They decided to talk to Hana clearly today. As soon as the bell rang, Hana entered the classroom just seconds ahead of Sir. Powen. In Sir. Powen's hand was a thick book filled with the patterns of the hammer of justice. Hana wanted to choose another seat, but there was no vacancy, so she sat between Henry and Jackson. The air between the three of them seemed to thicken, embarrassed and full of confusion.