Jenny Han Novels & Stories

Damien snorted. "Wow boss! I thought you love ladies!" Said Kimberly. "Yeah, I love ladies but not the skinny ones. Like this one coming. Her neck bones are too visible." Kimberly laughed and immediately kept quiet when the lady got to them. The lady breathed out nervously like she's about to be judged in a competition. "Hi!" She finally spoke. "Yes, what do you want?" Damien snapped. "Uhmm....I'm Jenny and you?" "Go straight to the point! What are you here for and why did you stop us?" He fixed a glare at him.

It was the middle of the night, and Jenny was wide awake after her talk with Christopher. She examined her teachers' information on the computer screen and found Christopher was right; they were all experts in their respective fields. The martial arts, computer, art, and medical teachers were all renowned professionals in her country. Even her seemingly ordinary design mentor, Jade, was once a partner of a well-known domestic designer brand. Jenny realized that she might not be an ordinary person, and she became curious about her background. However, she didn't know who to ask as her grandfather had passed away.

When Don saw Phelan, his eyes burned with hate. He bellowed—a sound that was somewhere between a yell, a moo, and a really loud belch. “Hey, Phelan,” She then shouted back. “Didn't I kill you already?” He pounded his fist into the dress she wore, and it crumpled like aluminum foil. A few dracaenae threw flaming javelins at her. She knocked them aside. A hellhound lunged, and she sidestepped. She could have stabbed it, but She hesitated. “This is not Mrs. O'Leary”, Don said to himself. This is an untamed wolf. It will kill me and all my friends.

I lowered my gaze to the ground, not knowing what to say as I saw her crossing her arms over her chest, clearly just as nervous. Nathan lowered his hand to my lower back, wanting to push me forward; however, I was frozen in my spot. The woman who had nothing and who has made me live with literally almost nothing, fighting to earn the money I needed to get her medication, fighting to get enough for food, or for girl essentials, that woman stood in front of me, wearing a designer dress. Her hair was left in natural curls over her shoulders as she wore sandals. The dress despite not being fancy was a designer one, and the purse that she had on the couch was obviously not bought off a thrift sho

I am the eldest son of an Alpha and a breeder, a strong one, so my father pushed me harder to use a breeder, but I had hoped for my mate. The batch from North America didn't interest me nor did the batch from the South. The current batch is from Central America and so far held no interest for me either until she came out. Many of us higher ups sat up when she came out in her pale blue dress. She stood up on the podium and above her on the flat screen, came her statistics. ALPHA ONLY PRIME BREEDER NAME: KATE MARIE PAYNE AGE: 16 HAIR: BLONDE EYES: SILVER GREY

the person called out. Turning around, they saw an unfamiliar woman dressed in a white, tailored suit jacket and office pants approaching their table. Isla raised a brow at Gareth, wondering if he knew her, but he didn’t. “I’m Hana Pillai, co-founder of Pillai Institution,” she said, seeming to understand that they might not recognize her since she wasn’t much of a public figure. “I know Pillai Institution,” Isla replied, extending her hand to shake hers briefly. “I’m a huge fan of both of you, and I just had to come say hi. Also, congratulations on the wedding renewal. Your love makes me keep believing,” Hana said gleefully, while Isla only forced a smile.

“She was Marius’s prisoner, and now she’s with me. I wanted to speak with James, but as he’s not here, we’ll be taking our leave.” He grabs my hand. “No,” says Robert, softly. Ethan stills, and a thick tension spreads across the room, mingling with the heady scent of woodsmoke. He releases me. “No?” he says, his voice equally quiet. Robert nods at me. “Who is she?” I raise my chin. My eyes flit momentarily to the narrow window and the mountains beyond—the freedom that I desire. “I’m—” “Her name is Rory,” says Ethan. “A kitchen maid. Not that it’s any of your concern.”

I approached the guarded gate with no resemblance to that shy girl who'd been cast out. The two Beta guards, towering wolves both with Damon's cold eyes, immediately sighted me. "Well, well, well. Look what the wind blew back," sneered one. "The rejected Omega. See her still hanging around. Are you alive, little Annie?" "I need to see Alpha Damon," I said, trying to show confidence, although I was nothing but a shy, weak woman. The second guard laughed and clapped me on the shoulder with a heavy hand. "You really think the Alpha has time for something as hopeless as you? He's with Luna Cassandra, planning the expansion of the pack! Get lost before we have to drag you away!"

But I don't enjoy conversing with large groups of people, which is why I avoid crowded locations like Casino. I'm standing in front of the mirror, scrutinizing my appearance. I'm wearing a Roland Mouret sheer-panel fine knit dress and smiling at how it fits me so well. I put my hair up in a ponytail and put some little make-up on. I'd rather not be the focus of attention in that place, but who am I kidding? I'm Jane Terranova, CEO of JT Telecom and a Chanel model. However, I continued to feel that only a few people would know me since I had only been seen in person a few times.