Jenny Han Novels & Stories

It feels like I'm in a witch trial right now. Let's do an attendance check. First row, leftmost seat, there's Dad who is holding a whiskey glass and savoring it. My Kuya Leo that looks grumpy as always, Mr. Inoue who is one of the board of directors, lastly, we have the trashiest among all rubbish, Hana. You might be wondering who is this Hanna a.k.a Hanna the Thot. Lemme answer that for you. Hana is a new employee who entered the company 3 months ago.

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 company was working on an ad with a very popular actress, with Carol and Lisa supervised on their side, if it could be called supervising. She had to deal with the refreshments for the staff, report any problems, and help out in any way that she could. Yoo-Jin, with the English name, Jane Harper, was a half-Korean and half-British popular actress and model. She was well known for her astounding looks and great acting skills. And having her advertise the company's newest laptop model was a big hit.

Luna grunted coldly and walked over to take the woman’s arm. She looked at Nicole with raised eyebrows and said in a smug tone, “Nicole, does she still need to be introduced? She’s the daughter of HS Corporation’s Chairman, the big movie star who won many film awards, Jenny Lynch!” ‘Oh, I remember now. She’s that big-name celebrity who completely relies on reality shows and her persona to squeeze into the ranks of first-tier actresses, whose sh*tty acting skills are criticized... That Jenny Lynch?’ However, Nicole was focused on her other identity. ‘Daughter of HS Corporation’s Chairman?’

She felt relieved when she closed the doors and went back to her seat. Like any other assassin, she had done her research. She was iconic in the fashion industry and had her own fashion line and was an investor in many popular cloth and shoe brands. She was rich, famous and was head over heels for Levi Wushi. However, even though she had everything she could ever want, she couldn't get any love or affection from Mr. Wushi.

“Hey, Shannon,” Jenny said cheerfully. “Glad I spotted you—your gloves were left behind yesterday.” She placed something on the table. “Thanks! I’ve been looking for them,” Shannon squealed. “No problem. Bye!” Jenny said. “Bye, Jay,” she added, and walked out the door. “Damn it,” I muttered and ran after her. I caught up to her in front of a small, sleek red car that looked brand new. She was just about to get in. Her hair was different now—golden blonde, falling in soft curls around her face. She held her keys and a small drink in one hand.

“Of course, go ahead. But I’ll see you at Brian’s tonight, right?” “Wouldn’t miss it,” she said, gave me a quick kiss, and hopped out of the car. At lunch, Jenny just gave me a quick wave and sat with Shannon by default—though Shannon wasn’t alone anymore. A few girls were already there, not her old friends, but some fuller-figured girls I didn’t recognize. Jenny clearly stood out in the group, though to be fair, she stood out pretty much anywhere. She looked stunning today too, wearing pants and a blouse with a vest. It was the same blouse I once started unbuttoning…

Offering a military salute by crossing their hands over their chest they stood facing her. Jelena Savage was not as old as one would expect from the leader of an entire race. She was only 17, even younger than Axel by a whole two years! Her hair was braided just above both her ears, her eyes watched coldly like a hawk and inside them, one could sense ruthlessness emanating from her whole being. Her voice was a bat match for her personality, she sounded nothing like who she was. This was a strong woman, who ruled with fear and an iron fist.

I carefully watched her standing in front of me in a velvet-like clothing, underneath a long black coat with silver wreath trimming. Her eyebrows immediately shoot up upon seeing my anxious face, "You're finally awake. Are you feeling better?" she asked. I nod, swallowing hard, obviously still shaken up after what happened, the images of which are still fresh in my mind, "I think so." "Well, before I explain things to you, I'm Rosina Elleanor Stowne, you can call me Ms. Rose, and I'm the Headmistress of Rozbite Lustro Academy." The name surprisingly didn't elevate the anxiety in my head. "You were badly injured when we saw you that's why we brought you here to be treated."

Although she looked and could act the part, innocence was not one of Jenny's dominating characteristics. She was five-foot-nothing-just about Darlene's height- but she was petite with small tits, narrow hips, and a small, although nicely-curved, ass that seemed made for grabbing and holding onto. Her nipples were barely the size of nickels but stiffened into wonderful little shirt-tenting nubs at the slightest provocation. She had a cute face and wore her fine black hair in an adorable pixie-cut. If one was casting a p**n movie, Jenny would be the barely-legal teen although she had just recently turned twenty-one. She was also a gymnast and remarkably flexible!