Jenny Heart Novels & Stories

, 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.

The miserable realization started making me anxious and I started fretting. “Jena?” My heart skipped a beat so violently when I heard Jenny’s voice, “Daddy?” I shot my head toward her. She had woken up from her nap. She came out of her room with her stuffed pink bunny in her embrace with one hand while she rubbed her eye with the other. “Jenny…” And when Dad called her name, I felt a feeling so horrifying, it made my stomach churn. “Jenny, come here,” I slowly turned my head to look back at him, my heart started pounding so loud, it felt like it would come out of my chest.

She didn't check the market summaries. She stood with her back against the wooden door, her chest rising and falling in shallow, ragged intervals. Her oversized sunglasses were pushed up into her dark waves, leaving her emerald eyes unshielded, dark, and burning with a frantic, uncalculated heat. Avery stood three feet away, having tossed her linen shirt onto the edge of the mattress. She was breathing just as heavily, her heart hammering a violent rhythm against her ribs. The taste of fig jam and the ghostly pressure of Vivian’s thumb on her lower lip still vibrated through her nervous system.

“Sir Arlo…” “Jenny, get out! If I need you I'll call you, stop being a bother and instead go and do something useful! God!” Arlo yelled at his personal assistant, Jennifer Valgara who was mostly known as Jenny. Jenny was about twenty-five just three years younger than Arlo, she was a fresh graduate from UC Berkeley, one of the smartest in her set but really dumb in the way she believes that one day her unrequited love for Arlo Ian Markis the (infamous billionaire playboy) will be reciprocated. Jenny is convinced that she is the one meant for Arlo, although he has a girl, she is filled with an instinctive knowing that she would be the mother of his children, the matriarch of the next generati

The sight reminded me of my past and crushed my heart. When I was five years old, I was too poor to even buy a loaf of bread. We had to snatch half of one from a dog's bowl, laughing as we shared it. I took a deep breath, rushed over, and scooped the girl up from the ground. At the director's office, I quickly completed the adoption paperwork and brought her home. I gave her a new name—Amelia Melton. I hoped God would bless both Ethan and her.

Within twenty minutes, Jennifer has the video uploaded to every major platform with a statement we wrote together: James Morrison illegally obtained medical records and therapy recordings to blackmail us. This is the video he threatened to release unless we admitted to crimes we didn't commit. We're releasing it first because secrets only have power when we hide them. Yes, I can't have biological children. Yes, I was afraid to tell my husband the full truth. Yes, I'm human and flawed and still healing from past trauma. But none of that makes me a criminal. It makes me someone who survived. –Seraphina Kingsley The internet explodes.

"There is nothing wrong with being gay. I just want to be free. Just like my brother, Simon. I don't want to hide in the closet anymore. It's suffocating." "But your dad won't understand you! You know that, Sunny. Please, listen to me." I smiled, "I'll wait until he accepts us as his sons." I helped mom with the dinner. When everything is settled down, I went to my room and sat on my bed. I took scissors and plain white paper inside my bag. I just cut a heart shape out of that paper, folded it in half, and put it inside my pocket. When I think I gathered the right amount of courage and braveness to my system, I went out of my room and strode towards the dining table where mom and dad were lo

No big declarations or dramatic confessions. Just the soothing sounds of the house and the gentle rhythm of two hearts learning to be soft again. ---

“I miss the old you… The kind, loving yet fiery rebel. The girl who didn’t hide behind diamonds and sarcasm but took care and kept her loved one’s above herself and cherished them.” Davina’s voice dropped, raw and low. “That girl died screaming and asking for help from those same loved ones, Jenny. And no one listened….. NO ONE” Jenny flinched. “I’m not a rebel without a cause. I was the cause. And they buried it alive.” Jenny wanted to ask more. But she knew better. Davina would only speak when she wanted to. So she stayed quiet. They rode to the airport in silence, both watching the city pass by through opposite windows. The car felt colder than the London wind outside.

Anna started clapping her hands, and Ryan looked at her with a piece of interest—both father and son watching her sing for the first time. "Say, go through the darkest of days. Heaven's a heartbreak away!" Jenny started kicking her hand in the air while making a dance movement—she was looking damn beautiful, and Austin couldn't take his eyes off her. The servants around the hallway looked at Jenny while enjoying the song. "Never let you go; never let me down!" While saying the line, Jenny grabbed his hand while collapsing herself close to him, making eye contact with him. "Oh, it's been a hell of a ride.