Jenny Slate Novels & Stories

The driver’s door opened almost immediately and Jenny got out first. She moved like she always did, quickly, as if the world was slightly too slow for her and she was forever trying to compensate by arriving at the next thing before it was ready. Small, bright, layered in some oversized jacket with her hair only half tamed and her glasses sliding a little down her nose, she looked harmless enough on paper. Too expressive to seem calculated. Too young to seem threatening. It was exactly the sort of face humans trusted with more information than they meant to give.

Not the heavy boot of a mercenary, but the light, rhythmic step of someone who knew how to move in the dark. ​"Stay behind the press," Damian commanded, his hand reaching for the heavy iron handle of the proofing press a makeshift club if necessary. ​A figure emerged from the rows of trees. It wasn't Pietro. It was a woman, dressed in a sharp, slate gray suit that looked absurdly out of place in the rustic Italian countryside. She held a small, portable scanner in one hand and a silenced pistol in the other. ​"Aara Vance," she said, her voice like glass grinding on silk. "My name is Sloane. I represent the 'Clean Slate Initiative.' We believe the Great Audit was a mistake a chaotic disruptio

#WhatDidSheDoWrong Celeste sees it just before she turns the phone off for the night. She doesn’t cry. She just lies back on unfamiliar sheets, staring at the ceiling, wondering when the world started measuring love by performance—and when she started believing she failed the audition.

Her expression portrays that she wants to murder me. “What are you doing here?” Unexpectedly, the anger in his voice affected me too. I was scared for a moment. “What is she still doing here? She's unwell. Clearly, she is unfit to work.” “I am doing okay now. We are currently discussing the renovation project, miss—” “The name's Sylvia Miler. I am his fiancé.” “Pleasure to meet you, Miss Sylvia. I’m Uneece Ravene.” I reached out for a handshake as my form of greeting, but she folded her arms over her chest and smirked smugly.

The stars were never safe, he’d say, and kiss my shoulder like it was a shield. Now it was a warning. A code. Camilo knew. And I hadn’t seen it. “Why are you telling me this now?” I asked, voice shaking. Jenny leaned in, voice soft and venomous. “Because you still have a chance. To walk. To run. Before you become the next line in someone else’s suicide note.” I stood. And slapped her. The sound cracked through the square. Jenny didn’t flinch. Just turned her cheek back and smiled.

I was the whole reason for this little trip, after all. “Jacob. Ian.” One of the Council members, an old woman with sharp features and cruel eyes, spoke first. Her voice was like nails on a chalkboard. “And this… must be the human.” Ah. Straight to the insults. Nice. “Jenny,” I said, stepping forward despite my instincts telling me to hide. “The name’s Jenny. And I’m one of you.” Her eyes flicked over me like I was something stuck to her shoe. “So, this is the human girl who has caused such a… disturbance.”

We keep each other balanced. Jenny is a blonde bombshell, and she knows it. Curves in all the right places, chocolate brown eyes and a mouth that can put a sailor to shame, but she is working on that as requested by Alpha Declan Haywood. Me, on the other hand, am quite the opposite. I have dark, wavy hair, eyes as blue as the ocean and extra curves which I didn't ask for but can't seem to get rid of and am also kind of an introvert.

Ruzek rebuked. Lilith watched as Jenny’s face turned paler. Poor thing! “Well not every one of them is slow. Jenny proved that not every omega is a weakling.” Lilith pointed out. “Jenny, who?” Ruzek arched a brow questioningly. Lilith’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He wasn’t even aware who Jenny was. “Jenny,” Lilith jutted her chin towards Jenny who took a step back once Ruzek’s eyes were directed on her.

“Apologies for shooting you down but I own my trauma. I have a daddy issue and have been working on it ever since.” “Exactly.” Sly agreed. “I can see that Jenny is fixing her problem. Not you.” Pink flap opened her fan and flapped it aggressively. “Sleep with an open eye, brother. I ought to get you one of those nights.” “I would like you to try.” “Ugh!” Pink promptly grabbed Jenny and walked away with a paragraph of cursing along the way. Jenny gave the tip of her hat gesture at Sly as a sign of thank you for the amusement which Sly answered her with a smug face.

Martha didn’t respond to what the werewolf just said to her and kept her calm. The werewolf was angry at Martha and got even angrier when it noticed Tyler approaching her with another tumbler of water. It let out a huge groan and said, “You better not listen to her demands Tyler. Remember they are not our guests but just slaves” Both Cindy’s and Benjamin’s eyes widened as they heard themselves labeled as slaves in front of their daughter. Martha didn’t show any signs of getting offended upon getting called as a slave since she believed she was smart enough to not register the bullshit coming out of the werewolf’s mouth.