Jenny Slate Novels & Stories

"Final Ending: Mentally unstable and living in destitution." "Detailed Report: After being ousted from Nova Tech, Jenny tried to find new employment but repeatedly failed due to her unstable mental state and poor reputation in the industry. After selling off what she could, she rented a cheap apartment in a rundown part of the city. Long-term malnutrition and psychological stress worsened her hair loss and skin rashes, leaving her physically disfigured."

“Hello, ladies.” Slate put on his flirtiest smile as he approached the mages, hoping to find one or two that would be willing to go with him to Maura’s house. He would need to find one powerful enough to turn him into Jack for a little while. As revolting as it was to think of having to be Jack at all, he’d made it seem like it was going to be impossible for Slate to fool Maura into thinking he was Jack, and Slate resented the idea that anyone thought him incapable of fooling the girl.

"What do you mean by what you're saying? Where is my wife? Who are you? Don't tell me, you're—" "Yes Jester, yes I am me. Your wife and... your ex-wife, " Jenny said boldly as she undressed her fake facial surgery. The look that Jester had loved for so long was really an impostor. Jenny was actually Jane's fake face, a plastic one that captivated Jester's heart.

We couldn't stop staring at this angel before us for nearly a minute, unable to believe that she truly belonged to us. 'Jerney is truly a beauty! We’ll cherish her like the rarest diamond, ensuring she never experiences pain. We'll fulfill all her desires and beyond, striving to make her the happiest she-wolf in existence.' It was evident that Slade deeply cared for her, he hadn't made such promises even to Jael.

Selena nodded warily, “I just hope you’re not planning to use her like I did. Elaine’s been through enough. If she’s managed to find peace, let her keep it.” Katherine gave a polite smile, “Don’t worry, Selena. My intentions are purely professional.” As Katherine and Jenny stepped out of the cottage, the crisp air hit them, bringing a sense of clarity to Katherine’s thoughts. “Mistress.” Jenny began cautiously, “What do you think we should do now?”

The others could blend in with the crowd because it was only during their transformations that the color of their eyes depending on their rank was revealed. But pure-blood Alphas had red eyes and unimaginable strength. They were uncommon, dangerous, and uncontrollable. Killing machines... If I can put it that way. I took a deep breath as a memory came back to me. Denver. Slave # 345. He was a pure-blooded Alpha... His red eyes were intriguing, both handsome and observant. So fascinating that I was afraid they were going to burn me... Other more personal memories surfaced... I closed my eyes, refusing to think about them...

Kaitlyn defensively responds. "Oh well, I'm rooting for you, miss!" Jenny pauses, checking the door to ensure no one is coming before whispering, "I've never seen the young master take care of someone like he does to you. Oh, miss! You've softened our young master's stone heart!" Jenny excitedly exclaims, making Kaitlyn shake her head and laugh. "We are just friends, Jenny. Now, if you want to help me, why don't you start by not teasing me, yeah?" Kaitlyn chuckles, causing the girl to pout.

“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.

a lie. He disappears from my sight and reappears but this time he had his cell phone in his hands, he looks for something and then hands it to me. Fearfully I take it but when I saw the image my body trembled with terror as I hear Dalton tell me in my ear that she is his previous slave, my sight blurs as in horror I watch a woman torn to pieces with her legs out of place and her intestines out of her body not to mention the rest. —Loving him... will lead to your death, human.

However, to find him, I must remember his name. “What was his name, Helen? Do you remember his name?” I asked my wolf but I forgot she was so whacked about him that she too had forgotten his name. I shook my head and broke out of my thoughts and got out of that royal-looking bathroom. This was so expensive which made me think if alpha Gerald customized his toilet seat with gold. I could not help but let a chuckle slip from my mouth. I blew dried my hair and put on a red pajama set. I decided to take a break and enjoy my meal in my comfortable PJs before I had to go back to my role as the daughter of Luna Kendall Clausen.