Read With Jenna Book Club List Novels & Stories

~[STILL AT THE JONZZ EMPIRE, IN ERIC'S PRIVATE HOTEL CHAMBERS]~ They are so not fucking done yet. “ Ahha.... Ahhhh..... Mnhh..... Aaaaahhh.....“ Jenna is.... She is in the heavens. She is in supreme paradise. A paradise of immeasurable pleasure. She can't take it anymore. She feels so hot and aroused in ways she has never ever felt. This can go on and on and on and on for ages and she might not be able to get enough of it.

"Ms. Smith, I've been trying to get that boy to settle down for fifteen years. What makes you think you can succeed where I've failed?" "Because I'm not asking him." "Then what are you doing?" Jenna met her eyes once more, bold and unwavering. "I'm just gonna do what I have to do." She didn't need to explain further than that. She was Jenna fucking smith, and just like she’d always say, whatever shit she finds herself in, she’s getting herself cleaned up from it. And just like always in the last four years, Jenna was ready to save herself. Helena studied her for a long moment. Then, slowly, she nodded.

LAMIA Ten minutes later, the four of us, I had grabbed Kira on the way, sat in my room. Mike and Kel were looking a little more than awkward. I assumed they thought we were going to have a “talk” about what happened Friday night. “Here,” I said and tossed the old leather book to Kellen who was propped on the end of my bed, “Turn to page 123. And read it out loud so everyone can hear.” He flipped the pages until he came to the right one and then began to read aloud the same passage I had read. There was an eerie silence in the room when he had finished until Mike broke it.

she asked, her voice dripping with sweetness. Jenna's eyes locked onto Brianna's, her gaze piercing. "You know why I'm here," she growled, her voice low and menacing. Brianna's expression turned sarcastic, and she raised an eyebrow. "Oh, wow, Jenna. You think you're some kind of detective now? Please, do go on." Jenna's anger intensified, her face reddening. "You're not taking this seriously, are you? You're ruining my father's company, and you're laughing about it."

“How do you know about Zain’s curse? You aren’t exactly close to him, and I highly doubt that Miss Shuzen would go around telling just anyone her nephew’s business. Also, burying your head in books doesn’t cut it Jenna. Anyone could bury their head in books.” Jenna nodded her head, gently waltzing around her room and admiring the strange elements in her décor — candles and dusty old books. “Good question, but the thing is I am not just anyone, and I don’t bury my head in just any random book.” More mystery and ambiguity.

The paper felt heavier than it should have. Jenna sat on the edge of her bed, the black envelope trembling slightly between her fingers. She had waited until Maren went to shower before pulling it out of her bag. Her wolf, Lexa, paced inside her head, restless. “Read it already,” Lexa urged. Jenna unfolded the small sheet of parchment. Only few words stared back at her, scrawled in an ugly, almost rushed hand: “Just die. You do not deserve happiness.”

Jenna's POV As I head back to my room, the embers of Greta’s words still smolder in my chest, sparking an unexpected fire. I can’t quite shake the idea that’s taken root in my mind—this old inn, worn but sturdy, could be more than just a shelter. Greta has given us a roof, and maybe that’s all she meant it to be, but I feel it could become so much more. The council and their spies may be relentless, yet the thought of creating a place of true refuge here, hidden away from their reach, fills me with a hope I haven’t felt in a long time.

She managed to shoo them away and then continued. “It wasn’t just any ordinary book. It was a ledger. With all women’s names neatly written and crossed out with a bright red ink. At first I thought it was a long list of exes, but then I saw my name. Unlike the others it wasn’t crossed out.” I didn’t chime in, just waited patiently as she talked. “Adrian is a sick man jenna.” It came out more of a warning. “That book had all he thought about women. Angry, terrifying rants. Especially about successful ones. Women in class be called them. Women who dared to be ambitious.”

shattered instantly. A thick, awkward silence hung over the territory, broken only by the critics who began to feast on the remains of Jenny's reputation. “Pathetic! She thought she was the heroine of a legend? He was just using her as a pawn, and she became a nuisance.” “Is it just me, or does Jenny smell of lies? Her persona shifts with every moon.” “Her followers are sheep. They’d follow a rogue off a cliff if she told them it was a shortcut to the Moon.”

We are going to have to take her out to the barrier soon to test Marietta’s theory and I don’t know how my friend is going to deal with that. Jason is sitting on the couch, in his usual sentinel spot, reading a very old book. I catch his eye, but he shakes his head while glancing at her. It has to be about magic or witches or something to do with his mate. He’s never been one to study unless it is absolutely necessary. This must fall under that category. Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions