Novel & Cerita Read With Jenna Book Club List

“But, querida, I have one question... Well, two.” “Hmm?” He shifts slightly, lips brushing my hair. “Who is Brianna? And why didn’t Jenna go all sucker punch on Lala? I swear I was expecting broken ribs and at least one flipped coffee table.” I burst out laughing, loud and real. It comes from my belly and my bones. “Jenna is the storm, but I think even she knew I needed to have that moment for myself. Besides, she said if she punched Lala, she might break the girl’s whole bloodline. Jenna’s strength isn’t for show, babe. It’s generational.”

Why did she care if Jenna sat with Kai? Trying not to make eye contact with anyone, she stared down at her work. "You're some kinda bookworm, huh?" Kai asked, noticing the book in her hand. "I... like books, yeah. I already read this one at my old school, so it is pretty easy," she told him. It was a lie—she'd read The Great Gadsby for pleasure way before that. "Great, you can do my homework for me," Kai declared with glee. "Yay," Jenna said sarcastically, but quickly looked up at him and smiled to show she was kidding.

She licked her lips as she read the part about the prince; he was tall, dark, handsome, and of course, charming. There was a knock on her door, and Mark peaked his head in. “Don’t forget, Jenna. Tomorrow, you told the twins you would take them to the history museum.” Jenna nodded, it was summer vacation, and The Morgs viewed her as a babysitter. Since she liked the Twins, she didn’t mind as much. Most of her friends were on vacation with their families anyway. “Goodnight,” Mark said. “Night,” Replied Jenna. She continued reading into the night and fell asleep with the book on her chest.

This was not what she wanted to hear, she couldn't keep waiting for him, she would have to do something about this whole thing all by herself. Jenna remembered when Trina was still alive before she had her killed, she used to give her every information about her vacation trips with Derrick and she would just smile at everything that she was saying even though deep down in her heart she was envious of her friend. Jenna remembered she used to write those things out, every location and state she would want to go with Derrick after they became a couple, and write out every state that he had a penthouse. "I'm sure I still have that book somewhere in my parent's house. I need to go there and pick

Bex What the actual hell?! I know this worked before, I didn't imagine it, I still have the sores on my hand to prove it! Why didn’t it work again? What didn’t we do right? Is there only a certain way it can be done, or is it a certain time? I don't understand what went wrong. The book has to have some answers, I’m not going to stop until I find them. I’m at a full run heading to the library, and I know Marc is right behind me, I get to the library and run straight for the book. There are desks here with computers setup to help with research for everything under the sun. I have to figure this out. Jenni needs to get better. So how do I make this work again?

I asked with a mischievous smirk. Jenna’s lips curved into a smirk of her own. “Tons,” she replied, her tone playful. “…But you should probably ask Kate about that. I don’t feel like it’s my place to say.” She stared me down with a challenging little smile, throwing my own words back at me. I shook my head and chuckled softly. “Kate was right,” I said. “You definitely give off Juno vibes.” Jenna raised an eyebrow. “Who’s Juno?”

Questions burst out before I could stop them. “Who are you? How do you know about Emma? What exactly was she doing? Now she is dead, how can we stop it?” Jenna chuckled, the sound carrying both amusement and sadness. “Young people. So much energy.” Shaking her head, she reached for her veil carefully. The black fabric slipped away, and an elderly woman appeared before me—short white hair, wrinkled skin, and tired eyes that had clearly seen too much suffering. “My name is Jenna Fernandez.”

Eleanor waits until the end of our conversation about the extended Kingsley family before she gives me the warning. She sets her teacup down, the porcelain making a soft click against the saucer. “Jenna,” she says, her voice low but steady, “you must not trust so easily. Not even with family.” I straighten. “Not even them?” “Especially them.” Her eyes sharpen, but not unkindly. “Old families carry old ambitions. Old grudges. Old expectations. Some will smile at you while calculating what your presence costs them.” A chill runs through me.

My name is Jennaya Williams, but my friends call me Jenna. I am seventeen years old, and tonight, I was waiting for the one email that could change the direction of my entire life. A few months ago, I applied for a scholarship to New York Montessori High School, one of the most prestigious schools in the city. The admission results were scheduled to be released at exactly 11:00 p.m., and I had been counting down the hours since breakfast.

Only the first page held any writing at all, a single line, the ink faded to rust but still legible, still deliberate. When the Substitute Luna awakens, the first lie will always return before the truth. I read it twice. Then a third time, my grip closing around the cover until the old leather creaked in my hand, the words settling into me with a weight I didn’t yet have a name for only the certainty, cold and absolute, that whatever this meant, Jenna’s homecoming was only the first lie of many.