Read With Jenna Book Club Novels & Stories

The ache to reclaim a part of myself I’d given away too easily. That, they understood. Jenna came out ten minutes later looking… shaken. Not crying, but close. “Well?” Rachel asked. Jenna shook her head. “I… don’t know. He was intimidating. He asked about my gap year and then started quoting articles I wrote in undergrad. Who does that?” “Someone thorough,” I murmured, suddenly even more nervous. The woman in navy came back. “Alina Cruz?” Alina stood like a queen, chin high, eyes sharp.

Control. Now the thing you have to know about Kent and J.J. is that they both have girls. Kent was living with a very nice, very vanilla sort of girl. He liked to mix it up with us because we are not vanilla. J.J. had married a girl he knocked up last year. They were expecting the baby any day now. At first, J.J. stopped coming around all together, but the closer to the due date, the less his wife wanted to have se8x.

"Not sure yet. I think I'll start with Cadifor." Jenna alternated glaring out the window at the passing scenery and glaring at the back of Devon's head. She was starting to hate cars. Ever since she met Rafe it seemed like each time she got into one she was being forcibly escorted somewhere she didn't want to go. She was sitting in the backseat next to a woman who appeared to be a botched rhinoceros cat hybrid. She was starting to really wonder how many men and women Rafe had messed with in his God quest. She felt Brennus' disapproval in the back of her mind. At least all of the men I changed were volunteers, she thought back at him.

I hope you all find a husband just like him! ['Alliance match'? As if Ryan deserves it. Jenna's real alliance partner is the big antagonist of the entire novel.]

After four films, Georgina finally walks through the door. “Nibbles, food and alcohol, oh, and DVDs, although we won't exactly be watching much.” She puts them down, looking around. “No Liam?” Shaking my head at her, we hear the door. Walking over I open it. Jessica is standing there, smiling. “Come in Jessica. Georgina, this is Jessica. Jessica, this is Georgina.” She smiles at Georgina.

I stood up and took one more breath in and exhaled out while my heart started to pump in it's normal rhythm. "Just admit it Jenna. You wanted to feel these lips on yours." He smirks now. "I'm done with you. Go do Alpha stuff." I start to walk away and walk towards the kitchen. I hear him start to walk behind me while I walk to Janet who's making sandwiches for the omegas and the pups running around. "Can I have one?" I asked while I walked next to her and see a little boy running away from her with a sandwich in hand. She looks over shoulder and smiles, "Of course Lun- Jenna. Alpha, want one?" She raises an eyebrow while I feel his arm wrap around my waist, but I take out my claws and dig th

Which was her normal look so I couldn't tell what was going on. I turned to Mrs. McKenzie. The same Mrs. McKenzie who had run into me in the sex shop down the street and had suggested I get the G-spot vibrator. Her smile was fixed and for some reason it looked like she was avoiding eye contact. Jenna had a Bible in her hand. It was one of those black leather types that was big but not so big that you couldn't put it in a bag. That was the first sign of impending danger. Her cherry complexion and pleasant face were highlighted by her white blonde hair. She didn't have makeup on but would easy turn heads if she was to walk into a bar. Her cream suit gave off an authoritative vibe.

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.

Chapter 1 — Between Guns and Glances Jenna's POV The sharp wind rattled leaves across the empty parking lot as I stepped out, shutting off the clinic lights after a long, hectic day. I adjusted my purse strap, clutching my keys, and moved quickly toward the car, eyes sweeping the deserted space.

Sitting on her bed, with crossed legs - a lady in her pajamas reading a book. More precisely, a romance book. In this age, who doesn't want to dream about those fantastical love stories? If it is about transporting oneself to another dimension, isn't it cool that way? Becoming a villain in a story, isn't it thrilling enough to be adapted into a movie? Jade was one of those people, and forever will be. She's an avid reader of love stories and had a large collection of that in her room.