Read With Jenna Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You can return it to me after you read everything." "Thank you," I replied, rising to my feet. My mind was already racing with the possibilities of what those documents contained. "I really appreciate it. And Jenna, if you need anything, anything at all, come to me. I might not be able to do much, but I'd like to be there for you," I added with honesty. Jenna seemed to be a nice person, but a very lonely one. I wanted to believe I could offer her some comfort and friendship, just like Rachel had offered me once I stepped foot into Elysium.

For once Cullen was on the short end and they were loving it. Jenna chuckled inwardly. She batted her eyes at Cullen and licked her lips temptingly. Something about him being in trouble with Cadifor was turning her on. She felt her own cell vibrate and she took it out of her pocket under the table. Cullen watched her glance down and read something from the face. She flipped it up and read something else. Then she closed it. Jenna flashed Cullen another smile as if to say, 'That's how you get a message while in a meeting.'

I say flatly. She drops beside me with the grace of a dancer and wipes her palms on her jeans like this is routine. Jenna lands next, all muscle and precision, her hair swinging behind her like a warning. She surveys the yard like she’s done this before... She probably has. “What kind of grown woman has a moat of hedges and no doorbell?” Jenna mutters. “One with something to hide,” Dawn replies as she clicks off her flashlight app and slides her phone into her sports bra.

Jenna's Pov “Jenna, see what I did. I won this round.” He showed me the game he was playing on my phone like a happy kid. “You did good.” I smiled, patting his head. He seemed to enjoy it because he rubbed his hair against my hand. This cannot be real. The Caesar Sokolov I know doesn't like head pats. He likes smoking cigarettes and drinking alcohol and terrorizing students. Now, he, the dangerous guy on campus, was following me around like a lost puppy.

I should have known this little Goddess would read my mind. I should be annoyed, but I’m not. I’m not because it’s refreshing that I have my own to be read. I sigh. “I am, Jenna; I am wolfless.” She shakes her head and steps back from me. “Jenna, what are you doing?” Jenna turns her head to Luther and smiles, though she doesn’t answer him. She looks at me once more. “Valsurus?” “What the hell?” Luther mumbles to himself. “Valsurus, I know you’re there.”

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."

She has learned by now not to ask when the dark comes settling over me, for she knows there is only one man that can dot that to me. Arriving at home does bring much-needed relief; my intention is to retire to my room and not to leave it, at least for another day. And I do see the same sentiment on Jenna's face. But what I also noticed is that cheeky smile that is starting to rise at the corner of her lips. And I know exactly…she wants me to tell her what is in that little envelope. Well… "Jenna, I do believe that you possess somewhat of a dilemma..." "Tyler."