Reading With Jenna Novels & Stories

She felt the gentle weight of Alex’s head and the warmth of Elena’s hand still holding Dean’s. For one long moment, everything felt perfect. Then she remembered the mocking salute Lila had given through the window hours earlier. Jenna lifted her head carefully. She did not want to wake the others yet. She slipped from the pile of limbs and bodies and padded barefoot to the kitchenette. She filled the kettle with water and set it on the small camp stove. While the water heated, she stood at the window and stared into the trees. There was no movement and no shadow. Only silence and frost.

"And I'm not being kinky. I just want it to be... nice." "Lex, you’ve literally got 'Get the cunt waxed' written in glitter pen," Ava chirped in, pointing at the spot I'd buried my notepad. Jenna let out a dramatic sigh as she nodded at Ava. "She's been acting like a prude for years, but clearly, those romance novels she reads have finally rotted her brain in the best way possible. Is he going to pin her to the wall? Is there going to be a lot of dirty talk?"

Chapter One Hundred and Six Jenna's POV The fire crackles softly, its warmth spreading through the cabin, but it does little to chase away the chill settling in my bones. I kneel beside Raina, watching the shallow rise and fall of her chest. She looks so fragile, so unlike the confident, tough woman I’ve come to know. My heart clenches as I brush a stray lock of hair from her face. Her skin is pale and clammy, her breaths coming in uneven gasps.

I opened my mouth… but it was too late. “Luna Ashley has told me that I needed to get out more,” Jenna said smoothly, each word sharp and intentional. “Meet eligible male wolves. I’m getting too old to wait around for my mate. I had assumed tonight was going to be a mixer so that I could meet someone new.” “Not funny, Jenna,” I warned her through mind-link as I pushed the jealousy back. “F&&k you, Danny,” she growled back. Beth, for her part, seemed oblivious to the tension. “Ah! Well that explains your outfit.”

Jenna replied and stood up "why do you have to get a bigger ass more than me....."Bluey groaned staring at Jenna back view "You look pathetic, ,,is that even a question "Jenna replied and Bluey rolled her eyes "here's the ten rules....read it" Jenna handed over the book to her "a whole book for just ten rules new book. Damn, you need to grow up" Bluey flipped the book opened Her brows knitted in ardent concentration. "Uh-huh.read it lazy ass and stop being a hard nut"she uttered

I thought it would be fine if he knew about this. "My best friend, Alden. He's waiting for me outside, and it doesn't seem to matter if he knows about this. You can trust us." I took his hand and tried to reassure him. But she let go of my grip and laughed. Her expression changed just as quickly as when we first met. "Living in the community is not easy for us Jenna. Especially after the bad weather kept hitting, we had to move around until we reached Cornwall. I don't think the black witches have been here yet. "a

Maya scoffed, beckoning Liza to hold Amber and she moved closer to Peyton "You wouldn't dare!" She threatened with her voice in a higher pitch. "Really?" Her eyes were staring into Peyton's. "Yana, gather the students. Let's make this fun together" * Jenna sat on the couch in her room, watching the program when her phone beeped, it was a message. She stretched out her hand to grab the phone with her eyes still fixed on the television, she grabbed it and planned to steal a glance at it but the message got her attention.

I tried to anchor myself in her steady gaze, eyes heavy with sorrow yet clinging to a thread of faith, feeling the faint scent of her perfume wrap around me. Before I could gather my thoughts, the door swung open. I blinked, turning to see Alexa stepping in from the other room where she had been getting ready. “Jenna… is that really you? Wow! You look incredible, like a doll… almost unreal!” Alexa gushed, her voice brimming with excitement. I offered a small, fragile smile in return, noticing the sparkle in her eyes and the quick flick of her fingers smoothing her own hair.

Jenna watches her go, makes a note on the small pad she is carrying, and then looks up. And sees me. I am good at reading faces. It is one of the skills I am most proud of, the ability to read the micro-expressions that people cannot control — the flinch, the flare, the involuntary tell. I watch her face in the half-second before she can compose it and I look for the thing I came here to find. Fear. Discomfort. The old wound opening. What I find instead is recognition. Clean and settled, the way you recognize something from a long time ago that no longer has any power over you. And then, moving in underneath it so quickly I almost miss it — something that looks, impossibly, like pity.

“I’m not brooding.” Kat scoffed from across the room. “You’ve been standing there for twenty minutes.” I raised an eyebrow. “I’m standing. That’s not illegal.” Jenna’s boots thudded softly against the wooden floor as she walked closer. She stopped beside me, not too close but close enough that I felt her presence. “You’re listening,” she said. I glanced at her. “So?” “So,” she shrugged, “you only go this quiet when you’re trying to catch something.”