Wednesday Addams Jenna Novels & Stories

Jeremy snapped interrupting their small discussions. “Come on guys, take as many videos as possible, show them how our families care for the people without necessarily having to bring so much attention to us!” “She comes here all the way everytime to cater for this people,” he said with a wide smile as all the cameras turned to Jenna, she raised her hands to her face as she looked away from the camera, she slowly turned to look at Nimi her eyes screaming help. Much later Thatcher’s Mansion …. Jenna walked into the house and slammed the door shut, Franco was seated with Elizabeth in the main living room watching Tv.

She asked turning to face Jenna, her voice laced with coldness which startled Jenna a bit. “I’m…Jen…Jenna spears from the crescent moon pack,” she stuttered trying not to provoke the elderly woman. Well Jenna, I’m Mrs Addison, the head housekeeper of the Stone’s family. Nice to meet you, Mrs Addison, Jenna replied but she ignored her pleasantries. “Hummph,” she scoffed. “I do hope you get comfortable in this place but before then there are rules in this house,” and you will start with the first and important rule; you are not allowed anywhere close to the fourth floor, is that understood!?” She shot.

She looked at Nick as well, who seemed not angry at all for the wasted coffee. "I'm sorry for the coffee. I'll just get you a new one..." She hurriedly went away from them and heed directly to the comfort room as eyes from her schoolmates bore holes on her coffee-stained blouse. She went directly to the comfort room. She stood there in the last sink in the far end, combing her hands to her head as she looked at her pale reflection in the mirror. She breathes in and out, trying to calm herself and remove the creepy image of the man who has now taken residence in the corner of her mind. Jenna Adams went in, right after she settled in the last sink of the comfort room. She is her one and onl

"Can't you tell what I'm looking for? Do I look like someone who'd settle for an apartment? I want a mansion!" There were only a handful of viewers in the live stream, but they were all Jenna's die-hard fans. "Wow, Jenna, did you strike it rich? It's only been a few days since your last stream, and you've already moved up a whole social class?" Upon reading the flattery, Jenna became even more smug. Without even trying to hide the arrogance on her face, she pointed at a model and shouted, "That one. I'll be paying for it in full!"

And I'd watched enough videos sent by my perverted roommate to recognize what kind of sounds they were instantly. But wasn't Marissa's godmother, Jenna Johnston, inside that storage room? At the thought of that, a sudden heat rushed through me. An inappropriate image flashed through my mind. Ms. Johnston usually liked wearing dresses. Even during winter, she'd only add a pair of white stockings. The fabric would stretch tight across her perky butt, swaying with each step, always making it impossible for me to look away. But she always wore a cold expression, coming across as distant and untouchable.

If you only wanted to rob them, you could have done that without degrading yourself,Brennus' voice rebuked in the back of Jenna's mind. When I want your opinion, father, I will ask for it.Jenna walked into the motel office, paid for a room and turned down another trick on her way out of the office. Once in her room, Jenna stripped down and climbed into the shower. She felt like she hadn't been clean in months, though it had only been a couple weeks since her last shower. Admittedly, all the running from Cadifor had been the main cause of the multiple layers of soil on her clothing. Still, she missed her garden tub, her Jacuzzi, her swimming pool; everything she had owned with water in it.

she says before going silent. “So, no matter how potent your swimmers are Adam, it does not mean we will get another healer in the Pack, right Jenna?” Jack summarizes with a chuckle. Throwing a stapler his way for his rude comments, I look to Jenna who has a faint blush on her cheeks. She smiles at me, “Yes Jack, that is about right,” she murmurs to him before reaching over and hitting the back of his head.

The assistant who led her to Helena Creed's office kept a full three feet of distance, her nervousness so obviously written all over her face. Jenna was used to it. She'd been stared at her whole life. First for being too feminine, back when she wore designer dresses and heels that made men lustfully beg. Now for being too un feminine, and intimidating in her combat boots and general appearance. She couldn't win. So she stopped trying. "Ms. Smith." Helena Creed was exactly what Jenna expected. It looked like old money. Smelled like enough power and control laid right in her palms. The woman sat behind a desk the size of a small car, her hands rubbing gently the snow white fur of a fat gloomy

POV: Mara Kade “You actually did it.” Jenna’s voice sliced through the quiet the moment I pushed open my office door. She was already pacing behind my desk, curls bouncing with every sharp step. I dropped my bag onto the chair, the thud heavier than I intended. “I do own my place.” “That’s not what I meant and you know it.” Jenna stopped, hands on her hips. “You walked into Adrian Vale’s boardroom, shut down his little war council, and walked out like it was nothing. Mara… that man doesn’t lose.”

Seeing that her mother was going to refuse, she quickly nudged her by the shoulder and said, “Mum, trust dad. I think Caddaric has gone insane.” “But we don’t know the lady he’s talking about,” Jenna refused. All her life, it has only been her so how could Casper have eyes for another woman? She couldn’t accept it. Cassandra seemed to trust her dad better than her mum and pleaded with Jenna, “I don’t know her too but let’s just trust dad, okay?” Jenna wanted to refuse but Cassandra had been away from her for so long that she found her defenses breaking.