X Jenna Ortega Scene Novels & Stories

then my eyes caught some marks on my neck and chest. It can't be...I take a closer look and my doubt is confirmed. Hickey! How dare he? "XANDER!!" I screamed. He's so dead! * * Writer's pov Dex's apartment...! 7am...! Jenna walks out of the bathroom fully dressed, she winks at Will and stands in front of the mirror in Will's room. She dries her hair with a small hand dryer.. Will sneaks behind her and wrap his arms around her waist.

Esther urged her, waking her from her wet dream as she took off the short caftan dress she was wearing over her bikini, letting all the boys stare at her body. "I'm fine here," Jenna said, showing her the book. "Are you kidding me? We don't come to the beach to read, we come to show off our bodies and make the boys want more," Esther said dramatically. "No, I'm here to work," Jenna replied. "I need to film some good moments here." "Let me do the taping. You go play, sister," Alexa said boredly as she applied sunscreen. "No, I don't want to. I'm fine," Jenna said as she turned off her phone.

When he saw Salma next to her, he bowed his head and went into the adjoining bathroom. "Just wait here for me." Jenna admonished Salma. "Okay." Salma waited outside the bathroom. Jenna walked into the women's restroom and was about to send a message to Elon Mars when a white figure suddenly flashed through the mirror and hugged her tightly from behind... "Ah!" Jenna was startled and quickly pulled away from Elon Mars, "Let go." "Don't worry, I checked, there's no one here." Elon Mars whispered as he reached for her again. Jenna instinctively stepped back and put her hands to her chest in a defensive position, "Mrs. Mars, please behave yourself!"

Cristian, however, remains perfectly still, those silver eyes locked on me, his expression unreadable except for the slow curve at the corner of his mouth. Jenna jumps in without missing a beat. “I am Jenna, and if you don’t take care of my sis, I will hunt you down and sucker punch your face and your El Toro so hard you will NEVER have children. I am talking hospital visits, stitches, the whole fireworks.” We all gasp in unison. “Jenna!”

Just then, a wave of gasps rippled through the crowd. Everyone turned toward the main event screen and their faces went pale. Instead of the planned engagement montage, the massive LED screen was now showing footage of Jodie tied to a chair, sobbing and screaming in fear. “Daddy! Mommy! Charlotte! Where are you? I want my mommy! Let me go! Please! “Mommy! A bad man took me! Help me—please!” Jodie was thrashing against the ropes, her little face twisted in terror. Xena’s knees buckled. Her vision blurred. She nearly fainted on the spot.

She asked me but all I did was smile at her, “Maybe you should take some rest, come let me help you,” I said and she nodded and hung her shoulder above mine, she had already fallen asleep as her head fell on my shoulder, I smiled mischievously and started making my way to Orgega’s room, I kicked the door open with my leg, and they he is laying on his bed, I took Achun and laid her beside Ortega, I scattered her hair and loosened her zipper a bit, I laid her head on Ortega’s chest and placed Ortega's hand on her waist, right now the both of them looked so intimate that the Alpha would sure go crazy when he sees them like this, let the show begin

“Why are you panicking Bethany? Nothing's happened to Jenna, alright? ” She kneads her hands gently and pulled her I into a warm hug as she is continuously panicked. “Come with me, Jenna is in the bedroom watching a cartoon program”. With that, she led the way to the room, immediately the door slid, the little figure was revealed. Jenna was lying on the bare floor of the room, with her hands folded into fists and her eyes tightly closed in sleep– She must have fallen asleep while watching a cartoon in Erica's room. Bethany finally heaved a sigh as soon as she set her eyes on Jenna, who was deep in sleep.

He glances at it, and I watch his whole posture change in an instant — shoulders squaring, jaw tightening, the warmth from a moment ago gone like it was never there. "What is it," I ask. "Jenna. She finally got a clean still from the parking structure footage." He turns the screen toward me, and my stomach drops straight through the balcony floor. It's not a full face. Just a partial profile, caught for half a second under a streetlamp as the car pulled out. But it's enough. I know that jawline. I know that posture. "That's not Octavia," I say slowly, my champagne glass forgotten in my hand.

In tragedy of what has just happened. Jenna stood before me with her flash on and who knows for how long she has been filming for. “Jenna? How long have you been here?” my voice trembling in fear because I know how big of a villain Jenna could be and if she releases my video, It's the end for me. “Long enough to see you turn to a beast.” she replied as confident as possible. Yet her hands trembled, her eyes screamed “run” but she played the ‘I'm not afraid card’. What was she thinking that I would drink from her too?

Finn's POV: A Few Hours Ago The air through the cracked balcony door was cold, but the heat inside the penthouse was suffocating. I watched the babysitter scurry out the front door, her head bowed as Jenna’s screeching insults chased her down the hall. Jenna was spiraling. The humiliation in Mexico City was a rot in her mind, and she needed someone to bleed for it. She turned her eyes, wild and rimmed with a frantic, manic fury, toward the sofa where Rita sat trembling.