X Jenna Ortega Scene Novels & Stories

I stormed into my office only to growl when I saw Jenna in my chair, naked. She smiled seductively, or at least she thinks she’s seductive, her long hair brushed forward over her shoulders to barely hide her breasts. “Good morning, Alpha,” she purred, intentionally moving her hair to reveal pebbled almond-colored nipples. “GET THE FUCK OUT!” I roared, Jericho’s voice overlapping with mine. Her eyes went wide with terror as she jumped out of my chair. She was shaking with fear, and I knew my eyes were red.

Jenna shouted, probably thanks to the alcohol. Derek and Peter, who was one of the acquaintances Derek had met, approached the table curiously. Their interest quickly turned to confusion when Jenna made them sit on either side of me. “Smile and drink like you’re having a great time. Peter, put your hand on my friend’s shoulder. Pretend I’m not here,” she ordered, her phone in hand, ready to snap a photo, I assumed. “What are you trying to accomplish with this?” I asked, speaking for all three of us.

When Remi and Alex were done, they sat on the sofa, each occupied with their phones while waiting for their friends. Some minutes later, they both entered the sitting room conversing in hushed tones. Vincent raised his head, his eyes landing on Jenna. She was wearing a long blue jeans and white crop top which revealed her cleavage a little. Her hair was let down, cascading down her shoulders. She settled for a nude lip gloss, a black heels and a small handbag which her phone couldn't even fit in. With being under dressed the outfit still brought out her curvy shape.

The figure—Isabel—paused. Camera zoomed in slightly. She turned. A quiet moment caught forever. Jenna leaned forward, glass half-full. “One down.” She tapped the screen. Another feed—Alessandro’s penthouse. Her eyes gleamed. “One to go.” Her glass clinked gently on the table. The screen went dark.

Sighing, I turned to order Fabian, "She might not be the answer. But find me the woman first." “Yes, my Alpha,” Fabian replied respectfully. “Then, what's her name?” “Beatrice Everdeen. The omega with no scent.”

" Brandon yelled, turning around and scowling at Gwyneth. Gwyneth was so startled that her eyes turned red. After all, this was the first time that Brandon had ever yelled at her. However, she wasn't afraid of the situation. Adlina was deathly afraid of the water, and she would die as soon as she fell in. And if Adlina were dead, then Brandon would belong entirely to her afterward! She was the only Luna for Brandon! While she was still gleefully daydreaming on her own, an Omega named Shane Yellowtail suddenly stood up and pointed a finger at her, saying, "No, it's not like that, Alpha!

What more, he walked with a limp. I lowered my eyes in guilt. “I guess the winner is already clear," Alpha Kieran began, but his voice seemed to give out on him when he looked closely at what I was leaning on. He turned to look at Ethan. “Can you believe this?" Ethan is a good actor, for I was genuinely surprised at his feigned surprise. “Goddess! Such a big kill for such a fragile Omega." “Lyra, did you do this all by yourself?" Alpha Kieran asked me directly with a hard stare.

EMERGENCY CLAUSE INVOKED. Her fingers trembled as she tightened her grip on the remote. “She took everything back,” Alice whispered. Across town, Veronica Duval read the same update in silence. She studied the replayed footage on her tablet—Jenna’s posture, the faint scars visible at her neckline, the steadiness in her eyes. “So the island didn’t break you,” Veronica murmured. Her smile was thin. “It sharpened you.” ——— Later that evening, Jenna stood alone in her penthouse, city lights stretching endlessly beyond the glass.

People are watching, gathered in half a circle with two people in the middle i can't see. Mona pushes her way through looking eager and i just keep trailing behind her till we reach an opening and i have a perfect view of the scene before me. Jenna Marbles is pressed up against the wall, her huge glasses threatening to fall of her nose, her expression sore as the familiar red haired diva corners her. "you don't want to test me " Sarah Jones says to the raven haired nerd she has locked in her paws in what's supposed to be a threatening tone.

We went upstairs to her apartment, and she let us in. When we were in her apartment, Jenna walked to the doorway that opened onto the hallway that led to the bedrooms. She was wearing yet another Spandex leotard, a bright orange one, with black leggings. She stood there looking at me, took a deep breath, and began sliding the straps of the top of her outfit down over her shoulders, then she peeled it down, baring her lovely upper body. My face felt hot, and I knew my eyes were wide as I watched Jenna getting undressed. She peeled the remainder of the outfit down and stepped out of it, then she stood there for a moment, displaying her fantastic body to me.