X Jenna Ortega Scene Novels & Stories

he said and she mouthed an 'ohh'. “We'll meet at the altar” Bryan said and with that, he took steps forward, walking out of the house with Stephen. “Impersonating the dead” Jenna's lips moved and as if her words were magical, she felt her heart ache and she let out a loud groan. “Argh!” she winced and almost immediately, the pain disappeared. “What was that?” she breathed, heaving a sigh. Jenna rushed upstairs, entering Alessia's room and her eyes widened when she saw her face in the mirror. Truly, her reflection in the television screen had given her a clue of what she looked like but the mirror gave a better explanation..

Jenna assured her older sister, before leaving with Nora, once Wonnell was close to the stage where Nick was standing. As they watched Wonnell made her way towards Nick, Nora spoke up. “ Nick is very handsome, I must admit. Your sister is indeed very lucky.” Whatever Nora was saying, it already faded and went with the air and gentle breeze that blew pass them. Jenna on the other hand was drowning in a world of her own, her eyes fixated on Nick who was smiling at the guests. Her hands felt clammy and her stomach twisted numerous times. Sweat clouded her forehead and she swallowed what felt like a lump in her throat.

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.

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.”

Just do whatever you fucking need to do" she urged him and with that, he slipped his thick dick into her and began to fuck her. He opened her legs wide so he could gain a better entrance and it felt so good, her pussy looked so beautiful and he would love to have a taste but they were out of time. Jenna had to cover her mouth to stop her moaning from being heard, cause damn Jordan was hitting it right on the spot. Soon they both arrived at dreamland and came. "Get off, I have a ball to attend" Jenna pushed him off and quickly started to get dressed. She washed up and straightened her rumpled dress, she couldn't begin to look for another dress so she would have to make do with this one.

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! "I watched Ms. Howler fall into the water first! But she grabbed Ms. Redfang's shirt as she fell and dragged her into the sea with her!" Then Shane showed Brandon his phone screen. As it turned out, he had been secretly recording when Gwyneth had pulled Adlina into the sea with her. Brandon's eyes turned bloodshot at once. His grip on the phone tightened so much that the veins popped out on his hand. This time, Gwyneth couldn't deny that she wasn't afraid anymore.

One of them was Joren, who happened to be too lean, with a countenance that showed one who was very scared. Another was Elira, who I learned was the elder of them all, with silver streaks in her almost dark hair. Then there was the last, Callen, very quiet and collected, but with broad shoulders. They were all Omegas, each and every one of them. They were my people. My kind. I stiffened upon seeing them. “You shouldn't have come out here together. If anyone happens to see…”

She glided as though floating through space, commanding attention and reverence. On the far right of the audience, Mark Martinez leaned toward Rex Hidalgo, whispering with an amused tone. “Hey man, heads up. If you’ll be sulking all night, at least sulk with style. These models? Way hotter than your ex-wife. I mean, look at that dress—way better than—” But he choked mid-sentence, his jaw falling slack. “Holy crap. That woman… she’s Jenna!” Rex’s head whipped up.