Jenna & Julien Novels & Stories

“I’ve been risking everything since my sister died. This just feels… louder.” An hour passed in focused silence. Three external SSDs. Encrypted archives. Dead-drop emails. Waterproof bags. Rain battered the windows. Elena handed Julian a key on a carabiner. “There’s a cabin up in the Gorge. My ex’s hunting place. He won’t be there. Generator. Satellite internet. Cash in the floor safe.” “You’re sure?” Julian asked. “I’m sure I’m done waking up afraid.” I hugged her without thinking. She stiffened for a second then wrapped her arms around me, firm and real.

"Jenna Johnston, you sold the shop without a word? Let me tell you. Marissa should have a share of that money. And you, you shameless slut, actually stole your own goddaughter's boyfriend. Have you no shame at all?" Listening to it, I almost laughed from exasperation. Marissa was just a goddaughter with no blood relation to Ms. Johnston, and they really thought they were entitled to her property. Marissa shot me a glare. "Charlie, I can't believe you dumped me for this slut. Jenna, hurry up and hand over the money. Otherwise, I'll post everything about you and him online." Ms. Johnston was red with anger. She was about to argue back, but I stopped her and called the police directly.

"Your perfection, Juliana. Pure perfection" THE END

I said. “You’re right about that, sir.” Bene nodded and reached into his suit jacket to produce an envelope which he placed on the table. “What’s that, Bene?” I pointed at the envelope. “It’s a picture of Laura Williams, the prime suspect in this case and Julienne’s mother,” Bene explained. I nodded and picked up the brown envelope, opening it and bringing out the pictures inside. Julienne has always been the splitting image of her mother. She was feisty and she had a sunshine personality on top of that, she was drop-dead gorgeous as a matter of fact.

, he said. Clara had so many twist and lies to her life that it just keeps getting annoying as the day goes by. “So now that you know a bit about who I am,” he muttered. “Who are you? And don’t bother lying, coz the moment you start lying, then we're done here", he added. I took a deep breath. “I’m Jenna.”, I said. His eyebrows lifted in genuine surprise, ,"I know one Jenna... the Luna of the Silverwhitmore Pack. Alpha Damon’s mate.”

The sand was still warm under my bare feet, holding the day’s heat like a secret it wasn’t ready to share. The resort lights faded behind us until the only glow came from the half-moon hanging low over the water and the faint silver path it painted across the waves. Julian walked beside me, close enough that every few steps our arms brushed. Not on purpose. Not accidentally either. The contact felt deliberate, like he was testing how long I’d let it happen before I pulled away. I didn’t pull away.

But something in Mae's expression made my stomach twist. "Where is she?" "Your office." I walked in to find a woman standing by the window. Late twenties. Long dark hair. Beautiful in a way that made men stupid. She turned when I entered, her green eyes assessing me with cold calculation. "So you are the famous Jenna Carter," she said. "The girl who broke Colt's heart. Then got him killed." Anger flared. "Who are you?" "Sienna Moretti. Colt's ex-girlfriend. The one he was with after you ran." She smiled, sharp and cruel. "The one he actually loved. Not just obsessed over like some teenage fantasy."

The next, Gertrude's eldest daughter — a sharp-eyed woman named Helena — says brightly, "And Jenna, how are you finding England? You must be quite overwhelmed." "I'm adjusting," I say. "There's a lot to learn." "Oh, certainly," Helena says. "And you're studying, I hear? Business?" "Marketing, primarily. And finance." "Impressive." Her smile is the kind that doesn't involve the eyes. "Especially given everything on your plate." A beat of silence. Donna sets down her fork.

Claire looked up immediately. "Elena," she said, raising a brow. "You date an NFL star and run a billion dollar company. You could get an apartment any time you wanted." Jenna burst out laughing from the doorway. "That is not the point, Claire." I said. "Then what is the point?” "The point is…” I started. "Hold on," Jenna said, cutting me off. She had gone very quiet, standing still with her wine glass halfway to her mouth, eyes moving slowly between me and Claire like she was replaying something she had just heard.