Agent Jareau Novels & Stories

Immediately, they whole eyes turned dark-red glaring at the little subjects in front of them, knowing they were the ones who did it, then all of them roared which shook and slightly crumbling the few crystals around. “This is what we should be worried about.” Azra exclaimed. There are at least five feet taller than the tallest Expat here who is right in front of me... Node thought staring at the Expat who chained Jared at his back. “Aquila, Aghul, Ade, Aghogho and… ” He looked at the Expat who Jared was chained on his back. “Aguda. We need you also to finish this quick without any delay.” Aguda nodded with a groan, removed the chains from his back and dropped Jared, which created a carter on

"Me!" Jacquelin eagerly handed over her business card. "Ms. Bayer, I'm a top-tier sales representative here. I'm very familiar with all the units and layouts of these houses. I also have discounts that I can offer you, guaranteed satisfaction!" Jade ignored Jacquelin after a glance at her and turned to attend to other matters. Renee stood to the side, clutching her bag tightly with eyes fixed on Arya and Lena. She saw that while Arya was smiling at Jacquelin, she was holding Lena's hand the whole time. Then, she noticed how Arya was ordering around Jacquelin.

I murmured something while cracking a grin. The man moved his head back and forth while simultaneously placing both hands on his waist. "Sure. Would you like to know the fundamentals at this very moment?" He goes by the name Jagger. He was under Lorenzo's control at the time, but Ares is their primary overlord now. I dashed up the stairs and changed into an outfit that was less obvious but more comfy than the previous one. It was about this time that I went down wearing a halter cut shirt with a racerback and black leggings.

Jarek isn't so bad to be around when he isn't trying to be so domineering. However, there are times when I find myself enjoying the Falcon Heir's dominant traits, like in the bedroom when he has me restrained and coming multiple times before he finishes himself. Jarek is a very experienced lover. I'd like to be able to let my guard completely down, but if being around men has taught me anything, it's that they're unpredictable.

Then Dawn tells her to introduce herself, and her soft, innocent voice says, "I'm Ajay." Ezay was right. Never in a million years would Aaron leave her for me. During our next meeting, Ajay shared how fast she learned to cast spells. Ajay's abilities left me intimidated until she said her werewolf was dead. Wide-eyed, I watch Chiara. Dawn is messy, so she instantly tells Ajay that Chiara is a werewolf. Then, once Ajay revealed Jude was an Alpha, I knew I needed Aaron's help ASAP. After several days of lurking near the frat house, Aaron finally appears with Tyler. They exit Aaron's car, and I call, "Aaron!"

--- SCENE 5: THE STORM THRONE POV: Jayce Navarro | Location: Navarro South Dock | Time: 6:45 PM Jayce sat across from Hollow agents in black suits. One passed him a file. Inside—photos of Dante. Zaria. Naomi. Project Hollow. > “You’re not the only one who inherited a lie.” Jayce raised an eyebrow. > “You want me to what?” Agent: “Join forces. Or fall.” Jayce laughed. > “You came into my city. My home. Wearing black. Whispering war. And think I’ll fold?” The agent shrugged.

Jaul POV I kiss my mate quickly. “Irina, right?” “Yes.” “I’m Jaul. Listen to me, I know about Larken. I am working on taking him down. I have to act like I'm indifferent to everything, though.” “You don’t want me, Jaul,” she said with tears in her eyes, “You need to reject me.” “Of course I want you. I need you to wait for me, though. Can you do that?”

I told her, because I had decided she was owed even this, that the night had not only been violence, that I had reclaimed something in my own living room that Derek had spent three years trying to take, and that I was not ashamed of it and was not going to pretend to her that I was. I told her about driving to my mother’s. The three sentences. The investigation. I told her about the tulips, and the door put back on its hinges, and the book moved to the chair, and the photograph with the cleaned frame. I told her about the café and the bookstore and the envelope and the house in Brooklyn Heights. I told her his name. I said: “Marcus Reed. He runs a company called Arbitr AI. It makes the harm-

The solution came from an unexpected source: Kael's son, Jaren. Jaren was perhaps sixteen, with his father's broad shoulders and his mother's quiet, intelligent eyes. He had inherited his father's strategic mind but lacked the bitterness that had poisoned it. Since Kael's death and the revelations of his betrayal, Jaren had withdrawn, throwing himself into his training with a grim intensity that worried everyone. He was a closed book, filled with a pain too complex for his years. He was also, I had noticed, a keen observer of the comings and goings outside the healing hall. He watched the procession of pack members bringing their problems to me, his expression unreadable.

It was a city. But a city in a war zone needed an army, and Baraka Juma was rapidly running out of time to build one. "Again!" Baraka’s voice boomed across the training floor—a massive, sunken circle of packed dirt in the center of the new cavern. In the ring, Jabari wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. The nineteen-year-old former assassin took a deep breath, his skin instantly shifting from its natural brown to the jagged, highly reflective black glass of his mutation.