Agent Jareau Novels & Stories

Wilder. “He’s not just a child,” Kael said. “He’s a weapon. Or a key. Maybe both.” Aria swallowed. “And that thing out there… it knew him. It came for him.” Kael pushed himself upright, ignoring the pull in his side. “It’s not done.” Aria’s jaw tightened. She brushed a hand over Storm’s tiny arm, as if to anchor herself. “Then neither are we.” The door creaked open. Jarek stepped inside, mud still streaking his boots, hair damp from the mist. His sharp eyes scanned the room, lingering for half a beat on Kael and Aria before he cleared his throat.

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.

He teased, pulling her into him. She pouted, hiding her face in his chest. “I just couldn’t help but wonder what you two had to discuss. So, what do you plan to do?” He shrugged, caressing her thigh. “First, I need the bastard who keeps indulging Dawn before I decide on what to do next.” Just then, his phone message notification beeped. Jay had sent him all he needed to know about the snitch. He works at the Remington Hospital sperm bank. Jace hissed. “His job must be frustrating if he tries so hard to sell a patient out.”

I realized some details from them, but I can't be certain how much of it is true and which of it is false. “The three of them own and run the entertainment company we auditioned for, and their company is known as JAR, which stands for Jon, Adrian, Raven. The three of them are J.A.R.” She added as she pointed to the three men in the picture. “He is Jon Axel Smith, the CFO or the Chief financial officer. He manages the finance team. He is the daughter of major general Howard Smith and his mother is a member of the WEO or women empowerment organization. And this one on the right side is Raven Ralph David, the COO or Chief operating officer of the JAR company. He is the son of the richest busine

He was just about to turn into the corridor that led to the Fourth’s, when a figure stepped out of the stairway just ahead. Perfect, thought Jester. Just the guy I wanted to run into. “You two look good together,” said Commander Garret. He was one of the nine Special Agents the AG had, and before Jester showed up, he was considered as the top Agent on the AG’s unofficial Anomaly slayer leaderboard. Not surprising since he was the TWMO’s Rank 2 among the Most Dangerous Gifted. He was also the Third Special Unit’s Commander. A gravity-manipulator, with the charm to pull anyone in. And an ego that made Jester wonder if the man fancied himself the sun just because he shared a bit of its power.

"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.

--- 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?”

AJ who did his homework and made sure to know the ins and the outs of anybody who walked through their doors. Paul… Paul Damion… Undercover agent. Sent to bring them down. Did the feds think he was stupid? Did they honestly believe that they could put one on him? What a fucking joke… The first thing that AJ did when he met Paul was run a check on him. He was a hard one to crack. It wasn’t until later in the game that AJ figured out what the go was. He had almost believed that Paul was the way to go, that he was a solid man who would die for you…

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously