Aries Jones Novels & Stories

JAX I want to tear this dude’s fucking face off right now. It’s taking everything I have to hold my wolf at bay while I keep him pinned against the wall by the throat, trying to piece together in my mind what the fuck just happened. This guy is a reserve squad recruit- I think his name is Tommy or Tony or something? And I could’ve sworn he was dating Quinn’s friend from Stillwater, so why the hell would he be putting the moves on Quinn?

Jones slowly flicks her eyes up to me again, this time with an eyebrow raised in an expression that asks was that really necessary? "This is hopeless. Unless she starts talking, we're never going to be able to get these guys." "You'd better not be thinking about charging in there again and making an ass of yourself." Jones is still mad about what I said to Tajya yesterday. "I may have been a little harsh, but she needed to hear it." "No," she says, folding her arms across her chest. "You don't get to treat her like

After what she said I noticed the slight tension in the eyes of Jones, he seemed kind of unusual around her. I opened my mouth to speak, wanting to accept her suggestion but Jones interrupted me by holding my hand and pulling me out of the room. The brunette lady followed behind us. Her face was seething. "The fuck are you doing, turning your back on me after I traveled all the way from Noracia just see your ugly face and this is what you do? You even brought a lady here to fuck the shit of her while your damn job swivels hopelessly. I have always known you were incompetent and that I deserve this more than you do...but ohhh! What would they say if they find out what you do? Sleeping with a

I walked towards the staircase, leaving Anysia alone. Watching Jones stride confidently up the porch steps, my pulse quickened. He was a towering presence, standing over six feet tall, with a stern look and an intense gaze. His steel grey eyes twinkled with amusement as his eyes met mine, and his neatly groomed hair and thick eyebrows gave him an imposing appearance. Dressed sharply in a shining white suit and polished black oxford shoes that squeaked slightly against the floorboards, Jones loved to wear white, a contrast to his dark heart.

"Let the bastard come." Jones knocks on the front door. Bright lets him in and glares. Jace and Sia are in front of Ash and Sia, Win is off to the side a bit. The other man reluctantly pulls Jia to the side with his arm around her waist to show that she's with him and he won't let Jones upset her. Ash stays in front of Sia and Pandora. "You do know I'm not going to hurt the baby right? I just want to see her then I'm on my way." Ash moves to kneel beside Sia so that Jones can see the baby. The mother holds her close to her chest protectively.

The grey suit that he was wearing hugged his body perfectly in all the right places and his black hair was styled to perfection. His out stretched hand looked manly but my day dreaming was cut short when I saw the gold ban on his fingers. I smiled while taking his hand and shaking it. He mentioned for me to sit and I did so thanking him. So this was Mr. Jones. “My name is Thomas Jones, I am the personal assistant of Apollo Stone. You came with high recommendations from Lord Christopher, and I do hope you will accept our offer today” so he was a personal assistant and Lord Christopher! what did he mean by Lord Christopher was he talking about Chris? I’d have to ask Sin about some things when

I exhaled slowly, pressing my fingers into my temples. See your doctor soon. The thought landed heavier than it should have. The work phone beeped. Once. Sharp. Controlled. I straightened immediately. “Yes,” I said. “Your meeting with the private investigator is in five minutes,” my chief of staff said. “He’s confirmed.” “Good,” I replied. “I’m on my way.” The line disconnected. Joe Jones. The name still annoyed me. Too ordinary. Too forgettable. The kind of name that slipped through cracks and reappeared where it mattered. I had been told, repeatedly, that he was the best in the city. Not flashy. Not loud. Just thorough.

Everyone knew Amber Sherry was hopelessly in love with me. She would even risk her life for me. I got into a severe car accident to save her. My health never fully recovered. Because I had a rare blood type, she was terrified that something else might happen to me. She found someone with the same blood type and kept him on standby. He would donate blood to me whenever I needed it. I was also hopelessly in love with her. After she gave birth to Aria, I did not care what people thought. We gave her Amber’s last name—Aria Sherry. I did not want her to go through another pregnancy, so I got a vasectomy. Every socialite in our circle was jealous of what we had. On the day of Aria’s baby de

I interrupted, doing my best to hold in a laugh as she gave me the what-the-fuck-are-you-doing stare. “Better than sitting at home, that is, if it’s okay with you Miss Maeve.” Jake flashed an enthusiastic grin before lazily hanging his lanky arm over my shoulder. A low, threatening growl erupted from behind us, sending a shiver down my spine and heat coursing through my core. All three of us turned to meet Julius’ feral eyes, his expression darkening as he took in Jake’s arm that remained on my shoulder. “Maia, a word.” He demanded, turning his back to us.

He raised his hand towards his gun, not enough to cause a panic in Andre, but enough to make a move if he tried anything. “Christy,” Jones released the building tension in his hand with a deep breath, “She is responsible for this. She has this secret,” Andre tried to explain. “You want me to believe your best friend and boss is responsible for killing your ex and other girls you've slept with?” he sighed, “I knew you were a psycho, but I never thought you of this.” Jones turned to leave. “She loves me” just as he was about to shut the door, his brain registered the statement,