Charlie Hunnam As Jax Teller 소설 & 이야기

"Xander, ~Now that you know the truth… As your savior, I could only wish one thing… … Please, let me go!~ -Hannah"

I couldn't imagine how the hell he had even stayed alive this long without knowing that shit. "Hey, isn't that our buddy?" Sara asked, and pointed at the TV screen. "It looks an awful lot like Charlie. What's happening? Jaxon, turn up the volume on that thing! I want to see!" I obliged, mostly since I couldn't fucking believe what I was seeing. It was our old pal, wearing bracelets. And not the kind you buy your girl at Tiffany's. Stupid cocksucker.

Jaxton’s lips moved as he spoke next, "Come closer, Chandler. Tell me all of it." "All of it? You want me to repeat all of it?" I was surprised by how direct Jaxton was being towards me. He wasn't being polite anymore. "I won't ask for details if you aren't willing to share yours with me. But now that I'm the one responsible for the fate of Charlene, then I need to know. That's all. Nothing else is necessary."

Although he is here for different reasons, he has a strong feeling of deja-vu. Xander takes Charlie as a role model, as his success story is one to be heard. He started off as a worker at a vineyard to owning his own vineyards. So when Charlie called the meeting, he had to oblige. "Son," Charlie announces his presence as he walks into the room dragging an oxygen tank behind him. Xander turns and the first thing he notices is the oxygen and Charlie can see. Charlie lets out a low laugh, "Don't worry about it, I still have plenty live in me." He walks over the seat across to Xander.

Why didn’t it register to me? Crawling towards Jax apologising for shooting him which will never be enough he told me it’s okay and he was reassuring me while he was dying that he doesn’t hate me or blame me. Why is he so kind, even now? He should be mad. Just as his last words hit my ears I fell, I was paralysed, I couldn’t speak or move. “Jax she made a deal with Ariel” Tommy said when he saw Jax looking at my lifeless body on the floor.

Friends made in heaven. "Ooh and who are these people who can bear you?" He looked amused at the idea of me having friends other than them. How pathetic! "Well, ever hear of Spencer Taylor, River Mancore, Justin McClain, Blake Sanders-" his jaw drops. " And Zac Reynold-" "Zac?" He shouted out. "I warned him to stay away. That bastard." He mumbled to himself but I was a sharp listener. "Why?" I was really confused to his reaction. Charlie is an audience guy. He loves to mingle with people. Does he have bad experience with Zac. Jake hated Blake. Now Charlie dislikes Zac. Charlie looks up to me.

"I just blocked her because I was not going to engage in that conversation, which, by the way, was 100% facts. I'd really want to see.....I stopped my thoughts before they strayed any further. "I'm Casper, and before you go any further, please don't involve me in this, I love living.Unlike some people," he narrows his eyes at Blondie, who still has that evil look on his face. 'Jax! His name is Jax, Taylor' my inner girl, states facepalming herself, and like always, I just ignore her. Seeing that he won't be much fun, I turn my attention back to blon....I mean Jax. I walk over to him, maintaining eye contact with Cain, and I swear I could see smoke coming out of his ears and nostrils at how f

The news anchor continued speaking with dramatic urgency: “In a shocking video posted just hours ago, Jax Harrington, heir to the Harrington empire, is seen standing on the edge of a rooftop, tearfully confessing his undying love for Maya Desmond. He begged her publicly to reach out, stating she was the only one who could save him. Sources say he was pulled back safely, but the video has gone massively viral…” My phone started ringing almost immediately. Mom. Then Dad. Multiple calls back to back. I stared at the screen, frozen, until Tristan’s hand gently took the phone from me and answered on speaker.

Jax’s face was a mask of grim determination, but his eyes betrayed the storm of emotions raging beneath the surface. Marcus coughed weakly, blood flecking his lips as he struggled to speak. “Jax… knew more than he told you,” he rasped, eyes locking onto Elara with desperate intensity. “The notebook. The bait plan. It wasn’t just to draw them out. He made deals. With Diego. With others. To protect himself first.” The words landed like grenades, blowing apart what little trust Elara had managed to rebuild.