Chris Janson Novels & Stories

Kade growls warningly but the blonde just laughs. "Don't be like that, I just thought you'd like to know who's going to be looking after your mate when you're dead." Kade turns towards him and the guy just lifts a gun, pointing it straight at my forehead and carries on talking as though he isn't. "I'm Jeff by the way. You've got to tell me, is she a good fuck? I've seen you two at it a couple of times and I've got to say, she looks like she knows what she's doing. I don't mind a bit of dominance between the sheets. I'm thinking she could ride me all night long, what do you reckon?"

Mason smiled and nodded. "Jason, I love...." Before Mason could finish the door burst open. "He's the rat!" Chris called, aiming a gun straight at Jason's head. Immediately Mason jumped away from Jason as if he had burnt him. "Don't tell me your working with him. Please don't tell me your working with him." Chris almost begged at Mason. Mason mutely shook his head as he watched people swarm his flat. Quickly pointing a gun at Jason who struggled to back away. "You have no proof! I didn't do anything!" Jason protested.

Twat bag two says. "If the boss doesn't get his hands on her before that pup is born then he is going to end us!" Twat bag one growls "What are you ladies gossiping about in here?" Warrior Johnathan walks into the room and I can't help the shiver that runs down my spine. Something feels off. "We were just talking about how we're going to get this bitch out of here without those pricks realizing." Twat bag one says causing my whole body to run cold. Warrior Jonathan is in on whatever it is that their up to, But why? He came across as a good guy and incredibly loyal to this pack but this... what he's doing now... it just doesn't make sense.

He stood up from the chair he sat on and Walk away from the Long table. He pace about for more than five minutes before he finally walk towards the chair he sat on earlier and lowered himself unto it frustratedly. " We can't do this without Maximo Santino's help. He is the right man for the job " " Do you think he would agree on it? " Santana asked with his face twitched in confusion. " I can't be sure. I have never meet this man in person. All I Heard about him was that he is as handsome as he is sadistic and he is on his way here as we speak " Mattia responded stunning his two colleagues again.

I asked, hoping I remembered his name right. "Livie showed me pictures of him holding his grandbabies. From what I know, he's about four hundred years old, and he looks like he's in his forties. If he was human, of course." I said, stating the obvious, making her chuckle. "Yeah. No kidding. Did you know he's best friends with the king of our region? The guy is what... three thousand years old! He looks like he's in his early thirties. And my goddess, he's so freaking sexy!" she says, making me chuckle.

I honestly don't think my heart could beat for another. "Hey Tess, you gonna dust that picture all day?" I heard Jaxon laugh. " No Jax!" I rolled my eyes and set the picture down. Jaxon is Chris's cousin, also one of my best friends. He's a very handsome werewolf with light brown hair, green eyes, and a smile like sunshine.As he walked behind me I got a snap notification from Chris. He was sitting in his car with Samantha, his good friend who happens to be a witch he met on campus, both smiling with the text saying road trip. I snapped back with Jax making a funny face over my shoulder telling them to have fun. and stay safe.

“Where are you going?” “Shit,”Ethan curses under his breath. He takes a breath, composing himself, then turns around. “Duncan, I need to speak with James.” The man in the doorway is shorter than Ethan, and has blond hair scraped into a bun. He’s wearing a blue tartan kilt—so he’s not one of Ethan’s clan. He grins, then gestures behind him. “Come inside,” he says. Ethan pauses for a beat before he sighs. He heads back toward the door, his hand still clasped around mine.

Elianna rushed all the way to the kitchen door and exclaimed, "Jayson!" In the spacious kitchen, Jayson had clearly taken control. Jayson, the eldest of her four brothers, was not only the tallest but also the most fit. Standing at 1.92 meters, his physique was the result of both natural gift and years of hard training as a special forces soldier. His features were sharp, with a chiseled jaw, piercing eyes, and a high nose. After years of rigorous duty, his fair skin had been replaced with a healthy, tanned glow.

Piper. I gape at him, caught off guard by the arrogance lacing his words. “No,” I snap, recovering. “The CEO got me this dress. Who the hell is Santa anyway? I’ve never heard of such a name.” His grin falters just a little, but he quickly recovers, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Santa,” he repeats, his tone dripping with mockery, “is an Alpha who can grant your every wish. But I suppose if you’d rather believe it was the CEO…”

The groans of the injured echoed faintly against the marble walls. And in the middle of it, him. Nolan. Standing tall, chest heaving, blood soaking his shirt. His eyes were still sharp, searching the room as though he refused to let his guard down even now. He was tending to a few who are wounded. He was taking care of them, making sure that they were all right. He was helping out with lifting anything that was heavy. But I saw it. The way his left shoulder hung wrong. The deep gash along his collarbone, still dripping. He was doing his best not to show, but I knew that it hurts him. I had seen the way the rogue bit him.