Clary And Jace Novels & Stories

He begged her. “No, no, no. I’m done, Ace.” She breathed out a sigh. “So you better get the trash that you’re calling your mate out of my house before I cause a damn scene.” Her eyes were cold and hard. “I’m leaving,” Clary said as she tried to hold back tears. She walked towards the door but JJ won’t let her past him. “Get out of my way.” “No,” He replied. “Get out of my way!” Her voice broke and the tears she was holding fell from her eyes.

“Forget it? That’s because you’re weak. That’s why he can walk all over you, you’ll always come running back like a little bitch.” Clara’s fists clenched, rage boiling inside her. Her breath grew heavier, but before she could speak, Jace’s hand squeezed hers harder, holding her in place and urging her not to fight. Linda tilted her head, her smile nearly as bad as her words. “For your information, Clara, Jace didn’t show up that night because he had someone better.” She paused deliberately, letting the words sink in. “Better in bed, I mean.” "No," Marla gasped as her hand flew to her mouth. Bernard just stood frozen to the spot with his eyes wide.

Dear Readers, From this point, i will continue writing the sequel of the book "The claim of his Claws.." in the same book series as "THE BETA'S CONQUEST.." In this sequel, a part of beta Lance's story will be highlighted after his abandoning of the pack. His struggles from the heartbreak and post traumatic stress disorder that he suffered after his beloved mate died. Will there be another chance for Lance or will he destroy everything coming in his ways? Will he be able to control his dark side or let it go and become a rogue Werewolf wandering in the world.

I sucked a sharp breath in. I turned on my heels, coming face to face with a smirking Jace Storme, Mr. Popular. His stark blue eyes matched his lips--they were playful and daring. And in his left hand was a wad of gray and yellow that I knew too well. I cursed at myself for ever bringing those stupid things to school. Jace took a step forward, dropping the fabric in my hand. I clenched my fist around it, not wanting it to fall again. I gave Jace a sheepish smile and turned around. I hadn't even taken two steps when Jace said, "And Max...."

It's about Scarlet. I watched Jace's brow twitch. It was at that moment that I knew I had his full attention. "What about Scarlet… Do you know?" He asked, indignation clear in his tone. I didn't know where it was coming from but I sure as hell understood there was a little bit of strife between Jace and Scarlet. I didn't know how deep it was yet, but I didn't mind poking around. Scarlet, Scarlet, watch how I destroy what you most care about.

I lowered my gaze, shying away from his intense gaze. He gently cupped my cheeks, running and caressing his thumb over my lower lip. Before I could tell my left from my right, he pulled my face closer until our lips met. Hot. Ravenous. ★ By the time I took my seat besides the triplets, a handful of affluent lycans had gathered. This was a feast. Cuisines lay on tables, arranged and set for the grand occasion.

"Oh my god Bree!" "Ekhm..no worries" I turn my back around to give her some privacy and I'm about to go upstairs when I freeze. "Alex? Are you back? Are the seniors back from the trip?" "Yup! I'm back. Your life just got better!" I roll my eyes at that but shit that means Jia is also back. I walk upstairs deep in thought until I...fuck. In front of me Jace and fucking Clare is making out. At least they have clothes. I walk into my room and close the door quickly. "What is with everyone today?!!?!??"

“Oh my Goddess, she is your mate, is she not?” I pressed my lips together, closed my eyes, and exhaled. I had not wanted anyone to know yet. I still had Draven and the council to deal with, and I needed to keep Clara safe. But keeping something like this hidden from everyone around me was nearly impossible, especially when Clara was my mate. “Yes, she is my mate,” I said, lowering my voice so no one else would overhear. Jasmine straightened her shoulders, tugged her shirt higher to cover her chest, and stared at the floor. “Sorry, I did not know. If I had, I would not have … um, switched into your class or, um …”