Descendants 2 Jay Novels & Stories

Jay asked rubbing his head like that little file hurt him. “X alert! Now you will help me get him back to the city he belongs to!” Mayra replied packing up her stuff. “See you tomorrow Rohan!” Mayra greeted her assistant leaving her office with Jay. “You want me to explode his mansion? I will do that with my all heart you know, I envy it!” Jay said chuckling and Mayra gave him a proud pat on his shoulder. “Wao! Go for it and then what? Plant a bomb in his office? Kill thousands of people?” Mayra answered raising one brow.

I understood that she instinctively felt jealous because he had liked me. "Well, Jay is a hunter. A descendant of the original five hunters, which means he's stronger than most," she explained, looking at Jay, who seemed pained. Everything clicked into place now, which is why Heath seemed so confident that Manon and Jay could never be together. Jay wasn't just any ordinary hunter. He was a descendant of the original hunters we learned about in high school history class. They were vicious, merciless, and intense. I felt a pang of sadness for him, but I was happy that he finally knew the truth. Manon wasted no time telling him, unlike me, who had been dancing around it.

Sebastian was the one who spoke. “Like money, and I like money,” Jaydeb smiled, feeling a warmth in his chest as he took in the presence of his grandparents. The years apart had been tough, but they were here, and that mattered more than anything. He imagined he and Zendaya together after so many years and growing old together. That sounded like a well-fulfilled life. The evening continued with laughter, food, and dancing. But as the night wore on, Jayden found his thoughts drifting to a different place , the abandoned mansion, the one that had been his sanctuary. The one he shared with Zendaya.

We made it halfway down the stairs before Dad Jay appeared at the bottom, arms crossed, eyes sharp and curious and already jumping to conclusions. He looked at Jane. He looked at me. Then back at Jane. “So,” he said slowly, lips twitching. “Are you two dating.” I almost missed a step. Jane did not even blink. She tilted her head, looked him dead in the eye, and smiled. “Do you think I am good enough for your son.” Silence. Then Dad Jay laughed, loud and delighted, like he had just been handed his favorite kind of chaos. “Oh,” he said happily. “I like her.”

ONE YEAR LATER JAYDEN'S POV "I'll really miss the three of you." I say, looking down at the three graves belonging to Jakob, Lillian, and Leonardo Williams. "I didn't know that I could feel at peace after your death, but in a way, you leaving me brought Jada to me." I say as I sit in front of the middle grave, Leo's. It had been my mother's idea to leave the space in between, and at the time, I disagreed, thinking how it was selfish to think that Leo would occupy that space someday.

“Damn, Dean. Who knew you had game? You actually got Miss Boring to suck you off.” “Oh, I’ve got her to do more than that.” Dean grinned at her, and she knew her morning was about to be full of their cocks. Her pussy throbbed at the idea. “You should have seen the welts I left on her ass last week. Oh, and I’ve bent her over this desk plenty of times, taking that fat ass of hers while she begged for it.” Jared nodded, his lips pressed into an impressed line. “Well, I can’t wait to see what else we can make her do.” He motioned at her with an uplift of his chin. “Now, let’s see the goods.”

he confessed. "One?" Kad's eyes sharpened, his surprise palpable. "She sated you?" Jay snorted. "You know that is impossible; she is not my blood host or my mate." "Surprised me, too. I was thinking maybe you've got a new bloodhost. "Kad stated in a light tone with a hint of mockery "Brat," Jay muttered, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Ancestor." Jay’s jaw dropped. "Coming from an almost five hundred-year-old? That is just wrong, and you know it."

𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘱𝘰𝘴𝘦? He secretly cursed Vardhan for his long did action of just whisking Maya away, maybe he didn't have much choice back then, or maybe he was the one who killed the criminal who had her? Jay shook his head at that, he knew Vardhan was a cleaner but he would never harbor any child with himself. He was far too irresponsible for doing that or maybe he felt the connection with the orphan child; he must've seen his own childhood in her so maybe, he decided to take the little one in. Regardless, she was his apprentice and he treated her more or less like a punching bag who fought, clawed and growled back like a tigress. He had o