Eighteen Ja Huss Novels & Stories

“This is my son, Maddox.” “That explains the similar quiet brooding you both are experts at,” “I’m not brooding.” I say with a scowl, and she chuckles. “Right.” “How long have you been rogue?” Dad asks. “Since I was little.” Jessica pops a shoulder up in indifference. “Like maybe six or seven years old?” “No family?” My dad asks. “Didn’t want me.” She scoffs. “You are pretty open.” I grunt, and she laughs. “I have nothing to hide. I am a rogue through and through. Allen is an idiot who thinks he can control us.”

Hagai said with smiles all over his face. “I prayed this work. We only have this night to work things out as tomorrow, if things went north I might lose my only son.” Jessica mumbled with trembling hands, her eyes soaked with tears. Her son, Jayden must survive through this. He would be the next alpha king. “I would do anything for my nephew, Aunt. You have to rest now so you don't fall sick. It’s cold.” Hagai uttered as he walked to the window to draw the curtain down. Jessica just waved him off with her hands in a cold manner.

STEPMOTHER’S BOY PT 1 Jasper Quill came home from college for summer break. The house felt different now that his dad had married Vivienne. At twenty-three, Jasper was a muscular college athlete with a strong body from years of training. He carried his bags upstairs to his old room. Vivienne Cross was thirty-nine and stunning. She had long red hair, voluptuous curves, and a confident smile that made Jasper’s heart race. She treated him kindly, but he had been secretly attracted to her for months.

Every pause calculated. “They know,” he muttered. No surprise in his voice. Just confirmation. He reached the first entry point. Door slightly ajar. Too easy. His eyes narrowed. “Not a mistake,” he said under his breath. He pushed it open. No alarm. No reaction. That was worse. Because it meant he wasn’t breaking in. He was being allowed in. Keisha stepped closer to the table without realizing it. Her eyes stayed locked on the screen. “He shouldn’t be here,” she said.

"You're going back this afternoon?" "Yes, Father," Jenna nodded. "We really want to." "Mmm-hmm." Sienna added. "I certainly think you should visit your father as much as possible. And you haven't told anyone about this?" "No, no-one." Jenna said seriously. "And you haven't, Sienna?" "Nnnn-nnn." She denied. "You're a very good girl." Lucas told her. She really was, especially since the beautiful blonde eighteen year old was completely naked, kneeling between his bare legs and sucking his cock. She had gotten very good at it, pumping him into her throat energetically.

he says, grinning. “How many is multiple?” she asks, frowning. “More than one, less than a lot,” he says, aggravating her even more. “Are you ready to finish hooking up the security system?” “I want a number,” she says stubbornly. “At sixteen?” He looks thoughtful for a moment. “Nine.” “Right when you turned sixteen or before your turned seventeen?” Yana asks. “Before I turned seventeen.” “You realize you’re poking the bear, right?” I ask Hijack. “You’re literally standing here and creating a monster of biblical proportions.”

Sexy? I wasn't sure, but the numbers some creators pulled in made my eyes widen. If I could just push through the shame, maybe I could save her. My name's Jenna, 24, with curves that always turned heads but never paid the bills. Long auburn hair, full breasts that strained against any top, and hips that swayed without trying. I set up the account that afternoon, username 'Jenna Lusts', profile pic a teasing shot of me in lingerie. 'Helping a girl out...join the fun and make a difference,' I captioned it vaguely. No one needed to know about Mom. Not yet.

I said to him, only trying to escape this whole act. “After an introduction to my daughters, I promise. We have all night my good friend…” He grinned so fakely I wanted to ask if his facial muscles didn't hurt. On cue, a girl with blond hair walked down the spiral staircase. She was wearing combat pants and a stylistic top that looked like it was also designed for combat. “That's our combat girl.” Joanna squealed. “This is my lovely daughter, Jessica.” I lightly shook her hand and smiled for the camera while she did the same.

Among those unwanted things would be me. Jessica is a 1 year younger than me and the beloved daughter of my father and Beth. They view her as the "rightful" daughter since she was born between fated mates. She is beautiful, as much as I wish she looked like a troll, she doesn't. She has short blonde hair that she has in ringlets framing her face. Her almond shaped brown eyes that glared at me as she took another step closer. I study her as she enters my room, step by step. Jessica is taller than me, about 5'6" and much slimmer. Unlike me, who has a full bust and curvy hips, she has neither. She holds herself up high and could easily be a model in a normal human world. Her skin is unnaturally

I whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.