Ej X Jeff Novels & Stories

She turns herself around as she found herself a vacant table, with her eyes still on me, I focused on the next customer in line and tried not to mind Elaine who was sitting right in front of the counter. Hi, my name is Sef Janessa Addison. Well people around me call me Jeff, and I really don't know why, they have their reasons though. They said Sef sounds like a man's name while Janessa is too long, and so they stick up with Jeff (which totally makes me sound and look like a brute). I'm attending Jameson University, which is where everyone is an elite. Sometimes I really feel like I don't belong there but for my dream, I've learned to deal with it. Cinderellas of today do not rely on their P

A teacher at one of Trite State Area's most popular private schools "Continue? Are you insane? Amiyah died, and soon we will too! You may also die in one of the challenges! This is not an ordinary show! This is fucking hell! " A bald man, Jaxx Vazquez, yelled at them. He is a licensed teacher with a major in Physical Education and is currently taking a master's degree. "Only one of us will survive, and that is the winner of this stupid fucking show!"

I warned “I understand sir. No harm would come to her on my watch” he promised before hanging up. I believe him which is the reason I entrusted him with Alexia's safety. Most persons, including Alexia, thinks Jeff is just a driver. What they don't know is that Jeff is a retired army officer and he now works as undercover as a private bodyguard.

… Within the range of eight to ten minutes, a military green jeep came flying over, and when it moved, it brought specks of dust along the road. The front passenger door opened up, and Jax walked out of the jeep. Jax was seven feet tall. He had a strong, built body. His expression was stern, and he was entirely different from Darls Collymore. There was a flair of arrogance in his demeanor. He wore camouflage attire, and the camouflage shirt was tucked into his brown belt at his waist. His two long legs were straight and proud. He wore a pair of riding boots on his feet. With every step that he took, the riding boots left a deep footprint in the mud.

Matt said with conviction. D.J. and Dex looked at each other. “Yo, man, what the fuck he is talking about?” D.J. asked Dex. “I don’t know,” Dex said with shock. “Joseph Jetsen,” Matt said. “Who?” D.J. asked in a high-pitched tone. “You probably know him as Joe. Skinny guy, messy hair, liked smoking his own supply from time to time,” Matt explained. D.J.’s head fell back. “Ah man, he’s dead, isn’t he?”

"How did I not see you walking around the campus? I walk everywhere!" "It is a really giant school, Emma," Jeff laughed again. "Plus, I am an exchange student. I have been taking special classes in a different building across the campus." "That is so cool," I smiled. "What level are you in?" "I am in the exact same level as you," Jeff said proudly. "We are in the same year." "That is amazing!" I clapped my hands together. "We can study for the big final examinations together!" "I would really love that," Jeff smiled warmly. "I have missed my best childhood friend."

“Precision takes time.” “Bullshit takes longer.” I glanced at him. “What?” “You’re distracted.” “I’m thinking.” “About the school thing?” “Partly.” Jax took a sip from his coffee cup. “You handled that pretty well.” “Wasn’t complicated.” “You publicly embarrassed her cheating ex-husband mistress and a suburban queen.” “She started it.” “Still counts as a win.” Across the garage, Elijah rolled his bike forward. “You didn’t come here to celebrate,” he said without looking up.

Exelle "Hey," Jules greeted me with a warm smile as soon as her eyes met mine upon entering the grand entrance of the hall. Jules has been my friend since our high school days, and her creative talent as an interior designer always left me in awe. We shared a history, just like Sam, and she knew about the profound struggles I had faced in the past. Time seemed to have stood still for Jules; he still possessed that porcelain rosy skin and a perfectly slim physique, resembling a true deity. It was undeniable that he had inherited his mother's striking features, Aunt Juliean.

Okay, they are the people who really wants to become rich and here we are trying hard to become one. “Dex, please get my laptop on my study table.” She nodded at me and Jeoff just give me a look. No comment. He continued talking to Jay. They already look twins because they are always together and and talking at each other. They are together for how many hours in one day. Are they not tired of seeing each other? I aw Jeoff’s phone on, Meaning her hot spot is open. Dex go down with my small laptop. Color pink and it is obvious that it just made local. I can just really encode in here and for Jeoff it is only a trash.

Her expression held the calm neutrality of a therapist who had heard every confession and judged none of them. Elijah did not trust her. He never had. The wolf stirred, uneasy. The door opened. Jaxon walked in. Elijah's breath caught before he could stop it. Jaxon wore black jeans torn at one knee and a dark green sweater that made his eyes look almost hazel in the fluorescent light. His curls were wild, as if he had run his hands through them too many times. He looked tired. He looked beautiful. Their eyes met. Jaxon's expression shifted into something Elijah could not name. Relief, maybe. Or recognition.