Novel & Cerita Fanart Jax

Jaxon said, laughing. Jacob spoke up, chuckling, “We shouldn’t be using Sable’s, gift for these kinds of things you two.” Jade pouts and Jaxon tries to keep a straight face. “Daddy, please! Just a few minutes. Long enough to put lipstick on and really blue eyeshadow.” I’m laughing at the thought of Jett looking like a clown with that color on him. “That actually sounds funny.” Jade jumped and yipped, “Then it’s settled.”

His jaw was sharp, mouth still flushed from the cold, eyes steady and dark as they locked onto Ryder first, and then shifted to his parents. “Hi,” Jax said, voice calm, easy. “I’m Jax Calloway.” His mom blinked. “Oh,” she said faintly. His dad cleared his throat. “You—play center?” Jax’s mouth twitched. “Yeah. I do.” “We’re—yeah, we’re both centers,” Ryder added, a little too quickly. Jax shot him a brief look, something amused, and then faced forward again, steady. There was another pause. A long one.

The logging chain hanging from his fist dragged across the grating with a sound like a slow apocalypse. "Easy day," Tank said. Jax, who was leaning against the vent beside him, turned and looked at him with the expression of a man who had just heard something that defied medical explanation. Jax was the president of the Revers, and he looked exactly like what that title implied: a man who had fought his way to the top of something dangerous and decided he liked the view. He was broad, scarred along his jawline from a blade fight he had won approximately two and a half seconds before it would have gone the other way, and he carried his dead gear-axe the way other men carried grudges, which is

SLAM. The heavy oak doors of the common room flew open, hitting the stone walls with a crack that made several freshmen jump. Jaxon stormed in, his golden Lycan aura no longer a shimmering sun—it was a jagged, dark storm of orange and black. He looked like a man who had just been dragged through a briar patch and told he liked it.

My knuckles were raw and split open, the dark skin showing where I had smashed Colt's jaw at the tavern earlier that night, but I felt no pain from the injuries. The heavy steel security door let out a sharp electronic click and swung open, the sound echoing off the concrete walls. Jax stepped inside the room, looking completely dead on his feet as he dragged his boots across the floor. His eyes were deeply bloodshot, and heavy black bags hung under his lower lids from staring at lines of glowing green code for six hours straight. He was holding a thick, leather-bound manila folder tightly under his left arm. He walked over to the desk with slow, heavy steps and dropped the folder right in f

She spread her lips for them, showing t‌he creamy mess. “Patheti‍c,” Jax chuckled darkl‌y. “‌Mark’s at work thinking his wife is res⁠ting, and here‌ yo⁠u are—⁠humping f⁠urnitur‌e‌ and begging re‍al men‌ to ruin you more.” ‌

Kian “I hate to break it to you, guys, but we've got a traitor in the club,” Alpha Jax spoke in his gravel-rough voice, his piercing blue eyes ablaze with fury. “One of our own has been pulling all kinds of shady shit, and the elders are all over it,” he growled, scrubbing a hand over his face. “Drugs . . .” He flicked his gaze to me, knowing how much I despised that filth. “Stealing firearms from the docks.” Jax huffed an exhausted sigh.

If I could, I didn't wish he was my and Xavier's son instead of May. Anyways, what about Ruth's baby? I didn't even see her in the mansion. "Wooo ew?" He called me in his cute voice bringing my attention once again to him. "I'm your friend?" I blurt, not knowing what else to say. "Ew mie fan?" he stares at me with a shine of hope in his eyes. An involuntary smile takes over my face. "Yes," "I em Jamets," He said with a wave. "N I too," He added, showing his three fingers.

I entered the house and I figured it would be on fire already, but he was just watching cartoons all snuggled up to a pillow. "Hey Jax, having fun?" I said as I sat next to him. He laid his head on my lap and continued watching cartoons. "I like your house, you're fun." I giggled. "That's good, no one likes a boring person." He smiled. He turned to face me and said, "Mommy never likes to watch cartoons with me. She's always angry at me. She doesn't love me, she sometimes pinches me hard and tells me she will leave if I say something to daddy. "

I had been to the Beta house several times before, but there were always new things; this time, they had the university motto, Fiat Lux, written on the ceiling. "It's Latin," I jumped, almost tripping over my heels and turning. Another piece of information about Jax Jones: he wanted to scare me to death. That night he seemed to shine; he didn't smell of alcohol, just cologne... a very soft and addictive cologne. I wanted to bury my nose in his neck and smell him all night. He was wearing black jeans and a simple gray short-sleeved shirt that showed all the tattoos covering his arms and neck, but I think that wasn't what caught my attention the most. He was smiling! Maybe one of his sluts had