Fanart Jax Novels & Stories

Jax tells her making Lauren laugh. I love seeing her happy. The joy radiating from her always fills me with contentment. I watch as she chats with our son. Now that Blanca has accomplished her mission she runs to the other kids. Jax now, fifteen, is towering over his mother. He is five foot eight to his mother’s five foot one. He is starting to buff up. Every day he works out and I personally train him. Given he is not of Alpha blood, he won’t be the next Alpha. That position will remain Colton’s.

he cheekily replied and I felt like spanking his ass till it cried rainbow tears, mostly red. "What an asshole !” Jax sulked, especially after finding out who his mate was, or rather who his Father in Law was. Hint: He had Fathers In Law and one of them was Ty ! The other one not so good. Haha. "Hey Samantha ! Can you do me a small, tiny, little, minor, diminutive favour ?” Jax asked. "Looks like you ate the thesaurus,” I chuckled. “We got a nerd alert here,” I teased and got a raised finger in response.

The air still scent like her. Jax’s footsteps pull me out of my head. He’s now close as he steps on the balcony and waits for my approval. “Speak.” I don’t move an inch. “It’s something you need to see, boss.” He says after a brief hesitation. Slowly, I turn to face him, still holding my pressure ball. He closes the gap and stretches out his phone. On the screen is a sharp image of a lady with an area of her back deeply carved with a knife, creating an everlasting tattoo. The deep wound is gushing blood.

“GET THOSE MOTHERFUCKERS!” Jax shouted, his AK forty-seven roaring to life and kicking back with such brutal force that it caused his arms to jerk upwards as he walked to the car that had now slowed down to get a better shot. His other henchmen moved with him, shooting against the car.

I never imagined – even for once in my life – that I would ever see someone literally rip another person’s heart out. I couldn’t even stand watching gory films. Having to see something like that in person felt like far more than I could handle. Pitchy lost no time in shutting his mouth and sparing us the annoying sound of his voice. “Never touch what’s mine. Sofia Claremont is mine. Whoever harms her answers to me. Understood?” Derek growled. Pitchy nodded. “Of course, y-your M-Majesty.”

He gets angry when we call him a fairy. “The fire pit is roaring and mo gra sent me to come to fetch your arses for drinking games,” Jaxson says with a faint Irish lilt to his otherwise Texan accent. His manic jade eyes are shining from underneath his blood-red curls and a wicked smirk on his angular face. He claps his hands three times, bouncing on his toes as he does so. “Chop. Chop. Kiddies! This is an order. Think of it as a bonding exercise,” he says gleefully shooing us all with his hands.

" You don't get to be lazy right now!" *** When Jax walks in taking up the entire freaking door way, it was only a time before the anxiety between the small family of refugees hit the roof. He's there tall, big and staring, completely innocent, while I'm sure he looks nothing of the sort. That's the thing with Jax. On the outside he's meancing, the flame tattoo on his arm doing very little to convince anyone that he's harmless; especially with those bulging arms of his. But when he opens his mouth it's a different story. I'm not saying he's stupid, far from it. Jax is kind, too kind sometimes.

Emilia offered, watching him carefully. “No,” Jax growled, pouring another drink. “He needs to be married to Francia. They’ll make a good family. He’s just being reckless. This whole engagement is a fucking mistake.” Emilia studied his face for a long moment, sensing the deeper rage behind his words. She stepped around the bar and placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, her voice dropping into a seductive whisper. “Jax… you’re so wound up. I can help you forget all this stress. All you need to do is, Fuck me.”

Jax said, pulling out a chair for Candy who sat with a rigid, practiced grace that suggested she was wearing more than just a bikini under her wrap. "So, Dante, I brought something for the occasion, a little something to bridge the gap between our friendship and our shared interests, if you know what I mean," Jax said, sliding a small, black plastic remote across the table toward me while he kept his eyes locked on Roxie’s heaving chest.

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