Fanart Jax Novels & Stories

Slap! The car door opened, and Dennis Parker kicked Jax Hamilton out of the car and then swiftly closed the door. Jax rolled on the ground for a moment. His head bumped against the road curb and instantly bled. His face was swollen, and his clothes were tattered. The corners of his eyes were constantly twitching, and his expression was extremely resentful. After a while, he took out his mobile phone and dialed a number. “Second Brother, I have decided to assist you in moving to the upper position, but I only have one request. I want to kill Harvey York…”

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pulling Godiva protectively to his chest. Godiva fought the rising panic in her heart, as Alpha Jax stood up. With the sides of his hair shaven and the middle held in a bun with the tattoo of a sword on his right arm, his appearance scared her. Luckily, before Alpha Jax spoke again, Alpha Brick decided to break from his apron string, taking over the mantle.

I said. Jax turns to his parents “ Please, can I? I’ll be quick.” Merigold nods and Axel says “ Sure buddy. Show us what you got.” Jax takes off towards the center of the rink. I see Axel take out his phone to record Jax. I just lean against the wall and watch. I watch Jax do a few small circles around the center of the rink before he gets into position. He starts to spin, standing first then shrinks down until he is almost a ball. He spins three times before he stands up again. When he stops he is beaming so bright I almost have to cover my eyes.

He must realize it because he steps back and resumes his guard duties with the sour expression now painted on his face. "Jax's," Kara shouts and pumps her fist in the air. This receives cheers from the crew. Jax's is an underground bar that serves the worst hooch in the Federation. We get paid in credits and Jax's place charges fewer than most out of the disreputable establishments and it's where you go to get seriously drunk. If no one dies of alcohol poisoning tonight, I'll consider this visit a success.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

I threw everything I could to distract him so he would not come near me. Even in the dark, I saw how his eyes were intently staring at me. All of my distractions towards him are nothing because his motives are so clear. Damn, how will I escape this weirdo? "Who the fvck are you?" Panting, I said. "You know me, Fajra." I don’t know why I sensed a hint of pain in his tone. "I said I don’t fvcking know you!" I screamed, and the wind blew again. The bright moonlight passed through the windows, and that tiny source of light provided a great view of his eyes. I don’t know if it’s just dark, but I saw hurt and sadness in his eyes.

"Absolute fucking bullshit. Get me all worked up and then just—what? Leave me here to suffer? That's just cruel. That's—" The door bangs open with enough force to make me jump, and I barely have time to lift my head before I hear Jax's voice, bright and amused and entirely too cheerful for someone who's about to witness me in the throes of sexual frustration. "Holy shit, is that—? Oh man, this is even better than I thought. Guys! GUYS! You have got to see this! Frankie’s so fucking horny."

Ben followed, wearing bright neon green short shorts, a salmon pink tank top that said #DadBodInProgress, and a neon orange fanny pack slung proudly across his waist like a championship belt. Jax followed, his usual broody Lycan energy completely undone by a pair of electric blue dolphin-hem shorts, a tie-dye tank with a cat DJ-ing on it, and a matching banana-yellow visor tilted to the side. Tyler emerged next with mirrored sunglasses, pastel purple shorts so short they should’ve been illegal, and a tank top that read Suns Out, Guns Out over an image of flexing flamingos. His fanny pack was glittery. Glittery.

"I saved the spot. Ryan was going to-" "I don't care about Ryan!" Jax snapped, his eyes snapping open. They were dark, reflecting the passing streetlights. "I care about the scouts. I care about getting out of this town. Do you know what happens to me if the Falcons get hit with a fraud scandal? I’m done. My name is tied to yours." "So report me then. Get it over with."