Novel & Cerita Fanart Jax

I mumble against his chest when I glance behind Jax to see the movie credits on the screen, indicating the end we had missed. “Seems I have returned in time, eh, Red?” he speaks to my wolf, and she wags her tail. She likes Jax, more and more every day- probably because he buys me burgers every day since Red told Blue, that Jax’s cold beef sandwich was in love with the garbage bin. Blue laughed and admitted that Scarlette, Jax’s mother, told him the same thing. Jax did not understand what we meant, for to him it tastes fine, he replied.

I saw a lot worse in my line of work, but every time I came across something like this, I couldn't help but feel sad. Jackson was tall, with dirty blond hair bordering to red and freckles scattered all over his cheeks and nose. He had a babyish face. If he was a comic book character, he'd definitely be Archie. The desk across from the bed was flat on the floor, along with papers and stationery which appeared to be scattered everywhere. A black diary was face down.

he childishly defended himself and I couldn’t help myself from smiling at his childlike, mischievous behaviour. “What exactly did you do, Alpha ?” Rob chuckled. “Oh please. You can call me Jax guys,” he rolled his eyes like a teenager. I am beginning to agree with Grandma Zoe that Jax was the most childish of all the sextuplets but in a cool and fun way. “I just felt like making those asses see the harsh reality of the world and it’s deceptive ways,” he chuckled. “What exactly did you do ?” Nick curiously asked.

I whimpered and gulped. He was really going to reject me! "I, Xander, the future... Alpha of the Red Moon, hereby re...ject you, Lena." I watched his breath change. His eyes fluttered constantly, as if he was forcing those words out. My eyes were filled with tears as my heart became so heavy, my teeth were clenched together to force back the loud sob about to escape my lips. His eyes fell on mine, and he looked away sharply. "I, Xander, the future Alpha of the Red Moon Pack, reject you, Lena, as my..." The knife fell off his shivering hand.

The massive Beta slowly sank back down into his leather desk chair and tapped the glowing keyboard. The shadow-network terminal illuminated his face. The soot, dirt, and blood of the Vault had been washed down the drain hours ago, but the deep, heavy lines of pure exhaustion remained. Still, a slow, lethal grin spread across Jax’s clean features as the encrypted message decrypted on the screen. "Well," Jax murmured, his silver eyes flashing with predatory satisfaction. "That didn't take long." Fennigan turned back, crossing his massive arms over his chest as he looked at his brother. "Who?"

Jax Kingston and Junior-Agent-Nobody-Who-Will-Never-Be-a-Real-Agent-Now Spar Outside Arena; Kingston Throws Perfectly Good Iced Coffee All Over Douchebag. I drag one chair out from the desk and sit down. She doesn't take the one next to me. Instead, she paces the small length of the room, her hips swaying, the hem of her pencil skirt brushing her thighs. I try not to watch. "Why, Jax?" She stops pacing and faces me. Her expression is cold, but there's heat underneath. "You're already in trouble with the team. A viral clip of you nailing a fan with a large iced coffee is not going to help anything."

the young Alpha pleaded. “Say I love you too back, Joy and get your pansy drama over with. You still got rascals to fight and deal with, and don’t make me complain to mom that the perfect sextuplet was getting “it” on with her mate in the war zone,” Jax teased and threatened. “If you want my forgiveness, Lex then kill him,” Joy said while pointing at Jax and then glared at her punk of a brother for sporting two brazenly noticeable middle fingers at her.

Her broken jaw was completely healed now and she felt no trouble with it. Alpha Marcus was an arrogant man. He was also a pervert. It was his perverted nature that made him have his basement soundproofed. Adrienne had no doubt that the crash she had made would not be heard by the inhabitants of the floors above. Her only problem was the guards standing right outside.

The sound of skin slapping skin and low, guttural groans was the constant soundtrack to the night shift. Then Jax Rivera a twenty five years old with lean muscle rolled onto the block carrying enough ego to get himself killed within an hour. He had a smart mouth and eyes that didn't drop when Kane walked past. He was beautiful in a way that felt like an insult to the gray concrete around them.

“You’re fucked, man. She’ll never give it up.” But Jax loved a challenge. Jax Harlan was the complete opposite of Grace. At twenty-three, with messy dark hair that seemed to cover his piercing blue eyes, a lean muscular build gotten from working at the local auto shop, and snake tattoos across his arms and chest, Jax was trouble. He rode a black motorcycle through the streets and always smoked behind the old diner. His crew of friends, a rough group of mechanics and dropouts were drinking at the pool hall one lazy summer evening when the challenge was thrown down.