Novel & Cerita Fanart Jax

I was shocked to find the pack staring at Jax with so much admiration, as if he was their hero, the same Alpha they perceived him to be was the exact opposite of who I saw him to be. "Jaxon!" A woman called out, rushing to where Jax and I stood. Her auburn strands escaped the neat bun she placed them in. I'm guessing Jax got his dark brown hair from his father. "How did the meeting go?" She pulled him into a hug, careful her paint stained hands didn't go onto his clothes. "Actually better than expected, this is Felicity." Jax smirked gesturing towards me, his mother narrowed her eyes in confusion before a wide smile of realisation graced her face and she pulled me into a tight hug.

I’m sure he’d have much to say if I could still use the link. Jax is the perfect blending of Jason and Jen’s wolf Cheri. Jax has Jason’s silver eyes and Cheri’s silver coat. The first time Austin shifted, I saw how much Jax looked like Cheri and Jason. I had to excuse myself from the event. I couldn’t break down in front of everyone. Least of all, in front of my father. “HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS SO COOL!” River and Sage overlapped in their excited reactions to seeing Jax. “Does it hurt? Can you run on three legs? How do you communicate like that?” Their questions once again started up.

"I feel like we're no longer talking about Davenport Enterprises." A knowing look appears on Jax's face. Showing me that my assumptions are correct. "So what car do you want to take?" Jax says, swiftly changing the topic. I look over the assortment of cars as my eyes settle on one. "Callisto!" I shriek out. Running over to my favourite orange ferrari near the far wall. "Seriously?" "Yup. Now hand me the keys." I smile holding my hand out in anticipation for the keys to fall into my grasp.

She gives me a mischievous smile and then bites off from her bacon. “Sure,” I deadpan and laugh out loud. “I’m all for the PS five. We only have the PS four here. And I think he chose the seventy-five inch tv a little too small. I can hardly make out the figures on it. I mean we’re werewolves we need things huge. Right?” Those last sentences are definitely to mock Jax and him over exaggerating in this place. That thing can’t even be called a tv anymore. It’s a cinema right in this living room.

His grip is firm, his body warm against mine. "Baby," he murmurs, eyes twinkling with amusement. "You just said I was rich. Don’t you think I have a private jet of my own?" My mouth parts, but no words come out at first. I blink at him, then burst into laughter. "Wait—you have a fucking private jet?!" He grins, tilting his head. "Of course. What kind of Alpha doesn’t?" I gape at him before dramatically fanning myself. "Damn. I really am one lucky bitch."

I ask him. He smiles, a big, unrestrained smile. “Nah. I just pay attention.” I hear Cal growl low beside me and it only makes Ajax’s smile bigger. “You can call me Jax, by the way. All my friends do, and I think we’re going to be good friends, don’t you?” His tone is just shy of being flirtatious and teasing. Since he seemed to like hearing Cal’s growl, I’m guessing he’s flirting to antagonize Cal, which appears to be working. I’m surprised that Cal doesn’t seem to be as angry with Ajax flirting with me as he was about Revalor. Maybe as a dragon, Ajax doesn’t intend to claim me and that’s the difference.

Even in their own territory, these men lived like they were under siege. She found Jax in his office, hunched over maps and photographs spread across his scarred oak desk. His long dark hair fell in waves past his shoulders, and in the lamplight, she could see the intricate tattoos that covered his muscled forearms—Celtic knots intertwined with images of skulls, roses, and script she couldn't quite make out. He'd removed his kutte, leaving him in just a black t-shirt that stretched taut across his broad chest and powerful shoulders.

Cass looked up to find Jax smirking down at him. "Interesting bird," Jax remarked. Cass stared, his confusion thick enough to choke on, until Jax jerked his chin toward the oversized rooster embroidered onto the side of the weathered fabric. "Oh!" Cass realized he was being mocked, but he forced a grin anyway, desperate to diffuse the Alpha tension radiating off the bleachers. "It’s Heihei. From that movie, Moana." "Right," Jax said slowly, his expression shifting to a mask of sheer bewilderment. "And why is a cartoon bird on your gear?"

[Third-Person POV] "That's not funny, Cattleya." Jaxson spoke out in a heavy tone as his eyes returned to the road with a straight face. "You don't understand." "Oh, what?" Cattleya uttered in a high tone, giving Jaxson a sarcastic expression flashed on her face, with one of her eyebrows raised. "You think I don't understand the life of being popular with so many people dying to take photos of you whenever you go out? Of course, Cattleya Santos never experienced being popular because she is an ordinary girl married to a famous man.”

Jake Jake walked into his small townhouse, the smell of spring flowers filling the air. He smiled at the sound of his brothers making fun of his cleaning habits somewhere in the recess of his memory. He needed to take a trip back to Texas soon. It had been three or four years, and though he talked to his mother and father every Sunday, he needed to see them. It was Bethany's fault... or maybe it was time to move past that. He pulled his shirt over his head and held it until he walked into his room, jumping and shooting it into the clothes hamper like a basketball.