Fanfiction Jag Novels & Stories

"Yes, that is all okay with me. Thank you for letting me know." Jag's eyes taking her in like she was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen or, maybe Camille was projecting onto Jag the image of him in her dream. The hunger in his eyes, the dominance that promised not only pleasure beyond measure but protection and care. It was all just her imagination really because Jag didn't actually want her… Right? "Enjoy your date with Kal." Jag finally spoke up as he dropped his hand to his side. "He has been quite excited about it so I suspect he has something delightful worked out for you."

She looks thoughtful, placing a finger on her chin. “Oh I see!” I smile. “Well I’m an expert on White Fang, having grown up there myself. I’ll be happy to answer any questions that you have.” I smile, praying that she and Jagger like each other. Joie would be a perfect fit for White Fang. “Here we are,” Brady gestures towards a small crowd of males. Jagger is facing us, smiling. “Alpha Jagger, this is Johanna Martinez of Dark Paw.” “It’s an honor,” Jagger steps forward, kissing Joie’s hand.

She replies. Looking back Jag realizes that was the minute that Miss Miranda aka Randi, stole his heart. The protectiveness he feels around her stirs something fierce inside him. If there was such a thing as soulmates, he's sure that's what they would be. If he believed in that stuff. Which he doesn’t. Current day. Jag stomps through the clubhouse and up to the bar. He slams his butt down on the bar stool and slaps the bar. Something or someone has him in a mood. One can only guess.

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

Secret do lurk behind this walls. 😈 😈 😈 😈 #TBC_ #Inspired by Mean Girls A/N: someone should guess who’s causing this chaos and mischief mysteriously? Review your thoughts on the this episode, don’t forget to check out my other stories on W*****d. “The wrath of XIN” and “The vampire’s Luna”. Hope you guys enjoy this episode, if you do then comment.

Callie POV Jagger’s hands keep me in place against his body while my back is pressed against the bathroom door. The jealousy bubbling inside my heart is more significant than I care to admit. Jagger, looking at that woman, felt like a slap in the face. She looks so much like his ex. I never thought her ghost would be a problem in our relationship. But now I know she is not a ghost. She is a real woman. A woman Jagger didn’t know existed.

My door opens and Jagger enters the room with papers in his hand and he looks pissed. “First of all, she can’t be pregnant,” I let out and she crosses her arms in front of her chest, “and second of all, mind your own fucking business,” I bark at her and she raises one eyebrow defiantly. “Really? She can’t be? So what the fuck is this?” Jagger says as he throws papers my way and I stare at the papers scattered on my desk. “What the fuck is this?” I ask, and Jagger shakes his head while Catia smiles.

Hey everyone, it's been a while since you last heard from me. I have been doing great between Starmainia, Bluestoria, and the rest of the Crites on this planet. I am still the wild Jessblue you all know and love. I have yet to find love or another mate again. LD will always be the heart and love of my life. No one could ever fill that void. I have accepted this reality, and I am okay knowing I could never love another Bampire. However, this does not stop me from having all the wild and incredible sex a Bampire can have. Whether I mind fuck you or fuck you, I'm having a wild ride. What can I say? Who does not want a little bit of me in their life? Anyway, since Cristina has been gone, guess w

said Bastian. Renata was completely speechless. "Rena, since childhood, these two hands have been covered in blood. When I was 10 years old, I killed someone. I was trapped on a demon island where all the children killed each other. For a month, I killed people every day until I was the only one left there. Since then, I have been nicknamed Jaguar," Bastian explained, making Renata shocked.

Their jagged limbs glistened with what looked like blackened steel, and their roars shook the earth. "These are the Jagganighs," a voice narrated, distant yet clear. "Ruthless celestial entities who sought to destroy the earth. Even the Great Gods could not face them alone." The scene shifted, and I saw humans—ordinary men and women—standing before the gods. Fear and uncertainty marked their faces as the gods spoke to them. "They asked for a catalyst," the voice continued, "a human pure of heart and mind, who could channel their energy to the mortal realm. But no one came forth with joy."