Handsome.jack X Rhys Novels & Stories

I was still in deep thoughts when I heard a male voice. "Hello , I am Jake" he said stretching forth his hand for a handshake. I realised he is the stranger I was admiring earlier. I noticed he was even more handsome than what I saw earlier, he was about 6 feet tall, well built and his six packs stuck out from his shirt. I also discovered he had the most beautiful blue eyes I have ever seen, short spiky hair which made him look more handsome and his voice sounded like that of an Angel. Well, I haven't seen any Angel in reality but I have seen them in movies.

He shaved it almost to the point of extinction but it was making his jaw and eye stand out even under the dimmed lighting of the club. "Well then, I'm Bill," said the guy with the bluest eyes I've ever seen. "And behind you is Rhys. So, your boyfriend likes to watch?" Bill, teased and trail his hands under my cropped shirt, feeling my bare stomach, smoothly telling me to keep on watching my boyfriend. Rhys hummed appreciatively from behind me and started grinding my ass, effortlessly moving perfectly with the music.

" he called back as his face held a wide grin. They ran into each other's arms holding themselves like two lovers who had been separated for years. Like seriously, what do they think they're doing right now. They unlocked from the hug and laughed. "You've gotten more handsome since the last time I saw you" the strange lady cooed cupping his cheeks. "Are you kidding me, you're looking more pretty" Nicholas replied and she giggled. I stood blinking my eyes rapidly at the live drama in front of me. Okay, it seems I've become invisible. I walked past them and trudged up the stairs.

His blond hair neatly trimmed and combed, he was dressed in a black T-shirt and a baggy short that stop just above his knees. His legs were crossed and he look dangerously sexy. Did i said Zach is handsome? I'm sorry i take it back. Jack mayor is surely many times more handsome than Zach Mike. I wiped away my tears hurriedly and then i wondered why i am crying. I look at him and i saw him walking towards me. Oh great! Surely, he has come to kill me. I doubt if he will understand that it is only help i render his sister. I stepped back and almost lost my balance.

His head lifted, and he stared intently at Amira as his body transformed in front of her into a naked Rhys. Amira’s mouth was already parted from the shock of his words, but now she was staring at Rhys. Alpha King Rhys with a tender expression on those strong, handsome features. She was surprised staring back at him didn’t sicken her by now. She’d been in his body for so long now and stared at those rock-hard abs and thick, muscular thighs…

Elena screamed, her fingers digging into Jaxon’s arms as Rhys began to move inside her with a fast, calculated fury, his body slamming against hers with a relentless, rhythm that completely shattered her sanity. The intensity of the reverse harem dynamic was overwhelming; Jaxon held her steady from above, his lips devouring her mouth to catch her screams, while Killian’s hands massaged her breasts, keeping her locked in a state of continuous, agonizing sensory overload. Her body coiled tight, the friction of Rhys’s deep thrusts pushing her over the edge into a violent, total climax that left her sobbing against Jaxon’s chest as Rhys released his warmth inside her. As the heavy breathing in t

He was a force of nature, radiating dangerous power. To the other side, stood Rhys. He was in his human form, his dark hair a little disheveled, but his face was impossibly calm. He wore a simple tunic, but his muscles still showed through, lean and powerful. His dark eyes met mine, intense, unreadable, but holding a flicker of something that was both warning and dark promise. He bore a fresh bandage peeking out from beneath his tunic, covering the wound on his side. He leaned slightly on one leg, a subtle indication of his injuries. The scent of him, earthy and alluring, mingled with Kieran’s, creating a volatile, intoxicating blend.

He never played with the others; he was always the target of their bullying. I couldn't stand it. I went to him myself. At first, he ignored me. But maybe I was too persistent, too stubborn—eventually, he gave in. We became inseparable. A month after any child arrived, Helen would always give them a new name. The boy didn't like the name she gave him, so he picked his own: Jack. I was Rose. He was Jack. Like in Titanic, we were inseparable. For three years after that, wherever I went, he followed.

His face serious and attentive. “I’m sure you know my mate is Renna,” I explained, my voice carrying a hint of pride. Memories of her flood my mind - her radiant smile, her gentle touch. The scent of wildflowers always seemed to follow her. She was the epitome of goodness and kindness. “Your late alpha Orion’s daughter, so I trust that even if you don’t know me and whatever lies Ethan has told you. You know her.” I saw Jack’s eyes widen slightly, a flicker of recognition passing through them. The bond between them was evident, even to an outsider like me.

Quickly, he typed out a message to her: “Sasha, Rico is out of the training camp, he wants us to meet at our normal hangout spot. But I need to see you first. I think your boyfriend Ethan is Hades, the leader of Hell's Gang. I'm leaving work now, come there now. We need to talk." After sending the message, Jack sat back in his chair, anxiously waiting for a reply. But before he could catch his breath, his phone rang. It was Carlos. Jack sighed, not in the mood for Carlos’ usual demands, but he answered anyway.