Hotd Jace Novels & Stories

Lance smirked. Jace let out a sigh and kicked off his shoes. He pulled his shirt up over his head and then dropped his pants. He let his boxers on he wasn't taking them off and they would just have to deal with that. He climbed into the old metal tub and waited. Lance sent out an order for the wolf's bane bath to be made and they were at a stand still for the moment. Lance kept eagerly looking over at Jace, “What do you like what you see?” Jace cracked a smile resting his head on the back of the tub.

"I'm confident that I can ruin his family and him within 3 months and make him surrender to Stephen!" Jace said arrogantly. He wasn't reckless like Stephen, that trash. In Draepolis, Jace was considered one of the four top men in Janover. He was cunning and evil, and even his uncles and seniors envied his means. This time, avenging Stephen was only his excuse. There were many spies from the Beckard family in Janover, so it was very difficult for him to start anything of his own.

Jace finally turned back and stared directly at Elora but never stopped walking. "Were you attacked by a wild animal as a child?" I smacked him on his head immediately. "Jace! You don't ask a woman about her looks!" "I apologize," he said stiffly. "All my teacher here taught me was how to fight. I am the Beta of the Blackout Pack. My name is Jace, you?" "Elora," Elora replied, her voice firm. "Nice to meet you." Jace gave her an appraisal for a few seconds before turning to look at me.

Aside from Amara, I had no fucking idea how I would face Jacob if something happened to his son. But before he could answer, I heard footsteps approaching, and my body swiveled in the direction where I heard them. It took a while, but Jace finally appeared. Only then was I able to let out the breath I was holding. Contrary to what I was thinking, Jace looked calm and satisfied as he carried the head of one dead moose over his shoulder, holding tightly to its antlers. He no longer wore a t-shirt, and his jeans were ripped at the bottom. He had traces of blood everywhere and scratches on his body, but they were healing. He looked okay to me.

As if she was used to this, Marcello paid no heed to them and simply walked in with James. When they entered, a man walked over to them. Wearing a black robe, he had a somewhat handsome-looking face and exuded evil vibes. He looked at Marcello who was grabbing James’ arm. Upon seeing the man, Marcello immediately released her grip and greeted him, “Jace…” The man before them was Jace, one of the most talented cultivators of his generation in the Demonic Realm. Along with Myles Nemo, they were regarded as the two geniuses.

The scent hit me first—pine and leather and something dark that made my wolf whimper in confusion. "Well, well," Jace's voice was low and mocking. "The orphan finally gets what she deserves." I spun around, shock and pain warring in my chest. "What?" He stood there in his black funeral suit, hands in his pockets, that cruel smile playing at his lips. But something was different about his eyes—they looked almost... hungry. "You heard me," he said, stepping closer. "Maybe now you'll finally learn your place. No daddy to protect you anymore. No family to hide behind."

A few group of men took off running in different directions as I walked up to Jace. “We are on schedule. Here is your ear piece and a few other fun items.” Jace pushed a bottle of chloroform, a rag and few grenades. “Thanks.” Jace did a double take. I was no longer in control. My wolf forced his way in and there was no stopping him. He needed this and as much as I wanted to be the one to do it, he was the man for the job. Nothing will keep him from getting his mate. “Ready?” Alec asked from behind me.

Jace POV I watched the beauty leave while still with a raging hard-on. I don't know why I decided not to fuck her. Although I gave her an answer but deep down I know it wasn't entirely because of that. After pondering for a while I shook my head and headed out of the room. I'm Jace Lorrid, currently twenty-six years and the owner of the Lorrid group of companies, and the owner of Passion.

And because deep down, I didn’t believe this secret could stay buried forever. When I crept down the stairs for water, I found him sitting on the couch in the dark, staring at the TV screen—muted, barely moving. “You okay?” I asked. He turned slowly. “No.” I walked over and curled up beside him. He pulled me into his arms like he’d been waiting “We’re being hunted,” Jace said softly. “But I don’t regret it.” “Not even a little?” He shook his head, tightening his grip around me. “I’d do it all again. Every risk. Every lie. Every time I snuck into your room. You’re the one thing I don’t want to run from.”

My wolf won't let me even if I wanted to. " It won't take long, I swear," she says but we both know it's a lie. We are going to spend the whole day out. Jace transformed a lot. From the big veiny arms to the ink adorning his skin. We are completely different people from when we were kids. The long hair he had when he came home is trimmed on the sides and the middle is slightly ruffled. The look makes him appear hotter.