Hotd Jace Novels & Stories

I guess hell was shocked to recieve a half delivery ? Crayton and his goons were all in on it . They provided Aeron to Nadia . They slaughtered Jace's pack on her command . They escaped any witnesses and managed to take down a whole pack only with the aid of Nadia's invisibility spells . I have a feeling that this is going to be Jace's next goal . To hunt them down and rip them apart one by one . It may be selfish but as long as he comes home safe to me , it doesn't matter .

He hasn't even marked me yet. “The jerk rejected me.” “I know, but that doesn't mean we won't feel the pain. What if we don't find another mate again after he dies?” Rafe isn't a monster. I was sure he wouldn't kill Jace. Perhaps, he would only warn him to stay away from me. Jace isn't a nobody, he owns the largest conglomerate in the Silverclaw pack and also has connection with the mafia. “Jace Hogan came from the family of Mafias,”

he said with a tone of frustration in his voice. He called then through the phone. A few minutes later they walked inside, able-bodied men with heavily built muscles. All of them bowed to me out of respect, except one. He walked to me and stretched forth his hand with a smile. “You must be Grim the hybrid. I am Jace Montero,” he said. My eyes darted to Hunter, who had an ‘I don't know what went to his head’ look. My eyes moved back to Jace; most of his body was covered with tattoos and a scar by his neck.

“It’s just a game.” Cage nodded, smirking. “Yeah. But try telling them that.” And with that, they kept jogging—content to let the wild ones burn themselves out up ahead. Jace, the firstborn son of Alpha Maximus, didn’t feel like he had anything to prove—not even a little. At just seven years old, he was already quick on his feet and sharp with his instincts. He didn’t play to impress anyone; he just wanted to have fun. Still, he always made sure to keep an eye on Zay. When things got too intense and Zay started throwing a tantrum, Jace would step in and tell him to cool it. He wasn’t exactly the peacekeeper type, but he knew when to take a step back and let things go. Zay… not so much. That’

There was no way that Jace Storme was staring at me. Jace Storme was the hottest guy in the world and possibly the entire universe. He had a slender athletic body, sparkly turquoise eyes as bright as the sun, shortly cropped brown hair that he enjoyed to spike and a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. He was the captain of the soccer team, football team, dance team, and he was the lead in the school's musical. He was the most popular junior at Macintyre High, easy. He would never be caught dead talking to me, much less gazing at me. It was probably just the stupid glasses not working for me.

He looks at me with smoky eyes. "Now what?" he inquires. "I want to remove your clothes," I tell her. "Am all yours," he says with a shrug of his shoulders. I run my hand slowly down his shirt in a caress. I slowly undo his buttons, one by one, exposing his broad chest. I can feel Jace's heavy gaze on me as I unbutton his shirt. He shrugs out of it and I start tracing the scars on his chest with my fingers. What could Jace have possibly gone through to incur such kind of damage. Was it when he was young, when he lost his parents? Who hurt him? Whoever he or she was better be dead because if I find out who they are, I will do more damage than...

I gulped, this can’t be real, no no no no no “Oh but it is real” “what do you mean by you’re my wolf?” “Because that’s what I am, your wolf” Tears sprang to my eyes, determined to stop this madness the only way I know how, I took out a bottle of Jack Daniel’s from my bag and drank from it. “Don’t do that Devonne, it’s the full moon in the next five Days….. you finally get to see me, after so long” I drank again and said nothing. “I am a part of you, your trauma forced me into a place where I couldn’t come out, but now you get to meet me”

Just as the two of them exited the grove, Cere came bounding up to them. His tongue hanging from his mouth. He pounced on her. Andi looked around to see if the old woman he lived with was nearby. Jace tried to help get Cere off her but the dog turned to him and growled. Jace noticed little flames in his eyes as he did so. Stepping back, he put his hands in his pockets. A simple question came to mind, could this be a hellhound?

He held out a wooden cup filled with a bubbling red drink. "I’m Jace," he said, tipping his cup toward me. "I’ve been watching you from across the yard and noticed you haven't touched any of the berry ale. You're seriously missing out, Zaria. It’s the best batch we've had all season." "I'm not really much of a drinker, Jace," I said. "Oh, come on, just a little sip," Jace teased, leaning a bit closer with that easy smile. "If you hate it, you can literally pour it right over my head. Deal?"

“I’m here to get my…my girlfriend. Tell her to allow me to see Skye and take her home. Then I’ll be out of here. I don’t want trouble.” “You’ll leave now,” Jace said, slow and precise. “You take one step toward that bed and I’ll make sure every door you think you can open slams in your face. Bank accounts. Contacts. Friends, drug zones, Gone. You won’t find a single ally left. I won’t ask twice.” Dante tried to step closer. “You don’t know who I have in my corner. You think your money and toys scare me?” Jace’s lips curved slightly, deadly calm. “I don’t scare you, Dante. I end you. And yes, I know about the cops you think are untouchable. I know exactly who you’ve paid off, and it won’t mat