Hotd Jace Novels & Stories

Even though he was a senior and Jace was a junior. And now, he still failed to beat him. Somehow, he didn’t just want to deal with Katrina as a way to mess with Jace but he wants her to fall in love with himself. -- The beep of Jace’s phone disrupt the awkward air at Dark horse where he was hanging out with his gang of friends. Jace moved to pick up the phone sitting on the stool near the armchair. His already darkened face sunk in more as he opened the message from the unsaved number.

The sky had dimmed to a deep, bruised red and against that backdrop, something stepped out from between the trees. Upright. Large. Human. Jace. His dark eyes were stormy and wild, waves of brown hair falling loose around his face. A sound left his throat low, rough, barely human and I scrambled backward on my hands as my heart lurched into my throat. I opened my mouth. Nothing came out.

"Really? That’s it? He spoke differently, and now you want what from Brax? He’s marked and probably too busy with his new mate to talk to you. The world doesn’t revolve around you, Argo." I took a few deep breaths while trying to plead with Brax. "His name is Jace. Alpha Jace of the Winter Bone pack. The same fucking pack where my brother-in-law's mom was tortured. The same fucking pack that bought my sister and tried to kill her. His parents were dicks, and he’s probably the same." "My dad was bad too, Argo. That doesn’t mean Jace is as well." Mila argued. I understood she thought I was mean and stupid to her, but did she really not see that I wouldn’t just make this shit up?

He was attractive- with hazel eyes, a nice tan, and strong build. The girl left soon after and didn't take long to return with his meal. All the while, the guy looked at me, but didn't break the silence. I said nothing, only acknowledging his stare but kept reading my book. "You do know that you are trespassing, right?" He asked me, after taking a bite from his pancakes. "I wasn't aware that there was a pack here, but either way, I'm passing through," I responded while looking directly at him. "I'm Jace, Beta of the Midnight Moon Pack," the guy said, out-stretching his hand for me to shake.

"You claim you don't have feelings for Gendry. Are you saying that if he came and told you that he wanted more than a fling with you, you would say no?" Tessa swallowed hard. ༺❀༻༺❀༻༺❀༻ Gendry and Jace were in one of the rooms at Jace's family-owned hotel, where all the men had been sent by Maya to get ready. "She's going to be my wife, dude. I'm going to be Maya's husband in a few hours," Jace gushed like a giddy teenager. "She's the most amazing woman I've ever met, and I'm so happy she'll be mine forever. Her—"

"Grey would die quite quickly if they were to fight and Rafael would take a bit of effort but she's faster and sharper. He would fall eventually." "I'm beginning to think your loyalty to your Alpha is bordering obsession," Jace said as he looked around the place and tapped me. "Let's go." "Where?" I asked as I followed after him. "I know this place quite well," Jace explained as we took out even more soldiers on our way deeper into the castle. "If they built a tunnel, then I know the entrance to it." As we made our way through the chaotic hallways and fight through the horde of attacker's on our heels, we saw a woman who I recognised as the Luna of the Blue Heart Pack.

Finally, he leaned back in his chair, voice low and deliberate. “Naomi,” he said, the way he called my name, without any warmth, raised up my internal panic meter to ten. “I think you need to understand something clearly. And you need to understand it right now.” “Jace is an employee,” he continued. “A highly trained security specialist. His duty is to keep you safe. He gets paid very well for his duty. He is not your friend, he is not your brother, and he is certainly not a suitable subject for your little rebellious experiments.”

“Volkov is going to end this war.” My stomach twisted. “You are working for him.” “I am working to survive,” he replied. He stepped closer. “Ruin cannot win this,” Jace continued. “And when he falls, the club falls with him.” My grip tightened on the gun. “You do not know him,” I said. Jace’s helmet tilted slightly. “I know him better than you do.” That angered me more than the gun pointed at my chest. “I am not afraid of you,” I said.

“Go, prepare my dark shadow dagger. Get me more about this Edith Walson.” I responded as I walked away angrily and anticipating that day when I will put an end to the one man who keeps causing lot of havocs. “Can't you make peace with him instead of going up for a fight?” Snow Darcy pleaded as she walked into the room. “Make peace? I am Jace Steele, an original and I cannot be killed.” “An original, because you are a hybrid? Huh?” Her question shocked me as I squinted my eyes a bit.

He sniffed his pits and found that they didn't stink so he didn't bother with deodorant, then he splashed his face with cold water, which helped to revive him. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that his bed had been made. His eyes moved to the young man where he was standing between their two beds. "We have to make up our own beds before breakfast." The boy placed his hands on his narrow hips. He was standing like he was superman or Peter Pan. Troy wanted to laugh but that was probably the medicine. "I'm Jace. Jace Macadue." He was dressed in street clothes, wearing strangely patterned slacks as if he should be off golfing, and a black hoodie. He also wore slippers on his feet.