Jace Alec Novels & Stories

He didn't expect that a child could bear so much resemblance with his father that the only way to differentiate between them is their age and body sizes. While Eli was going to take a bath, Jace went to the basement. The assassin was a shadow of himself as he laid like a dying man on the floor, his wounds were bound up but he seemed to have gone without food for two days. "Don't worry, let's see if James Maslow is capable of saving your wife and daughter from my wrath"Jace declared. The man snapped his head up and glared at Jace. How did he know, did he do research on the email he showed them? Oh gosh, he shouldn't have let him know about those emails.

' Emily heard what Leia had to say right before she disappeared into her consciousness. Emily investigated the area surrounding her eyes. The absence of him, Drake, brings about a change in Emily's facial expression. She questioned the two by asking, "Where is the alpha?" Lilac let out a sigh and shrugged her shoulders before continuing. She responded by saying, "Emily, we do not know."

Well you already should forgive my manners, My name is Jace Robert the one and only Diss lord of Crimson City, Well am nineteen when it comes to my age and to be frankly speaking, Am a damn boring dude in everything I do. " Jace... Get your lazy ass down here this instance " Mrs Montero demanded while cooking for breakfast, I forgot to mention that I am not living alone, The Montero's says that my parent died in a car accident and that's when they took me in but anyways I don't care, Living with the Montero's is what I call Fun.

“Next is Alec. He’s a shifter. Playful, wild, very good-looking. But don’t be fooled. One wrong word, and he’ll turn into a black wolf and break your bones.” “And the last one?” I asked softly. Mira was silent. “His name is Jace,” she said finally. “Nobody knows much about him. He barely comes to class. But they say his eyes are red. Bright red.” Red eyes. My heart skipped. Jace? My Jace? No. It can’t be him. But still… That name. It felt like thunder in my chest. Mira looked at me. “You okay?” I nodded too fast. “Yes. Yeah. I’m fine.”

"Jace!" But Jace was already moving. The Aegis flared gold in his eyes—controlled, precise, a shield not a weapon. The agent lunged. Jace caught his wrist, and the syringe clattered to the stage. Security swarmed. The agent was dragged away, his silver eyes wild with fury. The crowd was screaming, but Jace stood unmoved. He raised the microphone. "You wanted to know what I am. I'm a hockey player. I'm a Kingston. I carry something ancient in my blood, but it doesn't control me. I control it." He looked at me. "With help."

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.

Slaughter confirmed and bowed on the floor before walking out with wishes that he would get called again. "You are so terrible!" Blade spat as he forced his tears to never drop. "I'm not that bad. I just love transparency. Give me that and the world is yours. I will be back. Take your time and think things true. Jace doesn't really care about you." Alejandro said and got up. He walked out of the room like he was never there and then walked into his study room in anger.

She perched on the armchair nearest the window, tucking her legs beneath her, while Jace settled onto the couch opposite, his posture still sharp but less imposing. He leaned forward slightly, forearms resting on his knees. “Let’s start properly.” His voice was low, measured. “I’m Beta Jace…” He paused, as though weighing how much to reveal. “…of Blackthorn Pack. And, well—you’ve already met Alpha Julian Hale.” Her stomach clenched at the name. She kept her face carefully blank. “And you are?” Jace asked gently. Her fingers tightened against the armrest. “Kaelani.” She left it at that. No last name—because there wasn’t one, aside from the one she created to blend into the human world.

"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?

*Why did he have to be so cruel? Jace Storm had been my tormentor for as long as I could remember, but something about this morning felt different. Worse. When I'd bumped into him—God, I was so clumsy—there had been something in his eyes that I'd never seen before. Something that made my stomach flutter in the most confusing way. Which was ridiculous. Jace Storm was everything I wasn't—confident, popular, devastatingly handsome. He was the future Alpha, destined to lead our pack, while I was just the keeper's daughter. We existed in completely different worlds, and he made sure I never forgot it.