Jace Burgess Novels & Stories

Doubt is a weed—it only needs a crack in the concrete to grow. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” he mutters finally, brushing past me. But his voice lacks conviction, and I savor it. Jace is the most delicious target of all. He’s unraveling already, guilt gnawing at his insides, anger simmering beneath his skin. I find him alone in the gym, his fists slamming into the punching bag like he’s trying to beat himself into silence. “Still chasing her?” I ask lightly, leaning against the doorframe.

His dirty blonde hair, his blue eyes glint mischievously under the dim light, he grins like he’s entertained. ‘Why does he look familiar?’ “Relax,” he drawls. “We just came to say hi, no need to be so rude.” Brandon’s jaw clenches and he steps even forward, Isaac and a bunch of guys moves forward too. Dirty blonde chuckles, he radiates so much happiness for someone he looks like he just stepped into the lion’s den. “Who is he?” I whisper-ask Yara, trying not to draw attention to myself. She sighs. “Jace Norman, captain of the silverwolves, from silver high and damn psychopaths.”

It won't take long for the business to run smoothly and successfully. Like now, She sat leaning against Jace's chest, her lawyer...Jace is her affectionate nickname for Jacob. A twenty-six-year-old man who in the past two years had become her lawyer. Jace is cold and flat...a lot like Logan. Although in terms of face and physical, Jace lost badly. But he is very useful...moreover he had a case to win. Won in his version of course. "Then... How did the lawyer answer..." "He will discuss it with Logan first.. he is a busy man.. you have to be patient" he replied curtly. Like he couldn't stand Jenny's provocative touch.

It wasn’t Jacob. The wolf closed in easily. I stopped the horse, knowing escape was impossible. Better to die with my family than hide in cowardice. Jina and Kate moved to protect me when they saw the wolf. They growled at the beta, and he snarled back before shifting into his human form. “Don’t fight. Come with me—it’s what’s best for all of you,” he warned. “No! Go back to your kingdom!” I yelled. He chuckled. The man was middle-aged with a long scar across his face.

“Can’t you just go upstairs in your room and don’t fucking mind my business here? You were gone. You shouldn’t come back at all.” Drake stood up and raised his brows at her with a sharp stare. “I come back here because it was my house.” “Or you came back because you are afraid that I will be gone forever?” she smirked when she saw his facial reaction. “Admit it, Drake. You are afraid that your breeder will be gone without your heir,” he added savagely. Drake balled his fists, his jaw clenched. “I’m not afraid, unwanted stray. I can have any breeder I want in my bed to carry my heir. You are available, so why can’t I take it as an advantage?” he fired back.

He silently listen to her sing with a voice full of sadness and unspoken emotions, and all he could do was stand by and watch her. He hides behind the tree when she turns and starts walking in his direction. he watches her walk her way to the mansion with so much sadness and pain in his eyes and follows her when she was gone from his sight. In a filled full of colorful flowers stood a man, he has been standing there without moving an inch. His name is Jace Bartley, a twenty-four years old business tycoon known worldwide, he is nicknamed "God Of Dead", " The Devil King" and sometimes "The Ice Could Prince". He smiles at none except his sister, Sophie Bartley who is his only family and pride.

If one truly does not care for their life , they can still live it for others if they have someone worth living for , for most at least that is true . Jayden grabs Jace's wrist and drags him towards the cellar below his study room . " Dad please . " Jace says a little too loudly . " If someone tries to interrupt us because of you , they'll end up dead . Just listen to your father . " He growls and opens the cellar door , throwing him inside . He turns on the small bulb above , making his surroundings visible . There were 2 chaisr in the centre and 2 tables beside it , having 2 IV sets on top of them . From the back of the cellar , emerged a little girl who seemed to be around 10-12 years old

The Brooks family had boys that could take a girl’s breath away, that I didn't argue, but they were evil. Or at least only Aiden was. “Yeah. I got back a few hours ago. I'm a transfer student here. So glad I ran into you on my way to my locker room. How are you doing?” “I'm good. Transfer student?” I repeated, my brow raised with questions. He was staying longer? Jace nodded, his eyes left me as they wandered round the hallway, outside the window, and then back. “It's been a while since I've been here, so I decided to come back. No place feels like home, you know?”

One step across that gate would mean instant death. "Well, well! If it isn't Barry Lufter! I heard you became an Intermediate-grade alchemist at Harmony Clinic. Have you come to show off at our house?" A young man emerged, and Barry quickly greeted him with respect, "Mr. Jace." The newcomer was Jace Xavier. He was from the main family line and was also Nerissa's cousin. "Please, Mr. Jace, let me in. There must be some misunderstanding about my father trespassing." Jace looked down at Barry with contempt. "If there's a misunderstanding, are you suggesting we Xaviers are bullying people? Barry, you're quite bold to judge the Xaviers.

All I hear is a nine year old boy under his sheets, making fake calls, trying to reach the aliens. Not even acting like a villain. “Keep dreaming.” “I see I was too lenient.” The only thing keeping from ending the call was making sure he wouldn't go back on his action. "You know what your problem is? You think you can survive without me. I got you to where you are right now, Eva." His voice dropped lowe. "You're nothing without me. You were nothing before me, and you'll be nothing without me.” On the surface Jace might appear to be a very gentle man with loads of knowledge in his head. But when he talks? All you’d hear is a toad croaking.