Jace Burgess Novels & Stories

“Jace Harrington?” “Yes….. Like… hitting on me as Spicy or as Sabrina in school?” I asked. “Of course, as Spicy. I know you guys are cat and mouse in school.” “He’s the rat in this case, because I’ll keep hunting him… and that so-called fiancée, Alice.” “I hear his father is a major financier at Wexford too. That’s why he has an edge in school.” “Trust me, Bree. Yes, he’s rich, but grades? Politics doesn’t touch that. Jace isn’t as sharp academically as people think,” I said, eyes fixed on the flashes of the Harrington Wellness & Sports Complex on the screen.

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.

I opened the Jeep’s door for Jace as he stood waiting next to it and I shook my head as he climbed in. He was wearing a t-shirt that Tala had given him for his birthday, that sported a corpse clown with fangs for teeth, tight jeans with boots, and a leather bomber jacket. “Is this place, you know …” His voice trailed off, and I smiled at him. “All kinds of people hang out there,” I said, and he smiled.

Monday morning comes eventually. Jace and Arianne acted like any typical parents. Jace Keller, the former high school heartthrob and a quarterback, the college infamous heartbreaker and the sole heir of the Keller empire, and now one of the most influential person and a billionaire, was assigned to wake up his twins. He came to wake up his son first because Jacob is easier to handle. He washed his face, made him brushed his teeth and change his clothes. Then they went to Tara's room and both of them, took a deep breath before entering.

Jessica moves away from me. I move with her to the side. "Yes." I'm waiting for her to look at me like I have a communicable disease and walk away like the rest of the students but she just laughs and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "My dad will be so pissed, if it makes you any better he is a Beta. By the way, you just met Madison Darkwater nicknamed dark queen of the academy and her errand girl, Taylar Graves nicknamed Graves." Something silver catches my eyes, silver hair sways in the air, my breathing stop as a domineering MAN in capital letters takes my whole attention. "Jace." Without thinking, my legs starts moving.

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.

A heavy, calloused fist collided with Calista’s frame, slamming her onto the wooden chair. A sharp groan escaped her lips as she collapsed forward. Standing above her, her father, Jake, watched with a twisted smirk as blood welled from her wounds. “I love hurting you, do you know that?” he murmured, his voice dripping with malice. “It satisfies me, gives me chills, reminds me of just how much strength I still have left in my system, even at my age.”

His Father chose that mansion in the forest because the whole forest belonged to their pack and Elias could train there with the warriors without causing damage to the society at large. The warriors lived in the mansion, a mansion so big there were so many rooms available. Asides warriors, only female servants were taken into mansion and allowed to serve Elias. That’s what Elias wanted, that's how it had always been, until one rainy morning. “He looks small and weak,” muttered a guard at the gate. “Looks too skinny to be of use.” “That’s Jace Lacewood, he is 19 years old...don't mind his appearance.” said the woman beside him. “He is the new help from the southern border for the warriors to

She breathed heavily, “That’s the ice dragon, otherwise known as Jace Carter!” “Jace Carter?” “He’s the school’s star player. He made the dean’s list. He’s almost taken us to the championship. You just called him a loser!!!” ****** Jace Carter, also known as the “ice dragon” on the field, prominent for his skills of being a beast and the number one athlete of Blake University. I let out a deep breath as Mary Jane laid out the basics to me on the school’s book guide an hour later, glossing over his picture which managed to get a whole page dedicated to him, my anger not subsiding any minute.

energy. I checked in, confirmed my shift, kept my phone powered off, and rode the elevator up feeling like I was entering an aquarium where the fish were celebrities and I was the person responsible for keeping the tank calm. When I opened the door to Unit 1708, I expected the post event slump again. I did not expect to hear a very normal, very teenage noise: A video game explosion. I stepped inside and followed the sound into the living room. Jace was on the couch with a controller in his hands, hoodie on, cap off, hair messy in a “I exist” way. His leg bounced with concentration. On the screen: some racing game with neon tracks and dramatic sound effects.