Jace Burgess Novels & Stories

Jax growls, pulling me in and planting a soft kiss on my lips. It’s too brief, and I’m about to pull him back in for another when my dad’s loud voice rings out, calling for quiet so he can begin his announcements. I begrudgingly leave Jax’s side to take my place at the front of the room with my family as Dad begins, keeping this speech short tonight. Before he calls for the run to start, though, he gestures to Jax. “We’ve got a guest with us tonight from the Westfield pack, Alpha Damien’s son,” Dad says, and I watch as many of our pack members look over at Jax curiously. “Please make him feel welcome.”

Jace says to me, getting up from the chair he was at and comes closer to me. "I didn't have a choice. I was 14, I was a minor. And where I came from and my background. I had to do it." I don't look fazed when he comes over to me and comes close to my face. "what was your background?" Eli asks, he asks a lot of bloody questions. Jasper and I look at each other, I look back at Eli.

Jace’s POV: First day of freshman year and I have to admit I’m super happy about it school has never been a challenge for me I give credit to my great genes for that my mother is the smartest woman I know hands down and my dad, the same. I’ve been fortunate in the looks department thanks to my dad him myself and Conner look exactly the same dark hair green eyes bright as the sun, thanks pops. Anyway I’ve always been an athlete in school playing both football and baseball as the staring QB and starting pitcher it’s never been handed to me I’ve always worked for anything I accomplished I’m no slouch by any means. I plan on going into high school tomorrow with an open mind and a great attitude

“My parents agreed. Casper doesn’t have to stay in that cramped room anymore. He can live with us.” Celina gasped happily, clapping her hands together. “That’s wonderful!” she chirped, and without thinking, she moved a little closer to Gabriel, her face glowing with excitement. I smiled faintly at their exchange, but before I could say anything, Jace suddenly coughed. “I, uh… need some water,” he muttered, already standing. “Jace, are you okay?” I asked, my brow furrowing. He waved me off, not even looking me in the eye. “I’m fine.” But I saw his face, how it scrunched up in annoyance.

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.

the host announced, making Emerose, who was sitting on the side, near the young audience whom she thought were gamers, look at the stage. She found Jace standing in the center with a microphone in his hand, smiling as he waited for the applause to fade. ‘The bastard is really handsome,’ Emerose thought. “Thank you very much for coming,” Jace started. “This is my first attempt at engaging in esports. After witnessing the satisfaction on every gamer’s faces whether they win or lose, I began dreaming of developing a game that I’m sure everybody would love with collaboration to ACEGame Development. Who would have thought that this dream will eventually lead me back to the love of my life that I

"No, he is." "I'm Zharn's assistant," she reminded me. "I've seen Sir Cage, and he's not nice. He's a robot, he's programmed, and he's dangerous. Yet, he was nice to you, and he said he'd see you later. Not to mention he has a gorgeous face." "He really does," I agreed. "But it doesn't mean he finds me attractive in that way. Also, I don't think I want a robotic programmed man." "Trust me, you don't want Cage. You want me," Alpha Jax's voice loomed at the back of my head.

Alpha Kyle's voice drifted into my ears and I couldn't help but shiver. Before I could react, I was taken away and thrown into the dungeon. But then this time, I care less about anything. I was going to escape tonight. I had already decided, I was sure that getting out of the dungeon was going to be a hard thing. Thinking about this, I sat upright as I began to map out a plan. Over the years, I had known the pack like the back of my hand so I had begun formulating a plan. But then my biggest obstacle was how I was going to get out of the dungeon.

she asked Chloe in a quiet voice. "Oh, that's Marcus and Jace," Chloe explained, leaning closer so they wouldn't be overheard. "Marcus is trying out for the tracking assistant role. He is really quiet but super smart. He can find a trail in his sleep. Jace is going for the head chef's assistant position in the main kitchen. Don't let the kitchen title fool you, though. Jace is built like a brick wall because he carries heavy supply crates all day." "They look ready to fight hard," Serena noted, watching them circle.

Isra had cleared the room. The Grand Architect, now in her late sixties with hair like spun snow, was sitting on the stone floor near the center of the room. Sitting opposite her was a boy. Jace was ten years old. He had the dark, messy hair typical of the northern mountain packs, and he was wearing a simple wool tunic. But he wasn't sitting like a child. He was sitting in a state of absolute, rigid focus. Both of his small hands were pressed perfectly flat against the flagstones.