Jace Carson Novels & Stories

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.

Jackie. I have math which was by the parking lot. As I was walking to my class I was basically on my phone because my math teacher always opens the door after the 2nd bell. She's always late all the time so I took my sweet time walking there. while walking I bumped into some guy making me drop my phone ‘Oh my god I'm sorry I wasn't looking where I was going’ I say apologizing to the guy in front of me. ‘No worries… oh I see why you weren't paying attention you busy texting someone back huh? ’, he says as he picks up my phone from the ground. ‘ I was not texting anyone, just saw a post’ I say. ‘right my bad’ he chuckles ‘here you go um?’ he asks ‘Katherine and you are…?’ I ask ‘Juan Carlos,

Jace’s POV: I’m officially in my second year of high school and I love it I made JV on the football team for QB and starting pitcher for my school oh and I did get my license so did Jacey no more chauffeur for us it’s a good thing though Jacey got her G-Wagon and I got my Lambo. We’ve been driving ever since I’m on my way to pick upAmber for school though after the night we had at the hotel I would blame her for staying home and having an ice bath I don’t mean to brag but I’m ten and a half inches Half cocked so fully loaded almost twelve and she takes it all like a champ, my champ! I still will kill any fucker who dears to touch what’s mine!

Kamara’s POV The entire day flew by into nothingness. I barely remembered what I’d eaten, what the lecturers said, or who sat next to me. It was all just noise. When I walked out through the university gates, I wasn’t surprised to see Jace parked across the street like some undercover stalker. I rolled my eyes so hard it hurt. “You have to be kidding me.” Wearing his signature black suit. “Good afternoon Miss Mann.” “I don’t need a chauffeur. Or a babysitter,” I snapped.

Good. I didn’t want to think. I wanted to feel, to drown in something bigger than my own head. I rolled out of bed, naked, skin still tacky from last night, and grabbed the booklet from the nightstand. Pages of faces, bodies, names. I flipped to the men, scanning until one caught me, Jace, 32, built like a linebacker, dark eyes, a jaw that looked like it could crack stone. The kind of guy who’d ruin me and not ask questions.

“It scared you?” “Doesn’t matter,” I snap, pulling my hand away from his. I’m not about to admit I was scared so that he can lord it over me. Jace hesitates, like there’s something else he wants to say. His eyes drop to my hands, then back up to my face, before he decides against it. “Carson lives almost on the other side of town. We should get going,” he says, turning his back to me and heading down the walkway.

“If everyone is quite finished, I’d love to start the class. Good. Welcome to Great American Authors 1500. I am Doctor Charlotte Wong, please call me Charlie.” As the professor began the class, laying out her syllabus for the semester, I couldn’t help but take small glances at Jace. He started off as a child on Disney channel, and grew his career into becoming an Oscar award winning actor. I knew he was around my age, but I could have never imagined that I’d be in college with him. I tried to focus on the class, but it was really hard considering the circumstances. As soon as the professor said that class was over, I let out a sigh of relief. I quickly packed my things in my bag, making sure

I shot at him already getting agitated, "The name is Carlos, now Jace?" He replied with a lot of sarcasm in his tone, "Carlos, what do you want?" I asked staring at him skeptically, he looked out of place standing at the door post, his stature is one of a trained wrestler if I am not mistaken and the casual tee and joggers he has on are not doing any justice to him, his brown scattered hair fell lazily on his face just above his eyes so effortless yet beautiful, why don't I see this kind of guys back in New York, I should really consider moving here then,

" I said. TBC.... Awwwn Jace is actually in love And he is the owner of the institute , so he just wanted Elena close

Tailored after his love for Japanese animations. Jace was a well-built young man in his late twenties. He wore his hair in a buzz fade that made his face look smart. His body did nothing to not distract any oncoming gaze that sought him out. He was built very nicely. Years of hitting the gym paid off and he was a McCain as much as he would hate to remind himself. They were built like mountains. An unstoppable force in anyone's path. Anyone that they choose to barrage for what it was worth. His blue eyes were just like his father's although he would drop dead before he admitted that he had anything in common with that man. This was a fact however. One that he could do absolutely nothing about