Jace Carson Novels & Stories

'' I smirked and playfully poked him in the side. Jace and I didn't get to speak with each other much. He was cute, though. He was tall-hence the basketball- and he had long dark brown slightly wavy hair that was pulled into a quick bun. I especially loved his eyes, they were a light brown colour that reminded me of Zoa's iced coffee for some reason. He also had a moustache and beard that connected and cut low; he was very scruffy, and I liked it. He was basically the human version of an English cocker spaniel-cute and hairy.

I blinked, trying to get my tequila-soaked eyes to focus. Standing there was a mountain of a man. Six-foot-four of intimidating muscle, wrapped in a dark jacket with broad shoulders, messy dark hair and piercing ice-blue eyes. A faint scar sliced through his left eyebrow, adding a dangerous edge to a face that frankly had no right being that handsome. Jace freaking Hamilton.. Captain of the Westbridge hockey team, future NHL draft pick and Tristan’s worst enemy on and off the ice.

Instead, it feels like a riddle. Because the more I watch Jace, the less he looks like the mastermind I’ve built in my head. Yes, he’s arrogant. Yes, he’s untouchable, the crown prince of Blackridge. But the way he carries himself—controlled, careful—feels less like a boy who orchestrates disappearances and more like someone covering cracks.

he added. Dillon heaved a sigh, and in just a snap, he was gone in Drake’s sight. Unexpectedly, Emily looked at Drake. She faked her smile and waved her swab. “I’m still cleaning. Do you need anything?” Emily shouted; it echoed throughout the whole living room. Drake kept his expressionless face while walking toward Emily. Emily’s mouth parted a bit and thought. ‘Fuck, why does he look so fucking like a Greek God while walking? He looks dashing, including his dark aura,’ she thought.

and you know that mike drop moment, that’s exactly what happened. “ wait you mean Gemini Jacobs of jacobs computers ? The one who lost her parents months ago the one related to the demon chief’s wife “ “ Damn and that jack ass Jace who should be twerking and thanking the goddess for such a gift chose Kalista, penniless and average looking , there is something wrong with that boy definitely”

I wake up it’s a sunny Saturday morning. I go downstairs to the kitchen to get coffee and a bagel. I sit at the island and read the paper. Jace isn’t home, he had to go to London for a meeting about his art gallery. Which is fine, he spends most of his time here and has to go back maybe once a month, just to sign some papers that he can’t finish over to the phone or in an email. I never went to law school, I conquered my dream of becoming a wedding photographer and Jace is still an amazing artist with several great art galleries around the world.

Tour: Jace leaned against the wall of a store that was on the corner of Jefferson and main. His eyes shut as he focused on his breathing. He was trying to calm down Cole who was crawling beneath his skin, The car screeched ignorant of him. Dante always drove too fast and even faster when he thought something was wrong. Jace sighed, pulling open the passenger side door. Jace sat down in the car like he was carrying the weight of the world. “Hey you alright?” Dante said, pulling the car away from the sidewalk.

Sasha and Leo climbed into one SUV while River and Jace slid into a sleek black Mustang. The ride started quietly, the soft rumble of the engine filling the space. Jace sat by the window, his hand resting lightly on the edge as he stared out, his face glowing under the warm light. River glanced at him. “You look like a kid on Christmas morning.” Jace laughed softly. “I guess I do.” River tilted his head. “This your first time traveling like this?” Jace nodded, still watching the passing cars and palm trees. “Yeah. I don’t travel much. Work keeps me busy.”

It was three in the morning and I was driving around New York pretending I was out clearing my head. It was just a fucking lie I told myself to pretend I knew what I was doing when it came to Hazel. My phone rang just as I pulled up to the address Ivan had gotten me. “Carter is in. The shipments will be arriving soon. I don’t know what you said to him but it worked. “ Of course, it fucking worked. I was the most powerful and dangerous man in New York. A lot of his actions were motivated by fear. I was unforgiving and everybody knew it. Carter was smart to accept my escorts, drinks, and deals.

I groan internally. My name is Mariah Cruz. I'm 17 years old and starting my junior year today. My Father, Mark Cruz, is the current Beta of our pack, The Royal Moon Pack, and my mother, Jennifer Diaz, is the Beta female. My Brother Josh Cruz is 18 years old and a senior in High School. He is training to become the next Beta when our Alpha, Jason Adams, decides to retire and hand the title to his eldest son, Nick Adams. Nick is 18 and is also a senior in high school. He is also my brother's best friend.