Jace Carson Novels & Stories

Crook putting me up on detention. OH my God! Karla, Hannah and Riana are going to literally FREEEEEEEEAAAAAKKKKK out when I tell them about this. I really hope I am not daydreaming. I pinch myself to make sure I am not and indeed I am not. Jace holds his books with one hand and tucks the other in the pockets of his blue jeans. I can't help but drool at his biceps through his striped shirt. He's so perfect. I told you everything about me is perfect.

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.”

"You remembered that?" "I remember everything you tell me, Lenny." My heart softened, all the fear and stress of the last few days faded away. Maybe Jace really was a good guy, maybe I was just lucky. We sat in the car for a while, eating and talking. We avoided conversations about the NFL or the scholarship. Instead, we discussed the movies we both liked and he told me about his dog back home. "He’s a golden retriever named Scout," Jace said. "He thinks he’s a lap dog, he’ll probably try to sleep on your feet the first time you meet him."

"Where are you?" It was no other than Jackson who was on the other side of the call. He was munching on an apple as he stared at his friend, Jace, from the other side of the phone. Jace was dressed in all black and was wearing a nose mask. "You don't know where I am? You can't see?" Jace replied, causing Jack to roll out his laughter. "You look like a ninja on a mission." "Well...that's no further from the truth. "

"I know, but Damon…" My mother had suddenly appeared at the door, attracted by the brewing noise; her eyes had grown wide as she spotted Damon and Cassandra half-naked. "What is the meaning of this, Damon? Annie, why are you sobbing?" Cassandra seized the opportunity. She pointed at the pizza I mistakenly spilled on the floor. "Look, Mrs. Scarlett! Your ‘precious’ daughter tried to sneak in and attack Damon! She's trying to get obsessed with him! She doesn't want to accept that the Alpha already chose me. Your daughter keeps doing crazy things even when I'm the true Luna. I have been waiting for this poor thing of yours to leave him for me!"

There, parked crookedly near the side entrance, was Jace’s vintage Triumph motorcycle. "That’s strange," I muttered under my breath as I struggled with the weight of the shopping bags. His shift couldn't have been over by this time. Jace was supposed to be at the hardware store in town until at least four. He was twenty-four, a young man of quiet competence and a physical presence that I tried very hard to ignore. It might not be something so proud to admit, but the truth was that I found him attractive.

his eyes softened, glimmering with honesty “I really like you, Emily.” The suspense was killing me. He sighed deeply, then said; “I'm Jace Carter, the CEO of Vortex.” I felt the world pause on its track. I waited for him to tell me it was a joke and that I didn't just go on a date with the CEO of my company’s biggest RIVAL.

Carey shook hands with him before looking at Zayn who was still indifferent to what Austin said since it didn't affect him in any way. Jace stuffed his hands in his pockets, staring at him in an irksome manner. “The president is younger than I expected. How disappointing.” He blurted out before he could restrain himself as it was so apparent that he spoke the first thing that flashed across his mind. It wasn't a joke but Austin laughed at it. He wouldn't want to cause trouble now that he recognized Mr. Carey, he didn't know who Jace was, but how he dressed, he knew that he must be someone he shouldn't mess up with. “That's flattering.”

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.”

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.