Jace Carson Novels & Stories

Aurora turned to walk away, her throat tight with emotion. Then a new voice broke through the noise. “That’s enough.” Everyone turned. A guy stood at the entrance of the gym, wearing a clean white shirt, sleeves rolled, clipboard in one hand. He wasn’t just anyone. Jace Carter. The student president. And the Dean’s only son. He walked into the gym slowly, eyes fixed on Aurora. “I’ve never seen someone move like that,” he said. Jessica stepped forward, smiling sweetly. “Jace, we’re in the middle of—”

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.

I whirled ready to lash out at whoever it was, only to stop dead when I saw who it was, He was something straight out of a fantasy novel, he had this slight tan thing going for him, and the tux he wore did nothing to hide how toned his body was, I had to tilt my head backwards a bit to get a good look at his face, he had honey brown eyes and a very defined jawline and Dark hair, I’d have really hated it if he were blonde, no offense to my mother.

The sparks rained down like dying stars, and in their flickering light, Coach Reeves smiled. It wasn't the gruff, impatient expression I'd seen across a hundred practices. It was the smile of a man who'd been waiting four hundred years for this moment and was savoring every second. Jace stumbled backward, his hand catching the edge of the rink boards. His eyes were flickering—blue, gold, blue, gold—the same war I'd seen at the warehouse. The same battle between the boy he wanted to be and the monster his blood demanded he become.

There is too much adrenaline, not enough control. If I sit here any longer, I’m going to spin myself into a panic tornado. I need…something. A place to put all of this. “Looking for somewhere to haunt?” a dry voice says from the doorway. I look up. Jace leans against the frame, hands in his pockets, the permanent faint smirk he wears softening the hard lines of his face. “Just trying not to climb the walls,” I say. “Or set them on fire.” “Bianca would kill you,” he says. “She just had them repainted.”

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.

Maybe crocodile men aren’t as bad as their reputation? I finish eating my breakfast and head to my room. Jace follows obediently behind me like a large dog with his inhumanely large sword on his back. He is wearing all his leather clothes today and his regular black mask that covers half of his face, so I can’t ogle his good looks. And yes, he is hot. I honestly don’t give a flipping heck about Jace’s scars on the right side of his face and body. The tattoos and scars only make him sexier.

Jace drove in his hot cake car that everyone is always drooling at and parked it his usual at his favorite spot he noticed a white Land Range Over 2019 model parked next to him, the driver alighted and he got furious to see who the person was , "That damn Ron bastard! " he pulled his car door open in haste and matched angrily to where the guy was standing. " Hey !it a good thing I ran into you here" Jace yelled out as he approached him

Ann's heart always pounded when she saw this man's face. "Where's my purse?" asked Ann matter-of-factly. "Don't worry, and I'll give it back to you after lunch. Let's enjoy the food leisurely. I want to get to know you better,” said J. Carter. "Okay, okay, Mr. Carter," said Ann. "Jace. Call me Jace, Ann. Or you can also call me J," said Jace Carter, smiling. His smile was so confident and charming. "So, what happened last night? Can you explain what happened between us and why I woke up naked? Are we…” Ann asked, a little nervous and hesitant.