Jace Hotd Novels & Stories

“I’m here to get my…my girlfriend. Tell her to allow me to see Skye and take her home. Then I’ll be out of here. I don’t want trouble.” “You’ll leave now,” Jace said, slow and precise. “You take one step toward that bed and I’ll make sure every door you think you can open slams in your face. Bank accounts. Contacts. Friends, drug zones, Gone. You won’t find a single ally left. I won’t ask twice.” Dante tried to step closer. “You don’t know who I have in my corner. You think your money and toys scare me?” Jace’s lips curved slightly, deadly calm. “I don’t scare you, Dante. I end you. And yes, I know about the cops you think are untouchable. I know exactly who you’ve paid off, and it won’t mat

His posture was casual, but his pale eyes were sharp, scanning the room, the hallway behind him, and finally me with calculating distances. "I’d rather sleep in a ditch than spend another night in this bed," I answered dryly. The man chuckled, stepping into the room with his hands tucked into his pockets. "Hey, don't let Dora hear you say that. She takes pride in these stiff-as-cardboard sheets. Tells everyone it builds character." He stopped a few feet away, his gaze dropping to the cradle. His expression softened, just a fraction, the lethal edge in his eyes dimming. "Mind if I look? I promise I don't bite. Well, unless you're a rogue trying to breach the western ridge, but he looks a litt

"Are you going to continue to cower and hide behind that pillar? You are so embarrassing!" "Jace?" Rain almost squealed with joy when she realized that the newcomer was Jace Dauntess. Jace glanced over at Rain's place. Suddenly anger flared in Jace's initially cold eyes. "By the angels! Every time we gave you guys a chance to live and walk away, you guys always threw a tantrum!" Jace grumbled to the monster. Jace pulled his hands from his pants pockets. From his ten fingers stretched out long, sharp black nails. The tips of his nails were powerful like daggers.

Clean, woodsy, and something darker underneath that made me want to lean in and stay there. I didn’t say anything at first. I was too busy looking. Jace wasn’t doing anything flashy—white tee that hugged his chest like it was made for him, a bomber jacket thrown over it, dark jeans that sat just right, and spotless sneakers. Simple. Effortless. And deadly. The lights in the room made his skin glow, smooth and golden-brown. His beard was sharp, and that little smirk he gave me when he caught me staring? Unfair.

The other replied and Jace, with a poker face cursed "Fuck off!" "I'm sorry my love" Jace Hudson declared and came over and kissed her temple. He held her hand and said "the restroom is by the first turn" Arianna nodded and asked "Why are they calling you Boss?" She asked and Jace laughed "I'm the owner of the hotel" "Oh!" Arianna chimed. Satisfied with the reply, she went to the restroom. The thoughts of what had happened in the pavilion crossed her mind and she sighed. Jace brought her to the club for fun.

His real name, Ace Willow, came to light to everyone's shock, and he was in fact not from the States but from a remote village in London. Through the orchestrated accident alongside the road which was a blindspot, the real Jace was killed and secretly buried, while the fake Jace took his position at the accident scene with a few added sets to make the show complete. The car caught fire and blew up right on the spot, but the fake Jace was already miles away from it while pretending to struggle for life, after injecting some kind of drug into his bloodstream to activate his hormones.

Very overwhelming. Jace is a human lie detector. He’s never been wrong. Jace is another reason we’ve always known that the stories of ole are lies. Being selected to be a mate in a harem is a direct blessing from the Gods. We’ve always known the truth, we didn’t share it with others, but we knew.

Jace straightened, and when he spoke again, his voice rang out over the entire gathering — louder than the bell, colder than the moonlight, and final. "I, Alpha Jace of the Makasi Moon Pack, refuse to let this fat thing be my Luna."

I play with the dagger in my hand, bored as hell, but work needs to be done. “Someone called Jace is in the city, he ran from the Wolversons. He’s hiding out in the old hotel, Myers. I came straight here when I heard, I thought you guys should know. Wolversons is hunting him down, apparently, he touched their woman.”

“Relax man, I’m not going to f-k up your tatt or beat you because my girl is a sex-pot. I know it, she knows it, our boyfriends know it. Believe me, it takes four of us to keep up with her. You’re not to blame that you’re caught in the crossfire of her little game. Stronger men than you have fallen beneath the power of it.” “Aww,” Aislen sniggered. “He can be sweet when the mood is upon him. The rest of time, Jace, he’s got the attitude of a model who finds that her caffeine and cocaine has been delayed in traffic – temper tantrums will ensue.” “And we’re done,” Rhett said with relief as he applied the cream and bandage over the fresh outline. “We’ll see you in a week to start the colour.” “