Jace Hotd Novels & Stories

The argument starts before we even board. “You’re not serious.” I’m standing on the dock in Miami heat, sunglasses pushed up, staring at Jace Calloway like he just told me the ocean is dry. “One room. You booked one room.” “Two rooms.” He doesn’t look at me. He’s scanning his phone, duffel slung over one shoulder, olive green, military-issue, because everything Jace owns is military-issue, including his personality. Six-two of disciplined muscle in a fitted black t-shirt and cargo shorts, jaw set, buzzcut growing out just enough to show that his hair is dark and thick, tattoo sleeve covering his left arm from shoulder to wrist, unit insignia, coordinates, something in Arabic he won’t explain

The other one with him was around my age but his head was bent downwards. The scent was coming from him. My P. A introduced me to the man she was talking to but I was more focused on the guy. He slowly lifted his head up and immediately I recognized him as the guy I hate - Xander. Unknown I ended the phone call with one of my informants working on a case. "Yes! My plans are finally coming together. All I need is one more information about Eva Luna and she would be gone for life" I laughed loudly "Watch out you persky Eva Luna" I said out in anger.

energy. I checked in, confirmed my shift, kept my phone powered off, and rode the elevator up feeling like I was entering an aquarium where the fish were celebrities and I was the person responsible for keeping the tank calm. When I opened the door to Unit 1708, I expected the post event slump again. I did not expect to hear a very normal, very teenage noise: A video game explosion. I stepped inside and followed the sound into the living room. Jace was on the couch with a controller in his hands, hoodie on, cap off, hair messy in a “I exist” way. His leg bounced with concentration. On the screen: some racing game with neon tracks and dramatic sound effects.

Lance smirked. Jace let out a sigh and kicked off his shoes. He pulled his shirt up over his head and then dropped his pants. He let his boxers on he wasn't taking them off and they would just have to deal with that. He climbed into the old metal tub and waited. Lance sent out an order for the wolf's bane bath to be made and they were at a stand still for the moment. Lance kept eagerly looking over at Jace, “What do you like what you see?” Jace cracked a smile resting his head on the back of the tub.

There was nothing mundane about this. "I have her," Jace said, his words dripping with that familiar, chilling satisfaction. "I need another favor, then you'll get your money... and her." I clenched my jaw, trying to steady the rising nausea. Every part of me screamed to hang up, to walk away, but I couldn’t. Not now. Not when I was this deep. "What is it?" My voice came out tight, strained, like a wire pulled too thin. "I need you to bring two of her friends. You know which ones." Jace’s voice was calm, almost too calm. "Bring them to the hot spot."

“Go, prepare my dark shadow dagger. Get me more about this Edith Walson.” I responded as I walked away angrily and anticipating that day when I will put an end to the one man who keeps causing lot of havocs. “Can't you make peace with him instead of going up for a fight?” Snow Darcy pleaded as she walked into the room. “Make peace? I am Jace Steele, an original and I cannot be killed.” “An original, because you are a hybrid? Huh?” Her question shocked me as I squinted my eyes a bit.

“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Tyler. Tyler Evans. I play linebacker for—” “Walk away,” Jace commanded, cutting off Tyler’s clumsy attempt at flirting. His voice was flat and cold, and absolutely lethal. I turned to see him looking up at Tyler with a death glare that could’ve frozen lava. His jaw was set, his hands closed into tight fists, his eyes dark and dangerous, with every inch of his body language screaming threat. Tyler actually gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah. Got it. She’s all yours, man.”

Jessica moves away from me. I move with her to the side. "Yes." I'm waiting for her to look at me like I have a communicable disease and walk away like the rest of the students but she just laughs and wraps her arms around my shoulders. "My dad will be so pissed, if it makes you any better he is a Beta. By the way, you just met Madison Darkwater nicknamed dark queen of the academy and her errand girl, Taylar Graves nicknamed Graves." Something silver catches my eyes, silver hair sways in the air, my breathing stop as a domineering MAN in capital letters takes my whole attention. "Jace." Without thinking, my legs starts moving.

Jace POV I watched the beauty leave while still with a raging hard-on. I don't know why I decided not to fuck her. Although I gave her an answer but deep down I know it wasn't entirely because of that. After pondering for a while I shook my head and headed out of the room. I'm Jace Lorrid, currently twenty-six years and the owner of the Lorrid group of companies, and the owner of Passion.

Her mind was messed up and she couldn't think straight. “You must be wondering why I'm here, Angel. It's simple really. The boss, he's had his fun and you're as good as dead. So before he gives the order to get rid of you, we might as well have a little fun.” Jade felt her heart racing. She blinked her eyes open, shedding a few tears along the way. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, slowly leaning toward her, his lips slightly pouted in readiness to kiss her. She held her breath, tears streaming down her eyes, as she waited for him to get close enough. Once he did, she raised her left hand to his face, scratching and wounding the right side of his face.