Jace Hotd Novels & Stories

I denied it, but my smile grew wider at the thought of Little Miss Izariah being covered in paint. “At first I thought it was just going to be one of your harmless games, but now I am wondering just how far you are willing to go to get her to submit to you.” Jace walked further into the Clubhouse. I noticed that he didn’t have his favorite jacket on, which was unusual for him. With the temperature drop, he had grabbed it earlier, before leaving. Not that it really mattered because half of the things Jace did, didn’t make any sense. “As far as I need to.” I admitted, my smile dropping as I realized Jace wasn’t finding this funny.

'' 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.

Carson kept looking between Colt and Alec. “Stage your own attacks.” Jace said quietly from the back of the room. We all turned to look at him. “Am I the only one under the impression you have a couple people in your packs that have knowledge of some shady people?” “You want us to let Gunther loose to terrorize Anthony?” Alec looked over at Colt in shock. “Or Zac. Either one or both. What do you have to lose?” Jace sat back and looked at them. He knew he was right but neither Alec or Colt thought about that possibility.

Mind & Heart by Tristan Barton plays softly, the melancholy melody filling the car. I lift my hand, gently placing a finger under Jace’s chin, guiding his face toward me. His eyes, once brimming with confidence and arrogance, are now sunken and haunted. In this moment, he’s not the Jace Adkins I know—the bold, self-assured man—but a lost little boy, burdened by the pain of visiting the graves of parents who were stolen from him.

“I’m not blind. The bond is obvious. Your pack doesn’t know, not exactly, but they snse something is up. They can smell tension, and the one person who doesn’t seem remotely rattled by it?” “Jace Rowan.,” Rhett responded. Tarek nodded. “Exactly. Beta from Hollowshade. Clean record. Quiet. And apparently just as tangled up in Mira as you are.” Rhett leaned back in his chair, folding his arms across his chest. “You think he’s competition.”

“I swear, I need a weekend away or I’m going to scream. Luckily, Jace is taking me up to his cabin tomorrow.” Ryleigh blinked, the name unfamiliar. “Jace?” Natalia sat up, suddenly sheepish. “Oh. Right. I never told you. Jace Marlow. He’s one of the border warriors. You’ve probably seen him—tall, built like a tank, usually glaring at something.” Ryleigh’s lips curled. “Sounds charming.” “He is,” Natalia said with a small smile. “Well, once you get past the whole ‘I will kill you if you breathe too close to my mate’ vibe.”

He sniffed his pits and found that they didn't stink so he didn't bother with deodorant, then he splashed his face with cold water, which helped to revive him. When he returned to the bedroom, he saw that his bed had been made. His eyes moved to the young man where he was standing between their two beds. "We have to make up our own beds before breakfast." The boy placed his hands on his narrow hips. He was standing like he was superman or Peter Pan. Troy wanted to laugh but that was probably the medicine. "I'm Jace. Jace Macadue." He was dressed in street clothes, wearing strangely patterned slacks as if he should be off golfing, and a black hoodie. He also wore slippers on his feet.

"You claim you don't have feelings for Gendry. Are you saying that if he came and told you that he wanted more than a fling with you, you would say no?" Tessa swallowed hard. ༺❀༻༺❀༻༺❀༻ Gendry and Jace were in one of the rooms at Jace's family-owned hotel, where all the men had been sent by Maya to get ready. "She's going to be my wife, dude. I'm going to be Maya's husband in a few hours," Jace gushed like a giddy teenager. "She's the most amazing woman I've ever met, and I'm so happy she'll be mine forever. Her—"

Nicole's POV; "Nicole! "Johan calls in a harsh whisper, but I ignore her. I'm not gonna stand for this. I won't stand here and watch them display such cruelty to someone's child. "What do you think you're doing!? "I scream at the boys, and Mason takes a step so he can view me properly. He stares at me for a few seconds and then faces the boy about to shot the ball. He signals him to continue, and I am thrown aback.

Elena raised a brow. “If it’s about another one of your conspiracy theories involving the royal family and alien lizards, I’m turning this car around.” “No,” Jace said, clutching his cup. “Better. Man. Hot man.” Elena snorted. “I need specifics. Height? Hair? Estimated emotional damage?” “He’s tall,” Jace sighed, looking dream drunk already. “Dark hair. Probably early thirties. Handles code like a literal god. Saw him at that coworking space I go to sometimes. He was debugging like…” Jace pressed a hand to his chest. “Like art.”