Jace Hotd Novels & Stories

“I don’t know, Tay. My cousin is locked in the basement of my house, beaten to shit and chained to a wall, and my boyfriend refuses to let him down or show him any mercy at all.” “He was going to kill Matt, honey. He’s helping Drew.” She slumped down next to me and shoved a Danish in her mouth. “I know! And I don’t understand how he got to this point. He was so gentle when we were kids, and now he’s a hitman named Hades?! That’s not the Tyson I know and love.” “Just know that the guys have agreed not to hurt him or kill him as long as he keeps up his end of the deal. So, when this is all over, maybe you can help him get his life back on track.”

Cassy froze, her eyes peeling open with a reluctance to see what they know she would. Jace stood across the room from her, in the entrance of the tunnels that led back up to the packhouse. His face was a storm of emotion, hard and tight with a fire burning behind his eyes that made her breath hitch. She had never seen him so angry before but then, she couldn’t imagine what she looked like to him. Flushed and breathless, pressed against the wall by another man, a rival Alpha at that.

I fight the urge to snicker out loud. “ Honour my ass! Why would a dead person seek honour? Does he think that will make him a hero in the eyes of that bastard Victor? They'll just be replaced and forgotten like the weaklings they are. The warehouse door slams open, and there he is, gun blazing, dropping one of Jace’s guys with a single shot to the shoulder. Jace and the remaining one guy start firing shots in his direction. Hera and I are quick to take action. I manage a non-fatal shot to the other goon but Jace takes cover in time.

"Daniel Zavaro, twenty-nine years old. Six-year veteran of the Texas Mutiny. Number four on last year's Top Twelve most eligible bachelor list as voted by the city of Houston, behind one baseball player and two football players. Single, loves his family, volunteers at a local children's soccer league and all around nice guy." I stare at her, mouth gaping. "I can't believe you know all that." "I can't believe you don't," Sue says. "I didn't know about his volunteer work, but even I bought one of those sexy calendars they put together from the guys on that list." I cock my head at her. "What? It was for charity." "Seriously, Quincy," Geni says, turning back to her client. "He is ridiculously

he said. “I look forward to making you beg for mercy,” she murmured. “Then you’ll be disappointed.” He slid her card into his pocket and climbed onto his bike. He turned the key, and the engine roared to life beneath him. “Until tomorrow.” ***** Jace moved his ice pack from his left hand to this right. The swelling was starting to go down, but he knew he wouldn’t play for shit tonight. They were opening for Exodus End, in front of a sold out crowd. In f**king Las Vegas, Nevada. This should be a huge boost to their music careers, and they were all but guaranteed to suck. Sinners was moving up in the business, but Exodus End was at the top of the genre with no signs of slowing down. Could Sinn

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.

“If you consider the fact that I would be trading my pack in a fight at midnight as well, then yes, Jace, it went splendidly.” Jace? Aidan introduced us before my confusion could multiply. “Tara, this is my beta, Jace. Jace, Tara,” Jace flashed me a dimpled smile as he stretched his hand for a handshake. “Hello, ma’am. I’ve heard a lot about you.” He didn’t look like he was younger than me to be calling me ma'am, but that wasn’t what caught my attention. “You have?” Aidan cut Jace off before he could speak. “She needs the room, Jace. Take your yapping somewhere more useful, like getting me intel on how Collin is planning to rig the challenge tonight, okay?”

He silently listen to her sing with a voice full of sadness and unspoken emotions, and all he could do was stand by and watch her. He hides behind the tree when she turns and starts walking in his direction. he watches her walk her way to the mansion with so much sadness and pain in his eyes and follows her when she was gone from his sight. In a filled full of colorful flowers stood a man, he has been standing there without moving an inch. His name is Jace Bartley, a twenty-four years old business tycoon known worldwide, he is nicknamed "God Of Dead", " The Devil King" and sometimes "The Ice Could Prince". He smiles at none except his sister, Sophie Bartley who is his only family and pride.

I blew the smoke into his face and he dashed out immediately, alongside the others. Seconds later, my phone tinged with a message. What?! It was Jace, oh my God… H was drugged and bloodied, on Vargo's laps. Bloody motherfucker!

"Please... stop." "Why didn't you tell me? Why hide it?" Elias continued teasing Jace's body. He himself was already hard and desperately wanted to be touched by Jace too...but his brain was more focused on feeding the imagination of Jace that he has...feeding it through all his senses to make up for the eye sight that he didn't have. "Ahhhnnn....Cause I didn't want you doing this to me. I didn't ask for this," Jace whispered, still moaning. "I never wanted to have heat cycle's..I'm a Null."