Jace Hotd Novels & Stories

Jim said signaling for him to look back. Tyle swallowed hard when he turned to see Jace glaring dangerously at him, "Hehe, am just joking about that dude, don't take me serious bro" he laughed nervously. "Why is she with that Asshole guy again," Jace said amidst gritted teeth, clenching his fist in anger. "Dude, do you just say again? Are they courting or what" Tyle said with a bemused expression. "He is courting death then" he breathed out dangerously.

CHAPTER 21 Nova Sterling Point Of View “Welcome to my workplace, gorgeous. They want a show; let’s give it to them.” Jace pulls me onto the stage, his bare chest gleaming under the hot pink spotlights. The stolen tech arm on his right side sparks blue, still not entirely under his control. The crowd screams as Jace snaps his fingers. Flames shoot up from the nightclub stage. People laugh and throw money at us. “It looks like you'll have to work harder for your tips, pretty boy,” I say, stuffing a twenty-dollar note into his waistband. My fingers brush his hip bone, and his breath catches.

“Okay, young lady, let me educate you on their crew.” I nodded like a good student. “You know Aiden, so we’ll skip him. The girl he was lip-locked with is Chloe—his ‘girlfriend’ or... plaything,” he coughed. “She’s the jealous type. Thinks she’s Mrs. Aiden Cross already. Delusional much.” I chuckled. “Then there’s Ty—basketball prodigy, cool guy, Aiden’s closest friend. Also hot.” He held up a finger. “Last but definitely not least—Jace. Quiet type, but people say he’s hilarious when he talks. Laid back. And hot. My kind of hot.”

Zoe tried to calm Luka down. “Alpha is right, am sorry Zoe, I just want to know who Jace is?” he asked calmly this time, the calm before the storm because one was brewing inside him waiting to be released. “Jace is the hybrid.” Answered Luka. JP chuckled shaking his head in disbelief. “So, you even had time to get to know the bastard who killed my mate?” Zoe figured calling Jace by his name was not such a good idea after all but at the time she did not think about it.

the host announced, making Emerose, who was sitting on the side, near the young audience whom she thought were gamers, look at the stage. She found Jace standing in the center with a microphone in his hand, smiling as he waited for the applause to fade. ‘The bastard is really handsome,’ Emerose thought. “Thank you very much for coming,” Jace started. “This is my first attempt at engaging in esports. After witnessing the satisfaction on every gamer’s faces whether they win or lose, I began dreaming of developing a game that I’m sure everybody would love with collaboration to ACEGame Development. Who would have thought that this dream will eventually lead me back to the love of my life that I

“Volkov is going to end this war.” My stomach twisted. “You are working for him.” “I am working to survive,” he replied. He stepped closer. “Ruin cannot win this,” Jace continued. “And when he falls, the club falls with him.” My grip tightened on the gun. “You do not know him,” I said. Jace’s helmet tilted slightly. “I know him better than you do.” That angered me more than the gun pointed at my chest. “I am not afraid of you,” I said.

He was maybe thirty, his dark hair messy, his piercings glinting, his vibe pure player—cocky yet charming. But his grip was gentle. His hazel eyes flicked to mine every now and then, checking if I was okay. “Am I heavy?” He laughed, deep and warm, “Heavy? Nah, you’re light as a feather. Besides, you’re not walking on that ankle.” “You got a name, hero?” “Jace Wilder. And you’re Lisa, right?” I froze, my eyes narrowing. “How do you know my name?” He chuckled, stepping into the hotel elevator, the doors hissing shut.

She works me without mercy, her knuckles rubbing against my sensitive spot. — You're so tight, little one. So hot. Are you going to come like this, standing in the entryway, like the little slut you are? I shake my head but my body says yes. I'm about to explode... — Enough. The voice cracks like thunder. Isadora withdraws her fingers. I stagger. She licks them slowly, savoring. I look up. Kael. At the top of a spiral staircase. Perfect black suit. High cheekbones. Square jaw. And those eyes, pale blue almost white. Ice. Death.

A loud, thudding sound, followed by a deeper voice. “Liv, do you always have to flirt with the new girls?” he asked, walking in like he owned the entire dorm. I turned. Jesus. Tall. Tattooed. Hair a mess in the way only a bad boy can pull off. Shirtless, of course. Sculpted abs, like a walking wet dream. And his eyes icy gray, locked on mine like he already knew the things I moaned about in secret. “Name’s Jace,” he said, not offering a handshake. “Don’t fall in love. I bite.”

"You've always thought Mom and Dad gave me everything, right? But when they handed me RiverwaveCorp, it was a dumpster fire, thanks to the Drago family. I built it back up. I made them kneel. Me." Wayne's sharp, narrow eyes glinted with mockery from behind his glasses. "What, you want a medal? That's why they chose you, huh? Because you're so much better than me?" Jace didn't back down. "That's the truth, isn't it?" Wayne let out another dismissive laugh. "Truth? Don't even start." Jace had had enough of the pretense, so he tore the mask off entirely.