Jace Norman Age Novels & Stories

V Ms. Samuels told me not to talk to Jace, but I have a crush on him. I can't help it. He's like a Greek god. Smooth skin, bright green eyes, brown hair cut low in the back, sharp cheek bones, perfect eye brows, perfect lips, deep dimples and don't forget that smile. Oh my god. That smile. His body was to die for, its obvious he plays some kind of sports. How can you not have a crush on God's masterpiece?

“Let’s talk.” They walked upstairs. Jace turned to Lisa and winked. “Relax, kid. It’ll be fine.” Lisa rolled her eyes. “I’m not a kid. I’m fifteen.” “Alright, alright,” Jace said, raising his hands. “My mistake.” He muttered under his breath, “Kid.” Lisa glared… then unexpectedly leaned in and hugged him briefly. “Thanks, Jace.” He patted her head lightly. “Yeah, yeah. Don’t get used to it.”

His dirty blonde hair, his blue eyes glint mischievously under the dim light, he grins like he’s entertained. ‘Why does he look familiar?’ “Relax,” he drawls. “We just came to say hi, no need to be so rude.” Brandon’s jaw clenches and he steps even forward, Isaac and a bunch of guys moves forward too. Dirty blonde chuckles, he radiates so much happiness for someone he looks like he just stepped into the lion’s den. “Who is he?” I whisper-ask Yara, trying not to draw attention to myself. She sighs. “Jace Norman, captain of the silverwolves, from silver high and damn psychopaths.”

Weirdo. "Jace is 19 and in his finals in highschool,"Rowan spoke and I frowned at Jace who had his attention on his plate. 19? What the hell was a 19 year old guy like him doing in highschool? I was thinking maybe he'd be in college or something. "He isn't really the bright kinda guy,"Rowan answered my unspoken question. Ohhhhh. So that was the reason. Was it funny that the Jace in question actually looked like he was some kinda genius or something?  Anyways, let's not judge a book by it's cover.

There, parked crookedly near the side entrance, was Jace’s vintage Triumph motorcycle. "That’s strange," I muttered under my breath as I struggled with the weight of the shopping bags. His shift couldn't have been over by this time. Jace was supposed to be at the hardware store in town until at least four. He was twenty-four, a young man of quiet competence and a physical presence that I tried very hard to ignore. It might not be something so proud to admit, but the truth was that I found him attractive.

[Jace] “Hello father.” [Mr Norman] “Save the greetings and give me an answer to my question.” [Jace] “Yes I am not at home.” [Mr Norman] “And why is that?” [Jace] “Because I am a grown adult who makes decisions for himself.” [Mr Norman] “Very well said, so now back to the question, why is that?” [Jace] “I stepped out to have some fun.” [Mr Norman] “Fun… does this fun you speak of involve a third party?”

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.

Ethan was asleep down the hall, tucked into bed with his favorite dinosaur clutched to his chest, blissfully unaware of the storm gathering around him. He had no idea that the careful walls I had built for years were starting to crack. No idea that the truth I had buried so deeply was clawing its way to the surface. I wouldn’t let it touch him. “Jace,” I said softly, stepping closer, “you’re overthinking this.” He let out a short laugh. “I wish I was.” His gaze dropped to the photo again. “How old is he?” The question was gentle. Too gentle. “Five,” I answered after a beat.

"You will get married to Scarlett Tate, you better start seeing her as your wife. I don't care whatever deal we made. I gave you all that your useless father could not give you! If you mess up my business, I will send you back to the slum where you came from!" Jace started to reach for him again when two guards held him down. He struggled to free himself, but it was futile. Mr. Norman adjusted his fit and walked out of the office. Only after the door was closed, did the guards release Jace and follow after his father. His mother, who had been quiet all along, rushed to him but Jace pushed her off the moment she touched him, "I am Jace Norman Sanders," he mumbled to himself in fury, "CEO of S

I rolled my eyes playfully. "Too bad, I don't know why you like this girl so much, Tino." she frowns as I stand beside her watching the young lovers playing like children. I've never seen this side of Jace since he completed sixteen. Now he's thirty, and a woman is turning him into a smiling Jace that I once knew. I have to admit seeing the sparkles in my son's eyes, the glimmers of love. The attraction that Jace is not fighting, I know that my son loves sleeping around. Still, he is not the type that falls in love or, left alone, seduces his employee. I don't need to investigate more about her, and I approve of their relationship; even if it leads to marriage, I will double approve it.