Jace Norman Age Novels & Stories

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.

"When I turn 18 I think I'm going to leave. I do not want to be a rouge but I'm tired of the abuse and being blamed for my parents death." "When you turn 18 come live with me and my parents." Angelica suggested. Shes so nice to me but I don't think I'll be able to do that. "I don't think the alpha will allow that. I think that it won't stop until I leave the territory." Just then I hear a twig snap. I turn around to see Jayce. He stands 6'2 with broad shoulder and short curly black hair. His ember eyes glaring at me. "Looks like i found your little hiding spot. Hear that guys the little orphan thinks that she's gonna go rouge after she turns 18."

There was no way that Jace Storme was staring at me. Jace Storme was the hottest guy in the world and possibly the entire universe. He had a slender athletic body, sparkly turquoise eyes as bright as the sun, shortly cropped brown hair that he enjoyed to spike and a smile that could light up even the darkest of nights. He was the captain of the soccer team, football team, dance team, and he was the lead in the school's musical. He was the most popular junior at Macintyre High, easy. He would never be caught dead talking to me, much less gazing at me. It was probably just the stupid glasses not working for me.

I might vomit. Jace has always been my faithful servant and childhood friend. Now he is standing behind me while using his strength against me, and I suddenly realize how helpless I am. I feel like a lamb cornered by the big bad wolf. Is he going to silence me in fear of me exposing his secret? And wait, if Jace is Alpha Lucifer, is he a shape-shifter? Are we the same age, or...has he been pretending to be the same age as me? Can he appear younger by his own will or something?! Just what is going on?

All my girls… Wow, there she goes with the accepting me thing again. I smiled back gratefully. This woman had sucked me right in. I defied any person to have one conversation with Dawn Roger and not fall in love with her. “Thanks, Dawn, that’s sweet.” She smiled. “Now, onto DJ,” she stated, looking at me expectantly. I looked at her uncomfortably, and waited for her to continue and tell me what she wanted to know. “Jace said he’s four?” she questioned. I nodded in response. “And what kind of thing is he into?”

"It is all my fault. If I wasn't pushing Johnathan to get his life back together, he wouldn't have left and would be alive now." Jace shook his head. "Dad always had a drinking problem. That's why mom left him. I'm sorry he put you through so much." Dad? Hearing someone calling Johnathan dad was so foreign, for the entire year Aaron was living with us, he either said Johnathan or that man. "Sorry, but how old are you two?" I just had to ask because they seem older than me. "Oh, I'm twenty-five, and my sister is twenty-two." Jace said.

Jace Westbrook had always been dangerous. He was twenty-four now, but she remembered him at eighteen—when he’d first walked into her life, cocky and golden, with a smirk that made her forget her own name. Back then, he was her mom’s new boyfriend’s son. The boy who played guitar too loudly, winked too easily, and once caught her staring during a barbecue. He’d smirked then, too. She never forgot it. That was four years ago. Now? Now he looked like sin in motion.