Jace Norman Age Novels & Stories

[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?”

Lucian POV: Jace sat bolt upright across from me. He was slightly shorter than Ryan, but built like a brick wall. Broad, square jaw, a thick mahogany beard, and dark auburn hair—he was the very picture of brute strength. "Ease up, Jace. We’ve known each other for years. No need for the rigid ceremony in private." "No. You are the Young Alpha." He met my eyes with unyielding discipline. A wry smile touched my lips. I’d expect nothing less from a man trained by Ryan.

He looked skeptically at me and Alaric and then Esme answered sighed in defeat seeing he was jfagoutnumbered” “My name is Jace” “How old are you? “17” “Now tell me exactly what happened to you” “I went out to get some fresh air and I heard some noises around the back of the school… so I went to check it out. I saw this guy half naked… It was so weird, and I remember getting closer to him and asking if he was okay… he didn't say anything, he just crouched lower to the ground in a really weird position. Then came this loud noise. It sounded like his bones were cracking and being reshaped at the speed of light…” He drew off as he immersed himself in the memory.

“I don’t have shoes, clothes and I have my phone.” “Screw it,” she says, waving her hand and laughs. “I’m sure Jace would love that.” “Ew,” I tell her. “He’s like thirty.” “He’s twenty-two,” she says, like it’s no big deal. “Whatever,” I say. “I’m sixteen. And he left his pack when he was fifteen to prance around the country. He might as well be thirty.” “Oh my holy-!” she groans, clearly frustrated. “Do I have to do everything!?”

Jace’s voice boomed from the opposite side of the pile. “Jace.” Nora whispered, she was slightly relieved seeing him up. “Jace, it's her birthday. She’s twenty one, it's the hunter curse.” Nora yelled to him. “You.” Mallory tilted her head looking at him as if she recognized him. “Mallory, we are your mother and father. You are our everything. Baby don’t you remember. You used to run through this courtyard laughing like a wild thing. Adam or Dad chasing after you. We have healed that part of the past.” Nora whispered, trying to get her to see or feel something.

My father had died just a few months ago, and already, she was itching to be rid of me. “Ayla,” she called, her voice thin and edged with impatience. I stayed silent, gripping the edge of the curtain. How had it come to this? How had my life unraveled so completely? It wasn’t like I didn’t know. I’d been cursed—or at least, that’s what everyone whispered behind my back. The day I met Ashton was supposed to have been the happiest day of my life. I remembered it like it was yesterday. --- --- --- It was the Jacaranda Festival, the streets alive with music and the air filled with the scent of flowers. I’d just turned eighteen, the age every werewolf dreams about, the moment the Moon Goddess rev

He fought against a thirty-year-old man and won, at just eighteen years old. I was in Garibaldi with my parents for that Alpha Challenge and they allowed me to watch it. I guess you could say I developed a crush on Jace right then and there. I was just fifteen, but I knew he had to be mine one day. He just HAD to be, I felt it in my bones. So, when the opportunity of having him came up three years later, I took it.

I try to stand and feel pain in my foot I look down an see it bandaged I don't care at the moment because I wanna go home with the gun still pointed at them. "Hey, careful you took quite a beatings, your body might hurt and you need to rest. I see a bit of panic in you eyes but you need to just lay down and calm down." Say the guy that I realized is Niko who was in final year last year in Varsity, he has the bad boy thing down to the T and as I look at the guys they look alike and my guess is they brothers.

“He’s a lucky guy. Never heard of someone having a blowout for their forty-third birthday. Forty or forty-five, sure. But forty-three? Why the big party?” “Why not?” “Fair,” I said. “Wait. How old are you then?” “Twenty-four.” Twenty-four! My brain screamed at me. I almost swallowed my own tongue. “My dad had me when he was nineteen. I know, it’s a small age gap between us. But it’s cool. Now that I’m an adult, we’ve managed to cultivate a pretty cool friendship.” I nodded. I couldn’t think of anything to say. “Well,” Jace said, pushing himself back to his feet. “I’d better get back in there. These halls will be swimming with kids in ten minutes or so. You’d better vacate the premises and fi

Jace POV I watched the beauty leave while still with a raging hard-on. I don't know why I decided not to fuck her. Although I gave her an answer but deep down I know it wasn't entirely because of that. After pondering for a while I shook my head and headed out of the room. I'm Jace Lorrid, currently twenty-six years and the owner of the Lorrid group of companies, and the owner of Passion.