Jace Norman From Henry Danger 소설 & 이야기

“Tell me about yourself.“ I tried to force my mind away from Alpha Magnus, Nina, the orgasm reeking club and focused on him. I gave a simple introduction—told him my name, my course, and my dream of becoming a world-renowned healer. He also introduced himself; his full name is Jace Brooks, studying Pack Laws and Relations, and he would definitely become a Beta like his father. I nodded slowly…. and then we talked about other random topics. The college, politics and entertainment in the Moon Eclipse Pack. Jace is a nice guy and talking to him made me take my mind off things for a while, although Alpha Magnus words still echoed through my mind—taking root there. “Your untouched cunt is mine.“

“Stay and find out.” Surprising us, Jace chuckled, entertained by Henry’s threat. “Ah… vamps, always acting high and mighty.” Jace is not a typical wolf. I knew it from the moment he stumbled upon Rory in the woods. I hadn’t sensed his presence, not until he came in contact with Rory, hence our sudden plan for coming to Gail Richardson’s invitation. It was my turn to set a hand on Henry’s shoulder. For hundreds of years, no one dared to challenge us face to face. And Jace’s audacity had Henry’s hand trembling in excitement. I could hear his blood boiling in anticipation of getting his hand stained with wolf’s blood.

“You were right. The best way for us to end this battle is to team up.” He smiled, but it was only a half-smile, and it didn't brighten his face. It only added to his menacing appearance. He emanated danger in a way she'd never seen before. A physique covered in dark tan, golden skin was firm and muscled. Jace towered over her, being at least six feet three or four feet tall. He wasn't attractive; his face was far too ferocious for that. His shoulders were brushed by his long, dark mane of hair. He had a harsh, strained appearance.

Finally, he leaned back in his chair, voice low and deliberate. “Naomi,” he said, the way he called my name, without any warmth, raised up my internal panic meter to ten. “I think you need to understand something clearly. And you need to understand it right now.” “Jace is an employee,” he continued. “A highly trained security specialist. His duty is to keep you safe. He gets paid very well for his duty. He is not your friend, he is not your brother, and he is certainly not a suitable subject for your little rebellious experiments.”

"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 claw onto the edge of the table instead of shooting them both. “You can’t fucking tell him,” Jace says in a near whisper. “This is what he’s like now. It’s like unhooking a rabid dog’s chain.” “I’m right fucking here,” I reply. Henry shakes his head. “No, it’s not. I grew up with him. I grew up in this life. I know what the news is going to mean.” “What the fuck are you talking about?” I seethe, looking from man to man. “Watch your fucking language, you Italian prick–”

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.

“It was the only time he’d really let me touch him. The only way to make him—the guy I love—need me.” “That’s not exactly an excuse, sweetie. You kept my mate ill to the point that he thought he couldn’t claim me. But that was the whole idea, wasn’t it?” Before Sansa could answer, Jace came bursting into the cabin, hobbling and bleeding, with Merrick close behind him. “Nick’s unconscious,” Jace told them all. “I managed to get away while the shifters were concentrating on helping and healing each other. But it won’t be long before he wakes up. We need to be ready.”

“We’re close to confirming it.” “And when we do?” I asked. Jillian didn’t answer. He didn’t need to. His eyes told me everything. They would burn the whole city down if it meant getting my father back—and keeping me safe. The next day, tension hung over the mansion like a storm cloud. Everyone was on edge. Even the usually unreadable Joseph Colbert looked uneasy. “Christy,” he called out when I entered the hall. “Yes, sir?” He studied me. “You’ve grown a backbone.”

After washing my face and taking my time to brush my hair, I unlock the bathroom door and step out. Only to be pushed back inside. “I was hoping it was you,” Jace says in a low, dangerous voice, locking the door behind him. His imposing presence fills the small space immediately. He steps closer, wearing just sweatpants—his bare chest on full display. My feet scramble backward over the cold tile as my eyes trail over his toned, muscular body. Oh my God. Oh no. Shit. I’m gobsmacked and can’t say anything, not even when he grabs me and cages me against the glass shower door. He has a look of danger and hunger on his face. Eyes that promise no good news look down at me.