Jace Norman Hot Novels & Stories

The temptation is unbearable. My mind is a haze, filled with nothing but him—his weight, his heat, his power over me. I don’t care about the pain, or that he’s my teacher, or that I’ve never done this before. All I know is that I want him. Now. Every part of me aches for it. I lean closer, moaning softly against his lips, my body pressing into his. “Fuck. NORALI,” Jace growls, his control snapping. He pulls away suddenly, grabbing the tie around my neck and yanking hard. “You’re really shit at listening,” he breathes.

Inside the car Jace asked, “What kind of man are you?” “Meaning?” “You walked out into the toxic gas outside and yet you weren't affected.” “I have gone through worse, to get to exactly where I am today.” “You're just cold.” THE NORMAN MANSION “Everyone out,” Mr. Norman barked. “Including you Charlotte, out.” Within seconds, the living room was empty. He turned slowly towards Jace. “Look at you.” Jace said nothing. “You disappear from your own family event, get yourself dragged into a sex scandal at a filthy club, and somehow still manage to return looking like a stray dog.”

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.”

Her mind was messed up and she couldn't think straight. “You must be wondering why I'm here, Angel. It's simple really. The boss, he's had his fun and you're as good as dead. So before he gives the order to get rid of you, we might as well have a little fun.” Jade felt her heart racing. She blinked her eyes open, shedding a few tears along the way. She watched as he unbuckled his belt, slowly leaning toward her, his lips slightly pouted in readiness to kiss her. She held her breath, tears streaming down her eyes, as she waited for him to get close enough. Once he did, she raised her left hand to his face, scratching and wounding the right side of his face.

The sparks rained down like dying stars, and in their flickering light, Coach Reeves smiled. It wasn't the gruff, impatient expression I'd seen across a hundred practices. It was the smile of a man who'd been waiting four hundred years for this moment and was savoring every second. Jace stumbled backward, his hand catching the edge of the rink boards. His eyes were flickering—blue, gold, blue, gold—the same war I'd seen at the warehouse. The same battle between the boy he wanted to be and the monster his blood demanded he become.

I’m panting, clawing at him. “Bunny…” he rasps—his voice gravel and sin—low enough to melt every shred of resistance. I trace my hands along his chest, hard and broad and built to destroy. Jace Grey isn’t just hot—he’s an empire of lust and danger. He slams me down onto the bed, cradling the back of my head to keep it from hitting the headboard. Then his weight pins me, thick and heavy, pressing me into the mattress like gravity itself wants to join in.

At least I wasn’t being pushed off. “Jace Whitmore.” A smooth voice called out. I strained my neck to the side to find a tall beautiful dark haired woman standing with one hand in her pocket; a small smile on her face. “Gianna,” Jace answered coldly, “what are you doing here?” “I came here with Nomi. I’m his date.” “Oh.” I’d never seen Jace be cold to someone like this. Other than Taser of course. I could feel an undertone of tension that she masked well behind her friendly smile. Her eyes went over me.

He licked his lips, and he raked my body up and down. I rolled my eyes and prepared to ignore him so that he wouldn’t ruin my evening. But before I could walk away, the door behind me chimed, and I felt an arm circling my waist, pulling me closer to his body. "If you have nothing good to say, I suggest you keep your mouth shut," Jace spoke, and his deep baritone voice was so sexy that it was the only thing I could focus on. "So it’s true, you and Amara are dating?"

Chapter 34: A Different Kind of Normal Nyra's Pov A few days passed, and things began to feel steady again. Not perfect, and not completely resolved, but steady enough that I could move through my day without constantly thinking about everything that had already happened. Jace went back to training, and this time he did not hesitate. From what I heard, he pushed himself harder than before, and it showed in the way people talked about him. I stayed away from the rink for those few days.

His eyes glued to hers he run his thumb over her jaw line causing electric shots to spread across her skin she instinctively shut her eyelids close gving up to the warmth of his fingers brushing over her neckline making her chest rise and fall almost heavily. "behave well and you'll be praised" His cold voice pierced her chest like an arrow. The spell that his touch had on her body was insane a whimper nearly escaped Jessica's lips at the loss of touch when Lucas retrieved his hand and is now standing up proud, a wicked smile on his luscious lips before her now wide-open emerald eyes.