Jace Norman Hot Novels & Stories

1 "He's such an asshole." Bea's face scrunched in distaste as she watched the scene that was taking place down the school hallway. "A hot asshole." Jade shrugged, laughing as she pulled her books out of her locker. I just watched. Bea rolled her eyes. "Yes, he's hot—but that doesn't give him the right to kill anyone who dares step in his way." Jade shut her locker and turned to look down the hallway herself. "Zac Miller is the guy who can do anything he pleases. The world runs the way people like him want it to run."

Tailored after his love for Japanese animations. Jace was a well-built young man in his late twenties. He wore his hair in a buzz fade that made his face look smart. His body did nothing to not distract any oncoming gaze that sought him out. He was built very nicely. Years of hitting the gym paid off and he was a McCain as much as he would hate to remind himself. They were built like mountains. An unstoppable force in anyone's path. Anyone that they choose to barrage for what it was worth. His blue eyes were just like his father's although he would drop dead before he admitted that he had anything in common with that man. This was a fact however. One that he could do absolutely nothing about

energy. I checked in, confirmed my shift, kept my phone powered off, and rode the elevator up feeling like I was entering an aquarium where the fish were celebrities and I was the person responsible for keeping the tank calm. When I opened the door to Unit 1708, I expected the post event slump again. I did not expect to hear a very normal, very teenage noise: A video game explosion. I stepped inside and followed the sound into the living room. Jace was on the couch with a controller in his hands, hoodie on, cap off, hair messy in a “I exist” way. His leg bounced with concentration. On the screen: some racing game with neon tracks and dramatic sound effects.

Jace said anger still in his voice. Nora ignores him and helps lift him out of the tub. His flesh touching hers felt like acid. She pulled him out of the tub and they collapsed backwards onto the cement ground. Jace landed on top of her. He quickly rolled off of her, breathing hard. Nora winced, waiting for the pain to stop. She stood as soon as she could. She grabbed a metal bucket that was on the ground and went over to the sink. She filled the bucket up with water. She walked slowly over Jace. He was laying with his back on the ground, his eyes shut, his breathing starting to resume back to normal. Nora dumped the water over him.

Jason said, patting Gracie's back from the side, keeping his gadget in his back pocket. "Oh, I-its alright." She said, smiling cheekily at him. Jason could have sworn in that moment that he has never seen such sparkly brown eyes ever before, as if a drop of honey shining in her irises. The eye contact wasn't meant to be that intense but who can stop the flow, right? The Apple of her cheeks finally turned red, knowing how intimidatingly his dark eyes were locked with her lighter ones.

All he'd wanted was the phone…He sighed. "I…I'm…I-I-" "I'm not attracted to you." Jace said absently. He looked over his shoulder at him and there was a bland expression on his face. "I like black guys—like the one that was in group. Magnus is the one that thinks you're hot, not me." Jace sighed and turned back to the window and Troy let out a relieved sigh.

“You’re so fucking hot.” Jade grinned, unzipping Norma’s dress in one swift motion. It pooled at her feet, leaving her in nothing but panties and a bra. Jade shoved her back against the wall, pressing their bodies together, grinding her thigh between Norma’s legs. “You’re already wet for me,” Jade hissed, her fingers sliding into Norma’s panties. “I can feel it.” Norma moaned, her hips jerking against Jade’s hand. “God, yes… don’t stop.” But Jade did stop. She pulled her hand away, sucked Norma’s wetness off her fingers, and smiled wickedly. “Get on the couch.”

the last desperate voices faded behind them. — (Jace Norman’s Mansion) The sound of glass shattering echoed through the wine cellar. Jace stood among shards of a broken bottle, his eyes bloodshot with rage, jealousy, and hatred. The trending video on his tablet still played on loop: Irma smiling, Adrian kissing her, the reporters screaming. He couldn’t bear it. He couldn’t stand watching the woman who belonged to him, his woman, being paraded as another man’s wife. He had touched her first. Kissed her first. Fûcked her first. Her pink lips, her soft body, her breathless moans—he had claimed every inch of her first. She had promised him forever. Now she dared to break that vow?

"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

Amy Having Jace on top of me in my bed while my mom is asleep on the couch just an earshot away makes me feel so dirty. I just sneaked a man into my room in the middle of the night. Jace quickly removes his shirt and discards it on the floor. His hard muscles stretch out of his body in a sexy masculine way. I bet he works out every day. My fingers itch to draw patterns on his hair dusted chest