Jace Norman Hot Novels & Stories

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.

“Okay; I see where this is going. I’ve had a sneak peak of you narcissistic ego before so I’m not replying to that, instead I’ll go get changed and we’ll go to the tower from here” Lucas’ eyes shot bullets towards Jessica, and so she slid out of her chair and nearly ran to the bedroom but her steps were counted as she was pulled back in a swing to meet Lucas’ hard rock chest he grabbed her by the hand and pinned her to the window glass his huge figures pressed against her made her squirm; he raised her chin with his finger forcing her to look at him When Jessica’s eyes met his dark honey orbs shivers shot through her entire being. “You’re right, you’d better go get changed or else I’m going

I gulped down hard as I pushed open the door. 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍 "I'm really sure about this one Damon, she's a striking beauty, unlike any other you'd ever see, she's really sexy too. There's just something about her that you won't be able to resist I'm sure" I stared at her file and the picture of the girl in here was definitely beautiful, gorgeous even. I read her name out loud "Jasmine Scott" Age: 21 Height: 5'4

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.

I sat on the center couch, observing everyone closely while flipping through my phone. Everything was in place. My thought was cut short when Jace spoke. “Are we really stopping at three?” Jace asked, kicking his feet up on the edge of the glass table. “Because I have a thing for that sniper on the Frostbane team. She’s all lean and Ahhhh he screamed “ She’s real pretty, too.” I didn’t expect much from him, he is still a young adult rouge after all. “Classy,” Vera muttered. “She smiled at me after the match,” Jage said with a smirk. “Is that not consent for murder?”

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?