Jace Norman Hot Novels & Stories

Tina was muttering something about Norman that I couldn't quite wrap my head around because my entire focus was dedicated to one single task; do not stagger. God, how the hell was I going to survive this pain at hockey practice later? I gritted my teeth, enduring the agonizing friction until we finally reached the safety of my own bedroom. Inside, Norman was already awake, casually folding up some of his clothes. “There you are, Jace! Where the hell did you sneak off to last night without us?” He demanded, puffing out his chest and feigning a strict, older-brother voice. Then, his eyes dropped to the stiff, awkward way I was holding my hips. A wicked smirk spread across his face. “Wait... Di

"Just let me help you." I screamed as another wave of heat hit me. The flames around me flared, and with a burst of magic, I sent him flying across the room. He crashed into the sink, shattering it. When he got back up, his eyes were back to normal, and he seemed horrified. "Oh, shit. I’ll call the Alpha. I’m so sorry!" He bolted from the room, clearly terrified of what had just happened. Moments later, Jake burst through the door, his eyes wide with fear and lust. He looked at me, his expression shifting from shock to raw desire. "Oh, shit, Prisca. You’re burning."

"Good for you then. I hope this one goes perfectly." "Yeah," he wrapped his arms around my waist, and pulled me closer. "It surely will. As long as you're here," he avowed. "See who's being romantic," a thick voice sounded from behind, interrupting me from speaking. I pulled away from Jace's hold, and turned to the direction of the voice. On seeing the couple who grinned at us, I gawked. What in the world? The Normans? Wow! "Ace!" Jace exclaimed, and hurried to hug the guy. Well, Jace had once told me that they were really close friends, so there was no need to be so surprised to see them. "I can't believe you made it here," he said.

A loud, thudding sound, followed by a deeper voice. “Liv, do you always have to flirt with the new girls?” he asked, walking in like he owned the entire dorm. I turned. Jesus. Tall. Tattooed. Hair a mess in the way only a bad boy can pull off. Shirtless, of course. Sculpted abs, like a walking wet dream. And his eyes icy gray, locked on mine like he already knew the things I moaned about in secret. “Name’s Jace,” he said, not offering a handshake. “Don’t fall in love. I bite.”

Maybe crocodile men aren’t as bad as their reputation? I finish eating my breakfast and head to my room. Jace follows obediently behind me like a large dog with his inhumanely large sword on his back. He is wearing all his leather clothes today and his regular black mask that covers half of his face, so I can’t ogle his good looks. And yes, he is hot. I honestly don’t give a flipping heck about Jace’s scars on the right side of his face and body. The tattoos and scars only make him sexier.

“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.“

“Not with you.” He exhaled, and for a brief moment, the tension between us shifted—from fear to something else entirely. His hand brushed against mine again, lingering just a fraction too long, and I knew he felt it too—the pull, the desire, the temptation of being pressed together in the dark, trapped and electric. Then the intruder spoke, voice cold and deliberate: “Well, well… what do we have here?” Jace’s eyes narrowed, protective and dangerous all at once. “Aria, move!” he snapped.

Good. I didn’t want to think. I wanted to feel, to drown in something bigger than my own head. I rolled out of bed, naked, skin still tacky from last night, and grabbed the booklet from the nightstand. Pages of faces, bodies, names. I flipped to the men, scanning until one caught me, Jace, 32, built like a linebacker, dark eyes, a jaw that looked like it could crack stone. The kind of guy who’d ruin me and not ask questions.

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?”

Angel’s POV Ace seemed torn, caught between the darkness that enveloped him and my offer. His voice cracked as he spoke, "But what if I never get better? What if I'm stuck like this forever?" I drew a deep breath, my voice filled with determination. "Ace, I won't pretend to have all the answers, but what I do know is that there are professionals who specialize in helping people like you navigate through this darkness. They have the tools, the knowledge, and the experience to guide you towards a path of healing. We have to believe that there is hope, that there is a chance for you to find peace and happiness once again."