Novel & Cerita Jace Norman Hot

“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.

It was my sister-in-law. "Hey, Angel," I said. "What's up?" "It's Jeremy," Angel said, her voice lower than usual. "He wants to exhume Ace's parents' bodies." I sat up, suddenly alert. "What? Why?" "I don't know," Angel admitted. "He and Ace are at loggerheads." She concluded with a sigh. I sighed. “And they both aren't normal people. Why am I not surprised?” She chuckled from the other end of the line.

If this was his way of mending it, I was not ready to bend. “Jace Hudson, Team leader for Megan Miller's security detail.” Mr. “Greek god” spoke up as if he couldn't sense the tense air. He sounded like he had rehearsed what he intended to say. “Chantelle”, I corrected. He gave me a questioning look.

They lack humanity and empathy. Dealing with them is like calling onto dead. In all things, never involve yourself with the Lucado if you want to live a very long time. How does Jace get mixed up with the Lucado? How in the world did he happen to know Nickolai? None that it matters. The most important thing is that I must get him out of there. I need to bring him back. He belongs here with me and nobody else. He is mine. "That's it, I am taking a flight to Italy tomorrow, have the men ready," I command.

Thea reacted causing both Elena and Dorris to erupt into laughter. "O.M.G!! He has his eyes set on our direction!" Thea pointed out "Guys! He is coming over to our side!" Thea squealed in excitement. "Hello" His voice sounded like the ancient gods of the Greek mythology; his cologne embraced their nostrils like the smell of summer berries. "Hi" Thea replied shyly. "Sorry to interrupt but uhmm, I happened to have noticed you guys having fun by the table and I came to mingle. I am new here in school. My name is Jace" He didn't had the American accent and Elena thinks his accent was stuck in the Australian accent.

Now that he is done fucking me, he’s gonna give me this kind of attitude? Oh well, Calista. You’re a whore, remember? Of course he doesn’t need to be sweet to you or what! “I feel numb all over my body, your grace…” I know he said I should call him by his name Jacob, but I guess that is only applicable when he fucks me. “I couldn’t move any of my arms and legs, and… I feel so sore down here.” He then raised an eyebrow, scanning my body from head to toe. “Where exactly do you feel sore?” He asked as if he didn’t know which part I was pointing at.

Lucian’s POV The smell of fried eggs and fresh bread with a rich cup of tea drifted into my office before the door opened. I didn’t look up right away because of my attention to the reports in front of me. Then a plate slid onto my desk, and I caught movement in the corner of my eye. I glanced up, and froze. What new development is this? I leaned back in my chair as my eyes fell on Jace who was shirtless. His skin gleamed faintly from the heat of the kitchen, muscles were tight but lean, the faintest trace of flour dusted on his forearm like he’d rolled his sleeves up before realizing he wasn’t even wearing a god damn shirt.

His hair was neatly styled back, and every step he took exuded the commanding presence of an Alpha. As my eyes met his, the steel-gray eyes that seemed forged from cold and mesmerizing molten silver that looked away from his phone and fixed on me, he stopped speaking, his next words dying on the tip of his tongue. And suddenly I exactly knew who he was—Jaxon Blackwood. Jaxon fucking Blackwood—The man whose face I used to imagine between my thighs when I was only....fifteen.

He said as Flynn held the clothes. "Wait, I don't understand. Why would I be targeted . And who wants me dead? I want myself dead and why are you two trying so god damn hard to save my life. I don't even know you two and yet you treat me like some prized possession. Also how do I know that you two are not just playing a prank on me and wants to kill me instead.” Flynn ran his out squinting at the both men. Funny he hasn’t know the man in front of him is Jace Norman. Though Flynn has never been the one into the world deeply, rather he loves getting involved in mission and cop-related thingies.

Mathéo says with a fake pout, maybe not so fake after all. "I haven't forgotten about you, I'm just worried about Mollis, almost everything is settled," Jace says going to lay on his crappy bed, the mattress was terrible, the night was cold without Mollis to cuddle close keeping him warm, he wants to get back to Theo's place, where he got two partners to cuddle him and keep him all kind of warm.