Jace Norman Hot Novels & Stories

“I have never heard you describe anyone in that manner.” I rolled my eyes. “There’s a first time for everything and besides Normani is a bitch. I feel she’s going to make things between me and Von worse!” “Who is this Normani?” Jace asked, resting close to the chair I was lying on. “Von’s childhood friend. She just appeared out of nowhere, and she said she’s going to make sure Von throws me out for cheating.” Jace grunted. “Now, I see why you call her a bitch.”

"You can't die here... you can't!" Using every ounce of willpower left in his shivering frame, Jace dragged his upper body out of the freezing current and onto the muddy bank. He collapsed onto the wet grass, coughing violently as river water and blood spilled from his lips. His whole body shook. The bitter cold of the river clashed violently with the intense fever of his Null heat. Because Beta Verrin's potion, his body was radiating the intoxicating perfume of warm cinnamon and wild violet. Jace lay in the mud, gasping, his long silver-grey hair matted against his pale, scratched skin. Tears rolled down his cheeks as he clutched his bruised chest, his heart hammering a weak, frantic rhythm

I was someone else. I whimpered, when he bit my buttom lips. With his lips still on mine, he led me to the bed, hands everywhere. Then... Thud. My back arched from the force of the push. I opened my eyes to find my body lying on the cold floor. "Gross," I looked up, and was met with strong masculine chest, angular jaw, pink kissable lips, blue eye... Jace? I smack myself just to ensure I'm not dreaming. Jace Freaking Weston. Quarterback of Dashling devils, golden boy of our school, and the last person I expected to see naked on a bed with me.

Because later, after Lena dragged my suitcase upstairs and left me with a mug of hot chocolate that tasted like a warm hug, I headed downstairs to return the mug— —and found Jace in the kitchen, alone, sleeves rolled again, forearms on sinful display, the dim light catching in his hair. He turned when he heard me. And the look he gave me wasn’t polite. Wasn’t fatherly, neither was it distant. It was warm, intense enough that heat crawled up my neck before I could swallow it down. “Couldn’t sleep?” he asked. My heart stupidly whispered: Me neither. Because of you. But I just nodded.

I think he will be happy with the variety that he has to choose from. When I’m done, I go over and kneel back at his feet. I notice that he has taken off his shirt and I can now drool over his bare chest and abs. I can never get enough of the hard lines and ridges that form his whole upper body. I just want to run my tongue over every single one of them. Jace walks over to the three piles and grins, “My baby is definitely into this, aren’t you?” He glances over at me, “I’m going to have so much fun punishing you.”

I hated that my father still controlled me, despite not being here. But most of all, I hated knowing that tonight, I was going to do exactly what he didn’t want me to. Because if Jace thought I was just going to follow orders again, he was wrong. Very wrong. ~••~ 7:00pm The Marcellus Hotel, New Coast The chandelier light was almost blinding. Every inch of the room glittered without mafia men disguised as civil business men. I hated it already. Jace walked beside me, as silent and sharp as ever, his hand resting near the small of my back — close enough to guide, not close enough to touch. His black suit fit him too well, his expression the same unreadable calm that made people part for him wi

Deep down, I don't want him to stop. His breath is hot against the back of my neck. My palms press against the cold tiles, trembling. “You don’t get to say no now,” Jace growls into my ear, voice low and cracking. “Not after all this. Not after what we’ve been through. You’re not walking away, Jenna Pratt. I won’t let you.” “Jace—” My voice is barely a whisper, shaking like my knees. “Please. Don’t make this harder.” He grips my wrist and spins me back to face him. His eyes are bloodshot, jaw flexing like he’s in pain. “It’s already hard. You made it hard the second you walked into that fucking restaurant like you weren’t mine.”

"What the fuck are YOU still doing here?!" Jace growls as soon as I step out. He's shirtless now and angry, so he looks fucking... he looks very good, actually. Just like Leo but with a mean, uglier face and big bulging muscles. I prefer Leo, of course, but I have to admit this guy is ripped. "My name is Jolene," I say, ignoring his snarling. He's not that scary now that I witnessed him get fucking dumped. He’s just as lame as the rest of us, "We have an enemy in common: Bea."

“It’s, um…hot. It’s so hot that you listened. What…who are you?” Jace leans down and speaks flush with my mouth. “I’m the man who is going to ride you ragged tonight.” He charts a path down my throat with his tongue, licking across my chest from one peak to the other, capturing the bud and sucking it noisily. “And we’re going to find out why you love being called little girl so much, aren’t we? Never called anyone that in my life. But you…that’s your name. Isn’t it, angel?”

“I don’t think we’ve met. I’m Tyler. Tyler Evans. I play linebacker for—” “Walk away,” Jace commanded, cutting off Tyler’s clumsy attempt at flirting. His voice was flat and cold, and absolutely lethal. I turned to see him looking up at Tyler with a death glare that could’ve frozen lava. His jaw was set, his hands closed into tight fists, his eyes dark and dangerous, with every inch of his body language screaming threat. Tyler actually gulped, his Adam’s apple bobbing. “Yeah. Got it. She’s all yours, man.”