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.”

"Please... stop." "Why didn't you tell me? Why hide it?" Elias continued teasing Jace's body. He himself was already hard and desperately wanted to be touched by Jace too...but his brain was more focused on feeding the imagination of Jace that he has...feeding it through all his senses to make up for the eye sight that he didn't have. "Ahhhnnn....Cause I didn't want you doing this to me. I didn't ask for this," Jace whispered, still moaning. "I never wanted to have heat cycle's..I'm a Null."

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.

Thinking living with a Man will be my only problem, but it turns out I definitely can't keep my hands off him? Life in the country never prepared me for trouble-making eye-candy like him. He's sexy like a Greek God! Handsome and hot... Am used to dandy boys from the country not a wild sexy lion like him... Can I resist him? Part 1: Jace Herondale

Valerie’s long-time rival in the behind-the-scenes fashion war. Standing next to Valerie, they looked like a storm waiting for ignition. “Didn’t think I’d see you here, Sinclair,” Jace drawled, voice smooth like a record that never scratched. “Not your usual scene.” Valerie didn’t bother looking at him. “Try not to assume you know my scenes.” Jace smiled at Luna instead, offering his hand. “Jace Serrano. I’ve heard of you, obviously, but that performance, that was a resurrection.”

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.”