Jace Norman Leaked Novels & Stories

Laura broke the news. Rachel was all heartbroken but she plucked some courage and asked them both for proof. Valerie took out the photos from her purse which showed Leo and her in some uncompromising positions. After seeing the photos, Rachel just left their house sobbing. She was at her wits' end, not knowing what was wrong with Leo and why he crushed her trust for money.

Tampered financial documents. Someone had released everything Camille had collected over the years—lies woven with truth, curated to destroy Jace's name. I turned off the TV, heart pounding. “Who would do this? Camille is dead.” Jace’s jaw was tight. “Someone else picked up her pieces.” Dominic walked into the room, his face pale. “We traced the leak. It didn’t come from her systems. It came from inside the company.” Jace’s eyes darkened. “There’s still a mole.”

"Lena, you know I could never be mad at you. But please tell me you didn't go through with raiding Madison's locker." I took a deep breath. "Actually, I kind of did." "Shoot me now." Jace groaned. And then I told him everything. I started slowly at first, carefully choosing my words, but then it all came rushing out in a flood. I told him about hiding in the media room, about finding the hidden compartment, about cutting open a thirty-thousand-dollar Birkin with rusty scissors. Jace just stared at me the whole time, completely dumbfounded. When I paused to catch my breath, he suddenly reached up with his hand—and I realized with horror that he was about to spit on it.

Fatima covered our retreat, her sharp eyes scanning for any sign of pursuit. When we finally reached the safety of the pack house, Anna the pack doctor was waiting. She rushed to tend to Jake’s wounds, her hands steady despite the tension in the air. As Jake stirred, his eyes meeting mine, he whispered, “Jona...he’s my brother.” The revelation hit me like a thunderbolt, "how?" "it's a long story"

His strategy now was chaos. Damon had anticipated this. We released it without hesitation. But Elsa had more. A video. Jace had been caught on tape telling his publicist, “If I can’t have her, no one should believe him.” The audio was clear, the footage grainy but sufficient. I chose not to leak it, at least not yet. Some fires deserved to burn slowly.

River sat calm beside him, but his eyes kept scanning the room, alert, watching everything. Jace inhaled slowly and leaned into the mic. “Because,” he began, his voice steady, “some things matter more than privacy. Some people are worth….” His phone buzzed hard in his jacket pocket and he froze. Sasha’s voice cut through the earpiece. “Jace….don’t check it now. You’re live.” But it was too late. He glanced at the screen and his blood ran cold. An email alert. Subject line: “KnightFall_Recording.mp4.”

Valentina "And about what happened between us last night—forget it. Erase it from your memory. It never happened..." I bite back a scoff as I take my seat at the conference table. Like he had to tell me. I already forgot about it. In fact, I forgot the moment I woke up this morning. Total lie. Complete bullshit. But he doesn't need to know that. The door opens and Jace Norman—because of course his name is Jace fucking Norman—walks into the conference room like he owns the place.

She had hoped Jace would regard her as more than just a secretary, but now that the truth was becoming known, she was afraid he may see her as something much worse. Jace kept thinking about it, running through several outcomes in his head. He needed clarification, and he needed it quickly. The more harm this could cause, the longer it went on. He rang the bell for the secretary. She seemed to have been waiting for his call because she showed up practically immediately. "Yes, sir?" "Elena," in a forceful voice, he shouted out. "Give me access to all of our recent correspondence. Messages, emails, whatever. I have to track down the leak's origin."

“The Board it’s bigger than we thought. It wasn’t just corporations and governments. They had assets buried inside the UN. The Vatican. The Red Cross. They were using disasters to funnel money. Wars to wipe data. Pandemics to test control.” Grace’s heart pounded. “Are we ready to release it?” Damien stepped into the room, his shirt bloodstained but his eyes sharp. “We leak it we have to go dark. Forever. They’ll hunt us down. Our families. Our allies.” Grace held the drive. Then she walked over to the secure terminal and inserted it. “No more fear,” she said. And hit send. But Far Away Jade watched the upload from a private island off the coast of Indonesia. She leaned back, sipping wine, he

Because she wasn’t hiding anymore. She was declaring war. Jessica sat hunched over her laptop, screens flashing with encrypted data. Thousands of documents, financial records, black-budget allocations, intelligence memos. Everything they had gathered. Everything Monroe had given them. Michael stood near the window, gun in hand, watching the street below. Lena sat at the center of it all, her mind calculating the next move. Jessica exhaled. “Okay, just to be clear—we’re about to leak everything?” Lena nodded. “Everything.”