Jace Norman Leaked Novels & Stories

As though he were terrified of something much bigger than an angry coach. Jace emerged a few minutes later. The moment I saw him, I stood. He looked exhausted. His tie had been loosened, and he'd run a hand through his hair so many times that it refused to stay in place. "How bad is it?" I asked quietly. He rubbed the back of his neck before answering. "Worse than we thought." We started walking toward the exit together. "Someone leaked confidential scouting reports, injury updates, and disciplinary records to a sports blog." I frowned. "Why would anyone do that?"

His real name, Ace Willow, came to light to everyone's shock, and he was in fact not from the States but from a remote village in London. Through the orchestrated accident alongside the road which was a blindspot, the real Jace was killed and secretly buried, while the fake Jace took his position at the accident scene with a few added sets to make the show complete. The car caught fire and blew up right on the spot, but the fake Jace was already miles away from it while pretending to struggle for life, after injecting some kind of drug into his bloodstream to activate his hormones.

Jaden walked to the door but paused beside Leo. “I’m Beta’s son. Future Alpha, maybe. You really don’t want me as your enemy.” He turned back to the class with a cocky grin. “Keep your eyes on the school portal. There’s a new scandal coming.” He winked at me—and left. I closed my eyes and gripped the desk because I knew what he meant. He was going to leak something. Maybe pictures. Maybe more. The rest of the class continued introducing themselves, but I barely heard any of it until

He could already guess Merry Smith's reaction. "You'd better be careful, sir," Dolores warned. "Thank you, Dolores, Roger. Your work is excellent," said Jace sincerely. They nodded their heads slightly then said goodbye to leave the room. Jace then picked up his cell phone and called Jax. "Hey, Bro. Today I just fired Merry Smith. So how did your hired hacker work?" Jace asked Jax. "We already know what data was leaked. So far, he is working well as originally planned. So you can carry on with your actions," Jax said calmly.

Logan said, trying to process. “I found away to tap into something and now i feel like a bomb from the way everyone keeps looking and saying things about the force or power i was giving off.” Nora sighed, feeling awkward. “It's fine we will figure this out. Logan, you need to stay here tonight. We just declared war.” Jace said shortly after coming out of the basement, his body was still shaking from recovering from the wolf bane poisons. “Ok…regroup in the morning? You look like hell.” Logan said, looking Jace and his wounds over.

As tensions mounted and the stage was set for the climactic confrontation, a sudden twist of fate threw everything into chaos. Amidst the swirling chaos of their schemes and machinations, Jace stumbled upon a long-buried secret—a revelation that would shake the foundations of everything he thought he knew. In a dusty attic hidden away in the depths of his family's mansion, Jace discovered a tattered old journal—the journal of his late grandfather, Liam Sullivan. As he pored over its pages, Jace's heart raced with disbelief, his mind reeling at the shocking truths contained within its faded ink.

He didn't expect that a child could bear so much resemblance with his father that the only way to differentiate between them is their age and body sizes. While Eli was going to take a bath, Jace went to the basement. The assassin was a shadow of himself as he laid like a dying man on the floor, his wounds were bound up but he seemed to have gone without food for two days. "Don't worry, let's see if James Maslow is capable of saving your wife and daughter from my wrath"Jace declared. The man snapped his head up and glared at Jace. How did he know, did he do research on the email he showed them? Oh gosh, he shouldn't have let him know about those emails.

“And what if I don’t want protection? What if I just want to be normal?” Jace’s expression softened for the first time since this conversation began. “I get it. I do. But normal isn’t an option for you anymore.” I stared at him, my throat tightening. “And you knew this whole time?” He nodded, a flicker of something almost like regret crossing his face. “Nolan did too. We both did.” A mix of emotions twisted inside me—anger, fear, betrayal. I turned away, crossing my arms, my nails digging into my skin. “And you didn’t think I deserved to know?”

Talia’s there this time, arms folded, jaw clenched. On one screen, more emails scroll by—Rick trying to look important in group chats, dropping hints about my “dangerous new protector” to anyone who’ll listen. On another, a news site draft has been updated since last night. > **WHO OWNS LITTLE MOON?** > ANONYMOUS SOURCE: “SHE’S IN WAY OVER HER HEAD” Anonymous, my ass. I cross my arms. “Tell me you’ve cut him off,” I say. “Every pipeline we can find,” Jace says. “We flagged his accounts. Any payment from our side is frozen. Any time he types your name into a subject line, our scrapers catch it.”

“You are Norman Reedus, you are not just any type of man, Norman but a retired pack warrior and talking about Jack Steele, we both know how powerful he is and the moment he succeeds to take the throne from Jace, he will automatically become the new alpha which means he will control New Orleans and Jace, he is known for his numerous bad records and there are no possible ways he would have for himself a friend. All the alphas all want same thing, they want him dead and I believe that you must be aware that he is a hybrid which will make it a challenging one, but then.” I paused for a while as I moved in circles round Norman, I was already weighing him and if he says otherwise, then I would be