Jace Norman Leaked Novels & Stories

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?”

“Jace. Out of all our lives. I wish there was a way to make him too scared to come near any of us again.” I look at her. “Is there.” She looks at me. Something in her face shifts, the tiredness giving way to something more determined. “Yes,” she says. She reaches into her bag, takes out her phone, and sets it on the table between us. “Jace has been involved with a group since junior year,” she says. Her voice is different now, lower and level. she’s been holding this for a long time and is finally saying it out. “Something organised. Money, people who don’t ask questions. He ran money for them, recruited from school.” Her jaw tightens. “I found out by accident. I was in the wrong place and I

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