Jace Norman Leaked Novels & Stories

I had learned the art of patience the hard way. My phone buzzed beside me. It was Ezra calling. I picked up without hesitation. “Hey, hacker boy.” “You’re welcome,” he said without even saying hello. “You owe me dinner and eternal gratitude.” I leaned back into the couch cushions, grinning. “What did you find?” “The leak. The device, the GPS tag, and the photo that was sent anonymously of Jace and your make up artist… It came from a burner” My eyes narrowed. “And?”

Blood Oak’s disgraced former Beta…” A knock on my door snaps me out of the rabbit hole I ventured down. I make my way over unlock and open the door. Jace steps in with his laptop and I lock the door behind him “So what do you have on the jack wad so far?” Jace asks as he sets himself up on the coffee table in front of my couch. Briefly, I show him what I’ve found so far and how it wasn’t much to run with. “Were you able to get anything on his phone?” I ask.

“Contract suspended pending review.” Suspended? For what? There was another folder. Leaked. NUELDRAFTSDELETED I opened it. There where voice notes, demos. One was titled Jacenotes03.02. I clicked. Static. Then a voice. It was Jace’s voice. “...not ready. You’re pushing too hard, Nuel. If you drop this now you’ll tank. Trust me.” Nuel’s voice, angry. “You’re holding me back. I can do this.”

"Thank goodness you're here, Mr. Langley! Levi Young has been holding a grudge ever since the company fired him. He deliberately chose our product launch event, of all places, to stir trouble! "Previously, we caught him leaking confidential company information with concrete evidence. Now, he's standing here, spreading nonsense and attacking the company's management policies! I strongly recommend having security remove him immediately!" Alfred didn't respond to Samuel right away. Instead, he turned his sharp gaze toward me. "Your superior is accusing you of leaking confidential information, which allowed a competitor to price their product just below ours with such precision. What do you have

He didn’t look up at his folder as he asked the group. “He has some supplies we are going to need.” Jace looked around, making sure everyone was paying attention. Once he had all eyes on him, he continued. “It’s not like we can poison everyone as they are all innocent but we can put leaks in the pipes, place mold and other things around their air conditioning so let’s say the state comes to inspect and they have to quarantine everything…” “That’s good.” Lars said. Jace made eye contact with me. “Alec?”

I knew it was going to come out at some point after I told my friends, but maybe not like this. Now everybody knows. "So I’ve been informed," Jace replies, his tone bored, his back still to us. "Isn’t that weird for you? Don’t you hang out with Mr. Jackson a lot?" Brent presses, his voice brimming with excitement. I really should've expected this. If there's one person that loves drama, it's Brent. "Whoever my friend may be, I try to stay as far away from my students as possible," Jace replies flatly, "especially Norali."

#RowenConfessions #TheLiarJournal #SheKnew Jason looked up from his phone. “Reddit. T*****r. TikTok. It’s everywhere.” Claire slammed her laptop shut. “We need to cut this at the source.” Cassandra rose from her chair slowly. “They got into my past.” “They stole your past,” Ethan said firmly. “No,” she whispered. “They’re using the parts I was too scared to throw away.” For hours, the team worked in silence. Claire passed the leaked file to a cyber investigator. Jason began sifting metadata from the journal scans. Ethan sat beside Cassandra, who stared into nothing, blank, like part of her had been stripped away.

“There’s going to be a news leak. A video. Renzo fucking a seventeen-year-old. Nico laundering money through a charity. You think this is about Ivy? No. This is about me destroying you until your names are curses.” “You fucking—” Renzo starts, but Jace shoves the barrel harder into his skull. “Careful,” Jace mutters. I take a slow step back, flexing my fingers. I’m calm now. Ice-cold. “Leave this city tonight. Limp, crawl, drag your bleeding carcasses out of here, I don’t care. But if I ever see you again—if I so much as catch your name whispered near my woman—I’ll kill you and bury you, then dig you up, and kill you again.”

Isla got quiet, tucking towels into the cupboard. “You don’t talk about America much.” I shrugged it off. “Not much worth saying.” Obvious lie. There was too much to say. Faked DNA tests, betrayals, and Jace kissing Mallory while I sat halfway across the world, trying to stitch myself together. I still remember the blog photos—Jace and Mallory in front of Espresso Lounge. He looked so damn normal next to her. Maybe that’s what made sense. Jace Norman belonged with women like Mallory—not bartenders or contract wives or girls from sagging apartments.

What’s your OnlyFans? Oh my God. He’d sent the link out. He was leaking it. I slammed the laptop shut. My hands were shaking so hard I could barely breathe. I stood, staggered into the bedroom, and crawled into bed. Maddox stirred. “Hey—what’s wrong?” I clung to him. “He uploaded it. Jace. The footage. He shared it.” He went still. Silent. “How much did he leak?” he asked, his voice deadly calm.