Novel & Cerita Jace Norman Leaked

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?”

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

“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.”

"I can't forget it! Jace, what were you doing? Who was that person?" Jace grabbed my shoulders. He didn’t hurt me, but his grip was firm. "Listen to me very carefully, Lenny. That video is why I need you. That video is why I’m fixing my image. If that gets out, the NFL is the least of my worries. I’ll be lucky if I stay alive." He explained, and I noticed his shaky breaths. I stared at him with my heart racing. Was it that bad? "What did you do?" I asked in a low voice and Jace looked at the window. The rain started to fall again, streaking the glass.

Henry danger was on and the intro was playing as young Jace Norman (Kid Danger) narrated his story, alongside Cooper Barnes (Captain man). “So, you're just going to give up like that?” “What choice do I have? Loveth hates you and would never want to work with you. I don't trust you. I don't even trust myself or that we can pull this off. You said it from the very start: this isn't going to be easy and it won't work. And well, your pes- si-simism... Great! I can't even say pes-si-simistic... Pessimism! Argh!”

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

#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.”

Norman continued calmly, “do you know how many people lose money?” Jace didn’t answer. “Thousands.” Mr. Norman looked at him one final time. “So if there’s something you need to tell me…” Silence. Then Jace smirked faintly. “You watch too many crime documentaries.” Mr. Norman’s face hardened instantly. Then without another word, he walked away. Leaving Jace standing alone. For the first time all morning, Jace looked genuinely nervous. — An hour later, Jace drove through the poorer side of Atlanta quietly.

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.