Jace Norman Parents Novels & Stories

Eyes the color of molten steel, drawing others in with their magnetic intensity. It was snowing outside yet he still wore a t-shirt, which showed off his muscles. Tattoos peeked from his sleeves. I thought I was still in my dreams. “…Jace?” I murmured. “Yeah,” he held my hands. “How are you feeling?” “I…I don’t get it…Why are you here?” Jace was my childhood playmate. He lived next door to me in a scratchy neighborhood. I always thought that his family was poor as mine. Until one day, he moved away out of the blue and that was when I leant that he was High Gale Pack’s Alpha’s bastard son.

"Is that why you've been so elusive lately? Trying to find the perfect match?" Liam nodded, his gaze finally meeting mine. "Yes, Jace," he admitted, his voice tinged with a mix of hope and uncertainty. "Our family business is in need of alliances, and finding the right partner is crucial for our success. I've been meeting with influential families and attending social gatherings to explore potential connections."

I was finally living mine; he deserved to live his. "Come on," Kaela interrupted dramatically from behind us, “are you two done staring into each other’s souls or should we all leave the room?” I rolled my eyes instantly while Jace smirked. Father sighed like a disappointed parent. “Unfortunately, I raised neither of you properly.” “You literally raised one of us in a mafia empire,” Kaela pointed out. “Details.” A laugh escaped me before I looked back at Jace again. “You really look good.” He shrugged slightly. “Therapy. Pain. Suffering. The usual.”

"My mother just watched. He disowned me." I gasped in utter shock. I had seen Jace's parents before, around school when special events went on, and they looked like the perfect family. His dad was a business executive, his mom was nice. They didn't look like the kind of family to disown a child. But I guess you can't judge a book by its cover.... "John hates me," Jace whispered, more tears dripping from his eyes.

"Yes, let me go in and grab my coat." The Night was spent with endless conversations on all things we both find attractive and the ones we don't; he told me a lot of things that I don't know about him, it's like we just meant for the first time, I could remember when last we both did something like this, back in high school, the time when Hera went home without me, thinking I was home not knowing I was at the girl's toilet, I got my period unexpectedly. Lol. Jace is an attractive man. I've never seen this funny side of him before, never. I enjoy how he spoke about his parents, especially his possessive and Dominating mother, about his childhood when his mother dyed his hair blond.

fork to mouth and sighs. Look Jazzy bell you are his only child he never had another so in actuality you are set to take over when he retires and so forth with the boys it’s the natural order of things there. That’s why I’ve always kept you from Italy whenever you would ask to go I would always say no, but I would happily take you anywhere else. There is no running from that man believe I’ve tried I didn’t have piece until he was behind bars. And even then he would randomly write or call just so I would know he was there still. God I hate that man so much it hurts. It’s okay mom we’ll figure this out I’m never taking over the mafia ever and neither are my boys. I hear Jace mumble “over my d

His dirty blonde hair, his blue eyes glint mischievously under the dim light, he grins like he’s entertained. ‘Why does he look familiar?’ “Relax,” he drawls. “We just came to say hi, no need to be so rude.” Brandon’s jaw clenches and he steps even forward, Isaac and a bunch of guys moves forward too. Dirty blonde chuckles, he radiates so much happiness for someone he looks like he just stepped into the lion’s den. “Who is he?” I whisper-ask Yara, trying not to draw attention to myself. She sighs. “Jace Norman, captain of the silverwolves, from silver high and damn psychopaths.”

His smile sharpened. “Unable to recognize a person's true nature.” Jace's smile twitched as Nomad continued casually. “How's your married life? Where's your Luna?” The question hit perfectly as Jace's confidence faltered. “Jenny stayed home. Someone needs to manage the pack in my absence.” Nomad didn’t buy his excuse and pressed further. “Your parents are there to take care of the pack, Alpha Jace. You shouldn’t have brought her here.” Then he added pleasantly,

“Why are you being so stubborn?” Jace's jaw tightened. For several seconds, he said nothing. Then his expression changed. Something seemed to break inside him. “Because hockey is the only way I can find out the truth about my dad.” I blinked. “What?” I stared at him, but he didn't seem to be joking around. "What are you saying?" I tugged at his hand. But he kept his gaze on his mom. Jace looked at his mother. “I know Nick is, in fact, my father and not Dad.”

Mollis says finally reaching her big headspace. "I told you that you are my strong kitten and you proved me right," Jace says with a proud smile on his face this time. "I never saw dada happy until we moved here, I want you two to be my mommy and daddy too, I accept you all," Mollis says finally giving verbal consent, the big space didn't last long, her little self was back to help her cope with so many emotions, her thumb found it's way to her lips. Jace was quick to pull it out giving her the pacifier back, big Molly is back to hiding.