Novel & Cerita Jace Wayland Fanart

Jace smiled. I pulled apart and cleared my throat, going back to my food. “I'm not photogenic like you. I'm sure it looks bad.” I said with a grumble. “It's my favorite picture of you.” He said with a soft smile. “My first picture of you. I'm going to use it as my wallpaper everywhere.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “I better not get a glimpse of it and think that it's terrible.” I threatened. “You took one of me, I took one of you. We're even.” Jace said.

I opened the Jeep’s door for Jace as he stood waiting next to it and I shook my head as he climbed in. He was wearing a t-shirt that Tala had given him for his birthday, that sported a corpse clown with fangs for teeth, tight jeans with boots, and a leather bomber jacket. “Is this place, you know …” His voice trailed off, and I smiled at him. “All kinds of people hang out there,” I said, and he smiled.

Jace, as handsome as ever, looks at me with a bored expression. This is my first meal here, and I can't even have it in peace. "She is so weak, she doesn't even have a fang." One of the students jeers. Every student in the academy seems to have a fang or more from battle. Jace has the most, and he wears it as a lei; Dash wears his as a bracelet; even Jessica uses it as hair decoration. Why is the whole school bullying me? "You seem to really know where you belong...I like you on the floor." Jace mindlinks me.

"So everything is just an illusion created by my own fear?" That realization made Jace drunk on it. He gets hungry. He wanted to sink his claws into West's body and the creatures around him. He wanted so badly to devour those who were there. "Where's Rain?" "Remember, Jace! Remember who you are!" Erica shouted. Jace's consciousness was being pulled in all directions. Jace kept reassuring himself. "I am Jace Dauntess, ruler of the Kingdom of Darkwood, leader of the forces of darkness, and son of the slain king."

"We're not fighting, we're just teasing each other." "Are you done?" Rachel demanded as she strode forward. "Seriously, why are you even doing this if you guys want to act like this?" She brushed out her long pink locks. "Where is that damn NPC?" "You replaced him with me," Jace grumbled as he slithered forward. "You do know it's weird that I'm the only one that has a lamia race, right?" he demanded. Rachel just smirked. "You're the wife of the developer, of course, you're going to get special awards from it. I don't care what anyone else says. Now, let's get this over with."

She snatched her arm immediately, hiding behind me with one hell of a pretentious smile. I recovered slowly thanks to my slow and weak wolf. I must have taken a couple of seconds longer before I raised my head. There he was. Jace. Dressed in a brown leather jacket, a white shirt, and some dirt bike jeans with a cowboy boot, Jace looked like the perfect cast for a hot cowboy guy in a movie. He took off his sunglasses when I looked at him, his beautiful blue eyes coming to light, but they weren't as friendly as before. His expression held anger. His focus shifted to Maya.

Elena raised a brow. “If it’s about another one of your conspiracy theories involving the royal family and alien lizards, I’m turning this car around.” “No,” Jace said, clutching his cup. “Better. Man. Hot man.” Elena snorted. “I need specifics. Height? Hair? Estimated emotional damage?” “He’s tall,” Jace sighed, looking dream drunk already. “Dark hair. Probably early thirties. Handles code like a literal god. Saw him at that coworking space I go to sometimes. He was debugging like…” Jace pressed a hand to his chest. “Like art.”

she confessed, her voice full of sincerity. As they stood amidst the captivating art, Jace couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of pride for Marvis's accomplishments. Her success was not only a testament to her incredible talent but also a source of inspiration for their shared dreams and aspirations. One evening, Jace found himself standing in front of a painting in Marvis's gallery with the assistant of his driver. The artwork depicted a phoenix rising from the ashes, its feathers ablaze with vivid hues. Its eyes glowed with an intensity that seemed to pierce Jace's soul. He suddenly realized that the phoenix symbolized his transformation, and at that moment, he made a decision.

I stared at the gray undergarment, studying the yellow Batman symbol on it. My mind was bouncing around one thought: Jace Storme liked my underwear. Or at least he'd said. My mind was dancing happily—Jace Storme had liked my underwear!—but my heart was telling me that he was just joking. Nobody, especially not Jace Storme, could like anything I owned. I was a nobody. He was a somebody. No, he was Jace Storme.

"Wayne and I sure have a knack for running into each other." Jace wasn't buying it. "Rea, if you've got something to say, just spit it out." I hesitated, then glanced at his injured arm. "Did you know Wayne can draw?" His eyebrows knit together. "What? No. I've never seen him do that." "He's crazy good—like, better-than-most-people good. His paintings are so lifelike, they might as well be photos," I said, hyping it up just a little.