Jace Wayland Movie Novels & Stories

he said, nodding toward the living room. Blankets covered the floor, pillows stacked into a fortress. Bowls of popcorn and chips sat waiting, with sodas lined up on the coffee table. Jace was sprawled across the blankets, pretending to be annoyed but clearly excited. “You picked the movie, right?” he asked Wolf, raising an eyebrow. “Because if it’s one of Mom’s sappy ones, I’m out.” Wolf chuckled. “Don’t worry, kid. No romance tonight. Action, comedy, something we can all laugh at together.”

"Welcome. Tomorrow after class we will have more and more til you control your emotions." "Why is it so important for you that I control myself. I can't kill you." He chuckled. "For some reason it is. Let's go for a drink, you need it." ........ Kacey I was on my way to visit Jace, since we're neighbours I figured we could watch a movie. I went through the backyard and I saw him kissing a girl. I guess I should move on. For a moment I actually thought he liked me. I went home and watched a horror movie.

" I had to ask him, as I was confused about his intentions. ‘’Awww, always in rush," Jace faked a sad face and chuckled, ‘’You know Maddox, your mother and father are not what they pretend to be in front of you, they are horrible people,’’ he mouthed the last part to Maddox, who passed me a quick stare. My hands were shaking at this point; it was not a good sign to have Jace around with a gun in his hand. "Oh, do you remember that Felicity Quinn?" Jace pulled his one leg over other and crouched on the chair, ‘’well, she ended her life," he casually notified.

Jace pulled me toward him and snuggled me like he used to when we were kids - when we thought we might actually be in love. I snorted. What a fucking joke that was. We were nothing but sex buddies, but I had no complaints. He was Channing Tatum's body double, only a little taller and a whole hell of a lot more cocky. His blue eyes held no hint of the playfulness that they usually did as I turned my head to glance up at him. "What's going on with my mom, Jace? Stop dicking around and someone help me fill in the gaps. I don't remember anything." I curled up against his chest, but kept my eyes fully on him.

A picture of him watching a movie, a picture of him eating, and many others of him having dinner with the ruthless Don of Italy. I stare in shock, forgetting the relief that came with the fact that Jace is alive. The great problem is that his location is a den where no one dares to tread. He is being held hostage, and getting him out of there will require a lot of work. Just what has Jace gotten himself into? Even though the organization has carried out many heists for years. We know better than to never mess with the De Luca family (Lucado). Everyone in that family is psychotic and ruthless. Cold blood runs down their veins. They lack humanity and empathy.

As we ate, we laughed at how messy we were getting. After our meal we headed to the basement to watch the movie that Jace had picked for us. We got comfy on the couch, his arm around my shoulders and me snuggled against his chest. As the opening credits rolled out and the movie title came in, I looked up at him. "Brokeback Mountain?" I asked. He blushed and nodded. "Have you seen it?" I shook my head. "No. But I've wanted to see it. Jake Gyllenhaal is hot."

"Enjoy the movie." Lisa didn't know how she was going to concentrate, Jack left her completely dazed and sexually frustrated. She had a feeling he knew exactly what he doing because Lisa couldn't remember wanting anyone as much as she wanted Jack at that moment. She looked over at him but his eyes were on the large screen ahead. So she tried to concentrate on the movie herself.

He hasn't even marked me yet. “The jerk rejected me.” “I know, but that doesn't mean we won't feel the pain. What if we don't find another mate again after he dies?” Rafe isn't a monster. I was sure he wouldn't kill Jace. Perhaps, he would only warn him to stay away from me. Jace isn't a nobody, he owns the largest conglomerate in the Silverclaw pack and also has connection with the mafia. “Jace Hogan came from the family of Mafias,”

I whispered, speed-walking down the stairs and out of the English building. “What is it? Did something happen? And why are you whispering?” “I’m whispering because I don’t want to look like a lunatic.” I said, sitting on an empty bench next to the building. “Callum, Jace freaking Adams is in my English class.” I gushed. “Chase who?” He asked. I shook my head, forgetting that he couldn’t see me. “Cal, I said Jace. Jace Adams the actor. He’s in that ridiculous action movie you love.”

"You've always thought Mom and Dad gave me everything, right? But when they handed me RiverwaveCorp, it was a dumpster fire, thanks to the Drago family. I built it back up. I made them kneel. Me." Wayne's sharp, narrow eyes glinted with mockery from behind his glasses. "What, you want a medal? That's why they chose you, huh? Because you're so much better than me?" Jace didn't back down. "That's the truth, isn't it?" Wayne let out another dismissive laugh. "Truth? Don't even start." Jace had had enough of the pretense, so he tore the mask off entirely.