Jace Wayland Movie Novels & Stories

It was hard to get into the heart of the pack. But he was mere hours away from Frost Moon Pack's main territory when he got a call from Luca, his Beta. “I just heard from the scouts. William was spotted outside the pack house of Frost Moon Pack.” Luca informed him. Jace was in his motel, eating a dry sandwich that he'd bought from a store. He tossed it on the table, standing to his feet at the news. “When?” He was already going to grab his things and his keys. “Early afternoon. He was with a woman.” Luca supplied.

Bud laughed and pulled his shirt off, leaving just some jeans, he was barefoot. "You wanna fight, sissy boy?? Come get it. Let's have it out, loser dies." What ... the actual fuck? NO, NO! ABORT, ABORT! THIS IS NOT THE PLAN!! What kind of father says that! What kind of father does that! Jace pulled his shirt off as well, and said "bring on." Oh, no. I've had enough of this shit, I had to do something. They got closer to each other, and before I realized what I was doing I raised the gun and pointed it toward Mr. Wheaton. There was no way I was going to let him hurt Jace, but wait, could I kill someone?

“I swear, I need a weekend away or I’m going to scream. Luckily, Jace is taking me up to his cabin tomorrow.” Ryleigh blinked, the name unfamiliar. “Jace?” Natalia sat up, suddenly sheepish. “Oh. Right. I never told you. Jace Marlow. He’s one of the border warriors. You’ve probably seen him—tall, built like a tank, usually glaring at something.” Ryleigh’s lips curled. “Sounds charming.” “He is,” Natalia said with a small smile. “Well, once you get past the whole ‘I will kill you if you breathe too close to my mate’ vibe.”

Maybe crocodile men aren’t as bad as their reputation? I finish eating my breakfast and head to my room. Jace follows obediently behind me like a large dog with his inhumanely large sword on his back. He is wearing all his leather clothes today and his regular black mask that covers half of his face, so I can’t ogle his good looks. And yes, he is hot. I honestly don’t give a flipping heck about Jace’s scars on the right side of his face and body. The tattoos and scars only make him sexier.

His home was a pictorial representation of their rich history and all the things that they had stored with every passing generation. The werewolves of Belmont Falls were a proud clan who protected their own with their lives. He had run from his duty for far too long. He knew that the messenger was coming when he felt that surge of power coursed through his veins. He was the first born son of three. He had a brother and a sister. Jace was twenty eight years old now. He had not seen his family in over ten years and he wasn't sure these were the best circumstances to see them.

He nods slightly, and I feel the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. “I have an idea,” he says, but I don’t buy it. Not for a second. I take a deep breath and lay it out for him. “Jace is a mafia leader. To put it bluntly.” Will chuckles, but it’s not a laugh—it's disbelief, like he thinks I’m joking. He looks between us, his eyes scanning the room like he’s trying to read a punchline. “Your joking,” he says, shaking his head. “And how do you know this?”

Audrey gave a faint smile, it was more out of habit than warmth, then she gently pulled away and made her way upstairs to change. Later, freshly showered and in softer clothes, she came back down to meet him. “Let’s watch a movie,” she offered, her tone light. “Of course, babe,” Jace replied, heading toward the freezer to grab a few snacks. He flopped onto the sofa like he owned the place, remote in hand. They weren’t even halfway into the film when Jace suddenly spoke. “Babe…” he said, eyes still on the screen. “I’m not comfortable with that young man living here. You’re all mine, you know that, right?”

— I think it's good that the one who defends me hasn't been accused numerous times. — Now, here comes the light topic, you can relax. I did that to see your reactions under pressure. You have excellent posture, congratulations. – Miguel smiled, causing Catherine to do the same – But nothing I said is a lie. – The smile on Catherine's face disappeared as Miguel dragged his chair to his closet, opening it and taking a black thermos bottle with what appeared to be water from the side of his backpack, opening it and taking a sip. – In this team, we have me, you, Diego, and Rogerio. I'll tell you a little bit about the guys so you can at least know their names. Rogerio is an expert in solving mar

"I threw that away already . Didn't you brief your man about the details of everything? He should be the one to bring the camera!" "That's the camera--- in-- on the table." Bob's voice came out incoherently. He was kissing Scarlet now. We hadn't even told him to start yet. The bastard was surely a criminal, just like this bastard Liam. He must be horny because why was he doing it already when we haven't started filming it yet. He must find Scarlet appealing to the eyes too. Everyone does. That's probably why Jace chose her over me. But everything would end today. I smiled at the thought of it. Jace would then have no option than to turn to me for comfort then.

The full moon had become a catalyst for her werewolf side to emerge, and she had learned to control her newfound powers with the guidance of a supportive pack. As Zara wandered through the bustling campus, she caught sight of a familiar face—a face that made her heart skip a beat. It was Jason, her childhood crush. They had grown up together, and Zara had always admired Jason from afar. It even became farther after the tragic accident. Her father won't let her out of his sight or the house. But now, standing there as a werewolf, Zara wondered how her transformed self would be perceived. Taking a deep breath, Zara approached Jason with a mix of excitement and trepidation. "Hey, Jason," she sa