Jace Wayland Movie Novels & Stories

Clara said slowly. "What... What are you talking about.... Ahhhhhhhh!" Joseph shouts dropping his can of beer as he looks at Clara's direction. Jason had lifted his head from the Black sheets to look at the house (Hey My Knightley!) "WOOOF!". "Jason I said not to reveal yourself until I told him everything!" Clara yelled at the wolf. "Jason? As in Elizabeth Snow's kid?! He's that werewolf?!" Joseph stood up searching around the house as if looking for a weapon.

I whispered, “Nate and Lora. They’re the traitors. I know how that looks with Lucas being her mate, but he’s not one of them, I promise you that. I don’t know who else, but I’m certain about those two. And I heard, Nate is somehow your father’s son… You know what that means, right? You can’t trust anyone, all we have is each other…you, me, mom, dad and Lucas. You’re going to kill them all, right? Then, together…let’s d---" “Did he do that to you?” Words left his lips, words that were directed at me, yet his eyes still hadn’t even touched my figure. “You mean these bruises? Well yeah but t---” “Stay.” Wait what? Stay? Stay where? Is he telling me to stay away? “Jace is not too far from here,

The argument starts before we even board. “You’re not serious.” I’m standing on the dock in Miami heat, sunglasses pushed up, staring at Jace Calloway like he just told me the ocean is dry. “One room. You booked one room.” “Two rooms.” He doesn’t look at me. He’s scanning his phone, duffel slung over one shoulder, olive green, military-issue, because everything Jace owns is military-issue, including his personality. Six-two of disciplined muscle in a fitted black t-shirt and cargo shorts, jaw set, buzzcut growing out just enough to show that his hair is dark and thick, tattoo sleeve covering his left arm from shoulder to wrist, unit insignia, coordinates, something in Arabic he won’t explain

There were a lot of options to choose from and Jade allowed Shawn to make a choice, but he let her pick instead. He regretted it immediately after the movie started and he realized it was a horror movie. He didn't want to watch but Jade called him a chicken and he stayed back to watch. He had wanted to prove that he wasn't a ‘chicken’ but he ended up proving her right. He had clutched the arm of the seat all through and when a zombie in the movie ate his eye, he ran out to the restroom and puked his guts out. After stalling for a few minutes, he went back in. The movie didn't get any better and he hoped Jade wouldn't notice how scared he was. He felt as though the door would break open and a

"You told them to make sure I didn't walk away. You tried to have me killed." "That wasn't—I didn't mean—" "Confess." Jace's voice dropped to a growl. "On camera. Now." Riley's phone was on the bench, recording. He nodded frantically. "Okay. Okay. I'll confess. Everything. Just—please don't kill me." I touched Jace's arm. His skin was burning hot. "Let him go. We have what we need." He didn't move. His eyes were still gold, and I could feel the rage radiating off him in waves. This was the edge. This was the moment Celeste had warned about—the moment where the power took over and the person disappeared.

"Ariel, come home with me." I stumbled from his pull, spilling my milk everywhere. Aiden immediately stood up, blocking my way and grasping Jeremy's arm. "Mr. Yeager, please let go. We're in a hospital." Aiden's voice was authoritative. Jeremy looked at him coldly. "I'm bringing my wife home. An outsider like you has no right to interfere." "Outsider?" I forcefully pulled my hand away from Jeremy's and looked up at him. "Jeremy, where were you last night when my dad needed the deposit for the ICU? What did you say when I begged you to transfer that 12,000 dollars to me?"

He wanted to scream, to cry—but something in him stayed cold, focused. He watched as the bald man pulled out a phone and made a call. “It’s done,” he said. A pause. Then: “Yes, sir. They didn’t talk. No one else saw.” Another pause. “Understood.” Then came the order that would burn itself into Jace’s soul forever: “Make it look like an accident.” The bald man hung up and walked to the kitchen. Jace watched through the crack as he grabbed a bottle of vodka, shattered it on the floor, and began splashing it around the apartment. The lean one pulled out a lighter.

“It’s really Darla, huh?” “Yeah,” I whispered, blinking up at him. “Darla Morrison.” He laughed, still trying to catch his breath. “Jace Knight. Remind me never to piss you off. You attract falling objects.” I laughed softly. “You have the worst timing. And the best.” He grinned and helped me to my feet. “Now the medics,” the director ordered. The director started clapping his hands. “Beautiful. Now that’s exactly what I’m talking about.”

_*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> I should turn around. Should go back outside and wait until they're done. Should do literally anything other than what I actually do, which is walk further into the house like a complete idiot. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> The living room comes into view. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> And I see everything. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3"> Jace is on the couch, completely naked, his tattooed body glistening with sweat. His muscles flex and ripple with every movement — his abs clenching, his thick thighs tensed, his arms bulging as he grips the woman's hips. _*]:min-w-0 gap-3">

I asked, feeling a knot form in my stomach. “Hawaii,” he replied shortly, still stuffing things into his bag. I stood there, my mind racing. “So you’re just going to run off and pretend like everything doesn’t exist? I don’t think this is a good idea.” Jace’s gaze hardened, his jaw tightening. “Do you want to stay here and try to convince people that you’re a good person? Do you want to face my mom and aunt and beg them to accept you? Do you want to deal with the media and convince them you didn’t try to kill your best friend’s child? Because I don’t have the time for that. Pack your bags. We’re leaving.”