Jack X Arcee Novels & Stories

JACK’S POV I came to school today with one aim. Find out who the fuck U.X. was. As soon as I stepped into the school gates, the irritation from last night surged through me. That bastard had played me so perfectly that I had actually fallen for it. I clenched my jaw as I walked through the crowded hallway. U.X. told me Aaron was in danger. Aaron wasn't in danger. He told Aaron to meet him at Mercer Street, then he sent Aaron that stupid picture.

I tried to steady my breath as Ace held me closer to him, his hood briefly coming in contact with my belly. I stifled a gasp. “Now, take a deep breath, and speak to me.” I inhaled sharply, puffing out on his chest. Christ. I feel so small with Ace Reynolds. The height was not enough, towering over me, he just had to be as intimidating. “I-I met Jasper. He is Elijah’s brother and works for the Feds. I think he is looking for you. We need to leave, Ace.” His name somehow felt foreign in my mouth. Illegal. Like, I've gone out of the line.

He was creating a fake accent. "What?" Jack barked and it took him a minute or two to register that note and his eyes widened slightly. "Connor is not in the city, then who the fuck are you?" Jack growled, making Xander's jaw twitch in anger. He knows about Connor which meant he was keeping tabs on her. One more bone was added to the list which was supposed to be broken by Xander. Jack was going to die tonight. "Stay the fuck away from my girl," Xander growled while throwing his cigar away.

I snorted, "the only person close to being an artist is Aaron. He is an architect and civil engineer. He owns a company for building and selling buildings, any kind of houses, and malls. As long as it's a building. He also manages a real estate agent company but that doesn't make him an artist. The only artistic work Jaxon can do is paint a woman with cum and Mordecai doesn't even know how to draw a triangle. If he draws for you, you'll regret your life." She laughed. "He can't be that bad," "He's terrible," I deadpanned. "Can I ask a curious question?" "Shoot." "I know how you made your money and him, what about Aaron and Jaxon?" "Jaxon was never poor, just didn't love living off his parent

he said as he smiled at them " my name is Jack and you guys are?" " T..The Edge mercenaries I'm Dave The leader...sir " After he said his name he looked at the person standing next to him which made the person jump. ' maybe I overdid it?' Jack thought to himself but continued smiling. " I...I'm ..c...chase an assassin " and like that they all followed suit . " Lea Archer " " Marie ...priest..sir.." he tilted his head as he look at her . " preist?"

He wore a casual grey sweater, looking highly annoyed and slightly nervous. “Jacob,” Jaxon frowned, stopping at the top of the stone steps. “What the f*** are you doing here? Why wasn't I informed you were coming?” “Jaxon! You look fantastic,” I smiled warmly, taking a slow step up the stairs. “I apologize for the lack of notice. It was unexpected and incredibly urgent. It is about Aria.” Jaxon’s eyes narrowed instantly. “What about her?” “She had a bit of an accident last night,” I sighed, letting my fake smile drop into a look of deep, dramatic concern. “Two armed mercenaries managed to slip into my sub-cellars. They grabbed her, beat her senseless, and nearly dragged her out of the pack.”

I finished my second pizza, feeling full. I opened my soda and drank the whole content before standing up and went to wash my hands. After washing them, I turned around only to be met with Ace's piercing blue eyes, staring right at me. I wiped my hands with the towel before smiling at him, "what are you doing here?" "I came to wash my hands," he replied walking towards the sink, his shoulders brushing against mine. I took a step away, giving him more space. My eyes fell on the tattoo on his wrist. I took a close look at it before my eyes slightly widened.

Gunnar offered gently and I was a bit taken back by him coming to my aid. "Yeah well, I have a feeling she's the least bit traumatized," he licked his lips, drawing my attention to the scar going across it, "she's not as innocent as our little Quinn here." "Do you know something I don't, brother?" "I know a lot of things you don't," Ace answered vaguely, "I know her better than you do." "Not better than I do," Quinn piped. Ace traced the seam of his lips with two fingers, "Even better than you, baby girl."

Valerie: Morning sunlight spilled across the terrace, warm and soft against my skin as I stepped outside. The breeze carried the faint scent of pine and fresh earth, the quiet hum of the pack grounds far below. Everything felt calmer now, steadier, like the world had finally exhaled after months of choking tension. “Val.” I turned. Xavier stood in the doorway, dressed in a dark shirt with the sleeves rolled to his forearms. His eyes, those steady storm-blue eyes, held something different today. A warmth. A nervousness. A spark I hadn’t seen since the very beginning.

“You can refuse to take our deal, but you won’t dare or stand in our way, you will end up regretting it.” I laughed, he seemed to have made findings enough for just an intro about me, he was yet to make his real findings to know who I really was. If I say something, I would make sure I get it done, no matter what. I let go of the other guy and moved closer to Xander. “I am Aric Phoenixbourne.” I stated, beating my chest. “Make more findings about me and get to know about me. I will make sure you don’t get that deal done, and if you cross the line more, I will be sure to ruin your group.”