Jackson Rathbone Jasper Cullen Novels & Stories

said the male figure, smiling. "Yes." Jonathan took a sip of his drink. "Do you believe we should send Taylor to Zayden right now? Sending Taylor to Zayden could potentially trigger Olivia's emotional state, leading to a disastrous outcome. Explode the whole thing." Jonathan laughed right there. "I didn't know there were people as cruel as you," said the man with piercing blue eyes. Jakson Allesandro, a handsome man from Italy, was the leader of a mafia syndicate group in his homeland. His family's involvement in the field led him to invent the chip and several poisons. Jakson and Jonathan are cousins, just like Sanders and Wiratama.

“He said he had a partner that he wanted to introduce me to. He felt both of us could benefit from the deal but I wasn’t interested in any new partner. So I wasn’t really willing to listen to his pitch. He was almost getting too pushy about it.” Sazon frowned. “How hard was he pushing this guy on you?” Mikial shrugged. “Like I said, I wasn’t really interested so I ignored the conversation.” The phone rang again. It was Nicky calling back. When Raven answered she put it on speaker. Nicky got right to the point, “I looked into this Cullen guy and I don’t think you’re gonna like what I found.” “And what did you find?” Raven asked her brother. “Cullen died a month after Jessie in what the police

The days following Jeremy and Lena’s confrontation were a whirlwind of tension and upheaval. The silence between them had shattered, replaced by a volatile mixture of defiance and fractured trust that neither could ignore. Lena spared no time. In the secure confines of the safe house, she and her allies - Jasper and Adam -worked tirelessly to prepare the evidence for public release. Each encrypted document, each covert recording of clandestine meetings, every ledger entry linking the Rathbone pack to crimes of money laundering, murder, and manipulation, was meticulously compiled into a damning dossier.

“Get her to the truck,' Cullen ordered as he grabbed Arthur by his shirt. Cullen had seen him before when he saved Ivory. This was the man who raped his mate, and it looked like Fern had stabbed him. “Yes, Alpha,” Daksh nodded as he gently carried Fern’s body. Daksh leaned his head to her neck and sniffed her deeply, calming his tiger. “I should have never let you go,” Daksh whispered. “Alpha, it's clear. I found a second male scene, but it's a few hours old.” Marco glanced around as he informed Cullen of his findings. “Who is he?” Cullen dropped Arthur’s body, placing his foot on his chest. “This piece of scum is no one. Find some chains to tie him up. He is going to stand trial for what he

They are scared of the outcome of her shift and rightfully so. Azraiel reaches his office where Theo is already waiting for him. “Any news?” Azraiel asks. Theo doesn’t say anything but lays down a portrait on the table. Azraiel peers down to see what he already predicted. It was another portrait of Richard…this time as told by Alana. So this means that she isn’t lying and this Richard is indeed Austin Jones. Great! Now they know that the white wolf who wants to harm Charlotte is none other than the wolf bitten by a Trueblood. He may not be a Trueblood but he was bitten by one which turned him into an Alpha.

I say. "Great. Who is he?" Jackson asked. So I sat on one of the chairs. "Colt Stevenson." I say. "Any relation?" He asked. "Cousin. He was a Hunter but Carter caught him off guard and now he's a vampire. And a ruthless one at that. He looked crazy. Not vampire crazy, just crazy." I say. "God damn it. So, he's worse than Carter?" Jackson asked.

I find neither of them. A familiar voice greets me, and I turn to find Jack Cullen, a friendly face from the pack, approaching with his usual warm smile. The afro I remember him having as a kid has been replaced with cornrows, but his handsome, feline features are still there. "Bella!" he exclaims, his eyes lighting up as he approaches, gulping down the remnant of his black coffee before setting it down on a nearby tray. “Crazy, Yubaba told me she saw you yesterday and I was like, no way Bella would come back and not look for her childhood James Dean daydream look in my eyes.”

I croaked, gesturing to the naked body where the massive beast once lay. Declan’s expression turned grim as he replied, “Yeah.” “Who was it?” “Do you remember when I said not everyone saw anything wrong with what Jasper was doing?” Declan dropped to his knees. I nodded and glanced down at the bloodied and unmoving corpse at my feet. He couldn’t be much younger than Declan, with short, light brown hair and a handsome, good-natured face; and a runner’s wiry figure, with the look of someone used to hard physical labor.

“Do you not know how the collars work? Are you sure you should be purchasing a wolf if you don’t even know how to control one?” “You really think a simple shock will control one of those four?” Jackson blinked at the man. He was completely thrown off by how this conversation was going. “Do… Uh, I hate to use this phrase, but do you not know who I am? I mean you said my name when you approached so I assumed you knew who you were talking to. Jackson Carmillan. Of Carmillan Collars. I think I have a better understanding of how the collars work than you do.”

By that time, he would bring him to search for jobs after he regained his energy. Lil Six was actually not a gangster of Cat Lane, instead, he was someone that Jackson prepared to wait for Jasper Sanders. How dare Sarah betray his family and hurt his mother. Jackson would not let her live comfortably, it was too easy for Sarah if she was imprisoned. She deserved to get tormented dreadfully for a long time. There was no doubt that the only person that could torture her the most was Sarah's husband—Jasper Sanders.