Jackson X Stiles Novels & Stories

Christian’s bodyguards moved to block him, but with a single raised finger, he signaled them to stand down. “Mr. Blackwood,” Jaxon said coolly, stopping in front of Christian, and meeting his gaze. “I’m Jaxon Stiles. You must know my father.” Christian held his stare, anger flashing in his eyes. I glanced down and saw his fists were clenched so tightly his knuckles had gone white. He was pissed, probably because Jaxon had the audacity to get in his way like that. If only he knew what I had endured because of Jaxon, how he humiliated me, and made my life hell here.

Stiles had his arm around Grey, who was wearing a hoodie and looking a bit pale but steady. "Look at the royal couple," Stiles joked the moment he saw us. "You guys actually look like you slept. I, on the other hand, spent half the night making sure these cute eyes didn't turn into a human popsicle," he announced, pulling Grey closer to himself. "Sure, Stiles," Grey teased, leaning his head on Stiles's shoulder. "Whatever helps you sleep at night.” Riven rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "At least you didn't faint in the fish barrel, Stiles."

“Forget if I have a mate. Genevieve didn't even consider the fact that I may have a partner or girlfriend somewhere. She just disrespected Mia.” “Let's not read too much into it, Jackson. She's still our best friend.” Jaxon said, putting his hand into his pocket. They turned the corner. “I'm not so sure of that. After this stupid stunt, I think I'm just going to give her space. Being in love with someone and seeing them being in love with another person, it sucks, I can promise you that.” Jackson said. Jaxon said nothing. He remembered the first person Jackson had chosen to date after he got tired of waiting for a mate. Her name was Lily. She was as pretty as her name.

Jackson smirked as her smile faded away when she had fully grasped his words. "Spread... you shared the photo of me covered in cum?!?" Alexis fumed as she sat up in the backseat and that is when she saw the result of the photo. Through the windows, her blue eyes trembled at the sight of a long and orderly line of black guys, leading from the front door of the single house amongst the ruined and abandoned neighbourhood and down the street. "I did and now they've all come here to enjoy that fine fucking body of yours" Jackson told her, before he stepped out of the car, waving to the gathered line like a soldier that had returned from war.

Williams bit down hard on his lip and slowly sank down onto the bed, bowing his head as he knew his fiancée was about to be willingly ravaged by one of his closest friends. “We have taught them well, Sergeant. We have taught them well.” Smith winked at Jones as the tanned Jackson went to work on the other side of Kaitlyn’s dress, which fell apart with less resistance, such was the damage done on the opposite side. Jackson removed all of the shredded material with his pristine teeth and spat it across at Williams’ feet, looking him in the eye and smiling. All Williams could do was bow his head once more as his friend went to work. Jackson slid down her young body, running his hands across her

Jackson grabbed her, yanking her to the ground as gunfire erupted, bullets tearing through the office walls like paper. Cole dove behind the console, shouting, “Jackson GO! Take Savannah and RUN!” But Jackson didn’t move. He pulled Savannah tight against him and stared straight into the chaos, eyes burning with one terrifying, unshakeable truth Harrison didn’t just want to ruin them. He wanted Jackson Sterling dead. And Savannah with him.

He questioned, still not losing the tangle on his forehead. “Don’t be jealous. Finn is my friend too. ” I tease him while moving my eyebrows up and down, jiggling it. “Jealous? Why would I be jealous? Cattleya, we will be married in a few days and you will be my wife. Do you really think I should worry about you being stolen?” Jaxson answered, seriously. “And, you really think that out of all people I will be threatened, it would be that man?

Looking up, Steele examined my face before he nodded. “Blair said you have to help Maddox kill them. Tatum, you need to man up and finish this tonight. Kill Tina and then let Maddox have control of your wolf. He needs it to kill Rowan.” Jackson snapped my ankle back in place. “Here.” He tossed a pair of shorts to me. “This will sting.” Steele poured something out over my hands. “MOTHER FUCKER!” I growled, but watched as my hand closed up. He didn’t he hesitate as he dumped two bottles, one on each arm. “Fucking hell.” I sagged against Jackson as whatever he gave me was soaking into my exposed flesh.

To secure a major project, I had to fly overseas immediately. When I returned, two months had already passed. By then, that family was in complete ruin. Mr. Moonstone had been admitted to the ICU. Despite her advanced age, Mrs. Moonstone had boldly chosen love, running off with Caleb after emptying the family accounts. Emily, the illegitimate daughter, was ambitious, rallying shareholders to wrest control of the company from her. As for her so-called true love, Aaron, he caused her plenty of trouble as well. His plagiarism scandal had been exposed.

They got to the middle of the room and Alessa smiled at her daughter who was tense. Aria stared back at her mother and managed to smile despite being tense. Her mother was about to speak when Stiles walked to them. “Hello, ma’am. Can I dance with your daughter?” he asked politely and Alessa looked at Aria who was smiling at him. “Sure,” Alessa replied and pulled away from Aria. Stiles wrapped his hands around her waist and Aria exhaled nervously. Stiles held Dalvin’s gaze for a few seconds and he ignored it. He suddenly pulled Aria to himself, closing the little space in between them.