Jackson X Stiles Novels & Stories

“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.

Brandon stood up behind me, his large, warm hands settling on my bare, shivering shoulders. "You lost the game, Kitty," Jackson said, stepping into my space until I had to crane my neck to look up at him. "And you know what happens to the loser. A Sterling always collects his debts." "Creative penalties," Brandon whispered against my ear, his lips brushing the lobe. "I think we have a few ideas that involve more than just chess pieces." Jackson unzipped his jeans, pushing them down to his ankles. I gulped hard, my eyes wide as he sprang out. He was hard, thick, and bigger than anything I’d ever imagined a man could be in person.

Something in her voice stirred him, though he despised the way his chest tightened in response. “Lilith.” His voice was controlled, clipped, as he stepped forward. “How was your flight?” “It was… alright.” Her lips curved, polite yet edged with something unreadable. “Thank you for picking me up.” Her hand rested gently on the boy’s shoulder. “This is Jaxon,” she said. Then, turning to the child, her tone softened. “Jaxon, this is Mr. Steele. An old friend.” Xavier’s eyes flickered, his brows knitting. Mr. Steele?

I’m still wheezing, trying to catch my breath, and internally panicking in response to Theo bringing up my mystery girl in front of… well, the mystery girl herself. “Yeah,” I sputter hoarsely, blinking the tears from my eyes and drawing a deep breath. “Wrong pipe.” I’m not fooling Quinn, though. She’s sitting across from me at the table, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips. “Mystery girl?” she asks, arching a brow. “Yeah,” Theo laughs, clapping me on the shoulder and giving it a rough squeeze. “Jax has been on the hunt for weeks trying to find some girl he met in Stillwater, isn’t that right, Romeo?”

"Your turn. Tell me everything you saw." My chest clenched. To drag it all back up was its own kind of pain — the kind that settled behind the sternum and pulled. But I had to. So I pushed everything else down, met Daniel's gaze, and opened my mouth. "Jaxon was on the bed with Lilith. It started with her moans and his groans. And then the pain hit—" I felt Jaxon's grip tighten around my hand, his eyes going soft with guilt, "—they were having sex. A duvet was covering them, and—"

"So what are you going to ask them?" "Nothing, for now, I just want to see them." And that he did, the moment he got to the end of the stairway, walked the dimly lit corridor between two rows of empty and occupied cells till he got to cell B17. Both rogues were locked up in the same cell. They looked awfully calm and composed. William dutifully introduced them to Jason and Jason observed them. Timon had black hair that was spiky, his sunken black eyes gave him a grave look and he's cheekbones were over pronounced. He was tall, but taller not Jason. Zack however, was a short, sturdy, bald man. So bald his head shone. His eyes seemed too big for his head and his lips chapped. A golden stud gli

she was having emotional attachment just after two times of having sex. It was really good though. She reminisced. Ezra smiled 'Now you understand how I feel when you run away from him.' 'I'm sorry.' She apologized. 'Don't be.' Ezra comforted her. After the general pack howl, Stiles was proud of himself. He was able to lead the pack into the Red Stone pack safely. Alpha Jaxon wasn't happy. It was evident in his countenance when they shook hands. Nevertheless, he granted them access because of his wife's sake.

Jackson instructed Connor, "Make her understand." Standing beside Jackson, Connor stepped forward and said to Brianna, "You and Mr. Leslie are old acquaintances. You have a relative who was once in prison, and she stayed in the same cell as Ms. Lewis. She must have told you about Ms. Lewis' experience in prison. After learning that Ms. Lewis had her fingernails pulled out, you sought Mr. Leslie's help in staging this show." Jackson's relationship with Serenity was not a secret in high society. Anyone who cared to look into it would be able to find out about his dating history.

Jackson advised, lowering his voice. "This bitch is going to sleep with Raleigh! You want me to just sit back and watch?" Justin couldn't contain his anger. Jackson's expression turned cold upon hearing this. “You have the nerve to judge Stella? Aren't you behaving even worse than her?!" Jackson couldn't bear to watch any longer, frowning deeply.

He said it loudly enough for everyone to hear this time: “I’m Jason Stiles. Griffin Walker sent me to be your escort for the evening.” For a second, the whole hall went silent. Jason Stiles. The name hit the room like an explosion. People gasped. Some even murmured, “Jason Stiles?” the same way people react when they see someone they’ve only read about in magazines. The heir to the Stiles Group. The businessman who’d been abroad for years. The same Jason who used to be Griffin’s best friend before he left the country. My stomach dropped. “Did she just say Jason Stiles?” someone behind me whispered. “Isn’t that Griffin’s closest friend?”