Jade West Novels & Stories

Jade had never felt bolder and sexier than she ever did, except now, for she finally decided to let out her real sexual identity. And yes, Jade identified as a she from now on. She sashayed her way into the entrance of the forest where everyone was gathered for the next game tonight, wearing their uniform that she had specifically customize into a black short hoodie, gothic, punk pullover crop top, hooded sweatshirt long sleeves with alloy chain connected to the neckline that goes around her hips and backside, then she paired it with the women’s leggings uniform instead of the jogging pants assigned for the men.

“Jade, do you think I enjoy playing hide-and-seek with you?” A graceful lady instantly appeared from behind William. Who else could it be if not Jade Laurell? Indeed, one could not deny that this Queen of Jewelry from Khanh City was very sexy and attractive. Although she was already past thirty years old, she had maintained her appearance and physique well. Coupled with her angelic face, it was difficult for one not to lust after her. Standing next to her godson, they almost seemed to contrast each other. Tyr was right on the mark when he said that the twenty-year-old William looked more like the over-thirty-year-old Jade’s godfather.

WU My shoe grazed the sharpness the ground as i pulled up my shades to look at her. "Jade" I called and for some reason, we ended up in a brisk chuckle. Jade, Jade was the name that represented bad things in a good way, you know the bad, rebellious girl with blue or red in her black hair and gothic shoes. Overdrawn eyeliner with little makeup and high boots. Jade was the girl with tattoo and her arm and her hoodie tied to her waist while she rocked a sleeveless. That was the stereotype if you didn't realize—

“ Fine if no one -“ “ I will” A confident voice speaks up from behind and I clench my fists seeing her. Jade. What the hell was she doing here? Everyone already knew who she was. One of the best fighters in the world she was called the undefeated one.They start cheering her name as she approaches the centre like she owned this place. With eyes fixed at the demon girl. And I curse in my mind knowing well why she was here. Her father.

I wonder where did Jade go. To be continued

To finish her morning routine she walked towards her room to prepare some makeup, nothing too strong, a well done skin, a simple contour, an eyelash mask and a natural color lipstick to not be too forced. Now she was completely ready, she could go to the door, her entrance time was at eight, but on the first day the indication was to arrive earlier to register the fingerprint at the entrance of the building, looking at her cell phone she could see that she got ready incredibly fast, it was seven o'clock in the morning, she put her black leather backpack on her back and finally opened the door, meeting André standing there, he was apparently going to call her and that was really nice of him,

She had long black hair that touched her waist and that was all most people had seen of her. But, some people had seen than that. They had seen her fingers and her nails which were always painted black and were always covered by gloves. Some had seen her eyes which were always surrounded by black shades of eye shadow and her lips that seemed blacker each time you looked at it. But, none had noticed those bright blue irises that sparkled whenever she smiled. Neither had anyone seen her smile. They all knew her name and all she did but most of them would never recognize her if she wore a color other than black. She was Jade Adler, the Gothic troublemaker who had almost burned down the school d

Since my stay here, I heard her name a few good too many times while the guys were talking. I hear the rumble of bikes and I turn, but the hill blocks my view of the other side. Kaleb howls his lungs out and I put my food down to get him from his rocking chair, but Jade gets him. She was the one who came back with Beggar 2 weeks back. She has a beautiful tattoo that she shows off on her back, of a fallen angel sitting with a broken wing. She’s shorter than me, but not by much. She played a game of Jenga with me the one night while we binged watched, Discovery of Witches.

It didn’t dull the anger, but it helped. I was on my third glass when a familiar voice cut through the noise. “Rhea? No fucking way.” I turned to see Jade Monroe, one of my old casual hookups from before this whole Kai nightmare started. Jade was dressed even wilder than usual, a tiny red metallic top that barely covered her nipples, a black micro skirt that rode up with every step, fishnet stockings, and sky high heels. Her dark hair was wild, makeup bold, and she moved like she owned the entire club.