Jade West Novels & Stories

Everyone would have been surprised to find that such a delicate young girl had an 8" girlcock tucked between her legs. Andalee couldn't help but think that THIS was the kind of girl who would eventually be a sex symbol making movies in Camelot, not her. "My name is Jade Anders and something interesting about me is that I get to take classes at the community college in the afternoon," Jade was one of the smartest girls in the class, and she would probably end up graduating from college before she turned 20. However, she wasn't some sort of shy nerd, she was beautiful and outgoing as well. She was 5'4 and weighed 120lbs. She had short hair which she had dyed pink. Her blue eyes were covered by

Jade—the scorned heiress who had already made headlines for storming a Langston event once before. The crowd parted instinctively as Jade strode toward Carter, her heels biting against marble. “Carter Langston,” her voice sliced through the air, commanding the room’s silence. She held up a USB drive, gleaming under the chandeliers. “You think you can play king forever? This—” she lifted it higher, “—is proof your empire’s built on lies. Faulty products. Fudged reports. And worse. The Takahashis deserve to know the truth.”

Add salt to my wounds. “Maybe they were laughing because you’re dressed like death,” Jade says, and I shrank into my chair. She’s always blunt. And I envy that. She can say what she wants, when she wants. People can't stay mad, her pretty privilege is unmatched. She’s stunning with dark skin, a full head of afro, and a fashion sense that puts everyone else to shame. Everything she wears is made by her. Yes, she made her own jeans. She designed all her clothes before coming to uni. I live in sweat pants and anything baggy to hide my body. That’s just what I do.

Jade’s smile didn’t meet her eyes. “You’ll need a guide. I can escort you.” “Aren’t you here to train Kacie?” Jake asked suspiciously. “Kacie cannot train with me until she surpasses Clara and Nyx,” Jade’s sharp teeth glinted as she smiled. If I hadn’t already known she was a witch, I would think she was a vampire. “And as I said earlier, I was speaking to your Luna. Please be a good boy, and stop trying to butt in.” “Jake,” I said. I shot him a look that told him to shimmer down before turning back to Jade. “When did you want to go?”

“Gorgeous.” Reaper’s eyes narrow in warning as he pulls Jade into the security of his arms. “She’s mine. Get your own.” He whispers with a pout. Jade snorts and rolls her eyes. “Okay, then. I know you two probably have some work to take care of. You have ten minutes.” She says with a scolding glare. Which is funny coming from someone so small and fragile. Jade is a very talented ballet dancer. We met last year during one of her performances. She and Reaper were going through some relationship issues, and Kazik was looking for a way to make Reaper hurt. That’s how Reaper and I were able to resolve our differences and became friends.

I instantly covered my ears, waiting for it to fade. "What in the fuck just happened, and who the hell are you?" Lincoln snapped. His teeth bared as his wolf danced in his eyes. I jumped in between them, throwing up my hands. "She is a friend. She works for Balthazar and is a nightcrawler, his personal protector. Her name is Jade, and she is here to help us get Reyna back and kill these bastards." He looked at me and then Jade. "As much as I appreciate the introduction. We have places to be and people to kill. If I were sent here to harm you, you would have already been dead." Lincoln narrowed his eyes at her but stepped back, gaining control of his wolf again.

I said nothing, choosing instead to watch the beautiful, brown haired woman who was now conversing with one of the western noble ladies after concluding their formalities of greeting the King. I had met Jade Creed once in the Western Territory during a visit to see Elder Alpha Killian. She had been our host, housing us during our stay in their family's manor. Although she had seemed cold and detached at first, one night of a sudden and true heart to heart had revealed the layers she hid underneath.

She also knew the owner as a result of her popularity and was truly surprised that Martin brought her to shop in such an expensive store. It's a store owned by Shirley. Shirley's store was where most celebrities loved to shop. It was the number one store for wealthy people. Caitlyn felt honored to shop there. When both women walked into the room where Shirley kept the best outfits, Caitlyn couldn't help but gasp in awe. "Wow!" She began to feel each dress with her hand and exclaimed softly at the cool and soft texture of each. Although the dresses looked beautiful and elegant, none caught Caitlyn's eyes. She liked the dresses, but she couldn't imagine herself in them. She loved to dress simp

Jenny rolled her eyes at the pickup line. "Mr. Pearson, I don't mind if you want to flirt around with women, but please stay away from my friends." "Don't be so heartless, Jenny. We're friends, too." Max sat down in front of Jade and smiled. "Hi. I'm Jenny's friend, Max Pearson." Jenny was speechless. Compared to her, Jade seemed much calmer. Little boys like him always amused her. "Hello. I'm Jade Weston. You may call me Miss Jade."

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.