Jamie Tartt Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Clayton sat with her, gently stroking her fingers in an act of support, until sleep finally claimed her. Clayton took the opportunity to return to the front seat. As they approached the end of the pack boundaries, a massive electric fence loomed ahead. Clayton, his curiosity still lingering, turned to Matt and asked, "Who is Jamie?" Matt replied, "One of the rogues, I guess. I heard them calling his name in the forest when I saved her. I asked her about it and she went as white as a sheet. She mentioned some guy that she had lied to and manipulated, but I don't know if it was him. She never mentioned a name, so I'm trying to piece together a 500 piece puzzle when I only have like three piece

We knew how they could be. But I didn’t want to leave. Not yet. “Mr Arthur,” the server beamed from behind the counter, suddenly finding a need to push a strand of her hair behind her ear. I felt something sour in my chest. “That’s such a fine choice. And your main?” He didn’t even think about it. “I’ll do a pie. Can I get the wood-fired Margherita? But swap out the standard mozzarella for imported buffalo mozzarella.” “Okay…” “Add shaved black truffles on top.”

“Top female warrior, Tatum’s best friend and Cade’s biggest pain in the ass.” “All true and she does have beta blood in her.” Cade nodded. “I can’t wait to see who you are mated to. Poor soul will need a lot of Tylenol.” “Ah, I bet he finds other ways to shut her up.” Smiling, Brett looked at me and winked. “Gross.” Beau faked gagged before Brett slapped his shoulder. “Is everyone finished?” Steele looked around. “Yeah, I need help packing up my room so we can move me to Cade’s pack.” Jo looked at me. “Can you help me?”

Lock me till I'm old and Gray? The thought alone infuriates me but there's nothing I can do about it. It makes me mad, so mad. How one's life could be uprooted in a second. A chubby, not fat beautiful lady steps out of the car alongside...him. She looked good. Good enough for an Ivy League student. I thought of running away right now but where would I go? Guards littered everywhere with guns long enough to take out a roaring Lion, talk more little me. "Hi Jasmine. I'm Hailey." I didn't know when they came so close, but I smiled anyway

"Sophia. I honestly have to give her an award for being smart. She could have made a good living being a nation's spy investigator." Jonathan began to stammer, his whole body shaking as he looked up at me. "I am—I am so sorry, Tate. Please. What do I do to make it up to you?" "Exactly what you've been doing," I said. "Keep telling her you're scrambling logs. Keep telling her I'm chasing ghosts in the northern territories. Let her believe she still owns you completely." "And after," he said, swallowing hard. "After this is over. What happens to me then, Tate?"

"Jamie, h-how could you say that? I'm your mom!" "Mom? Sometimes, I wish I'd never been born. You're all so messed up, and it's like you passed it down to me!" Jamie's eyes were like daggers, cutting right through Ari and Jack. "Do you ever wonder why I'd rather hang out with old Yasmin than Tania? Well, I learned from watching you. Like parent, like child, right? Tania calls me gross, but you two take the cake!"

“Mark me, and I’ll make sure Darien never touches me again. I’ll make sure nobody sees the mark until we get rid of him.” His hand trembled slightly as he cupped my jaw. “Are you sure? Can you control that? What if you get in trouble with him because of me?” “Don’t worry about that. But i promise he won't be able to touch me.” I said, even though i know that'd mean more trouble and more punishment for me but i was ready for it. Slowly, I pulled the blanket down from my shoulder, exposing my neck to him. His eyes followed the motion, his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His fangs glinted faintly as his lips parted. “It’s going to be painful, Ava.”

“Because it’ll be fun. Think of it like a dance. A tango.” I almost choked on my chicken. “You’re likening sparring to tango? That’s cute.” Jamie grinned, obviously misunderstanding my sarcasm for flirting. “I’ll take that as a yes.” He turned before I could silence him properly, and he walked away with his shoulders high like he had won. I shook my head, stabbing at my food once more. “Unbelievable.” Lyra leaned forward, watching him prance across the room. “There is so much wrong with that guy.