Jasper From Twilight Novels & Stories

I swallow a lump and take a deep breath. “If I am not a fae, then what do you suspect I am, cousin?” I ask Jasper. He clearly knows something, but I am not sure he knows everything. He stares at me for a second. I take him in for the first time; Jasper is handsome in his own right with auburn hair going to his shoulder, dark skin tone and toned muscles. He is lean and moves with a cat's grace. His eyes are a shining orange, but I’ve noticed they will vary in color - bright orange for his normal mood, yellow when he is impressed like when I put him in his ass, deep orange, almost red, when he is annoyed, which he has been with Isaiah a couple of times. He is as tall as the other guys, which i

It got me thinking maybe the reason I met both of them and all of this is happening is so that I can help them reconcile and be close again. Or maybe this is happening because you couldn’t keep your mouth shut and your panties on for the two demigods. "Hmmm. I'll be impressed if you'd include all my love ones to fit in one of your planes if a zombie apocalypse happens.” Jasper shook his head and chuckled. “You know for a twenty-two year old, you’re so cute to believe in zombies ever coming true.” Jasper lay down facing me and closed his eyes. He whispered goodnight and that I should get some sleep too. But my mind was too excited to sleep yet. The butterflies in my stomach were having a rav

I sniffed the drink again, suspecting it was Nightshade Grass that would make wolves lose control and shift. I glanced at Jasper, who was also struggling with his wolf. The golden gleam in his eyes indicated that his wolf was struggling to take control. Crystal's struggle became so intense that I could feel her rage and unease.

Luna teases, her lips twitching as she throws me a smile, clearly holding back laughter. “Uhm… uhm, let me try again.” Jasper rummages through his bag one more time, muttering under his breath as glass clinks softly. “I got it, yeah,” he exclaims suddenly, straightening as he pulls out a small, fish-like container. “Have this, Talia; it’s a scientific soap. It will wipe the smoke off your body and return your normal color.”

“Do you know what this is?” Where did he get that? I racked my brain, trying to recall whether I had hidden the vial or simply left it lying around, but my memory was foggy. “I’ve never seen that in my life,” I said. I felt guilty all of a sudden. Scared. “Jay?” The king turned to his friend, ignoring me. “That’s a vial of peace aster concentrate,” Jasper said, finally looking up and staring at me. His eyes were burning gold with fury and it sent chills down my spine. “It’s extremely powerful. A drop is enough to knock a person out for an hour.”

It was at one such moonlit gathering that her path crossed with Jasper’s. Jasper was different. Dark-haired, with eyes that held both pain and kindness, he moved through the pack with a wary grace. Where Jeremy was fire, Jasper was shadow - soft but persistent, fierce but protective. Their connection blossomed in stolen moments beneath ancient trees and quiet spaces away from prying eyes. Jasper's hand entered her lace panties, his fingers sliding into her wetness, rubbing his finger over her clit, playing and teasing she gasps and moans with pleasure. He inserts two fingers into her and finger fucks her, hard. She moans with desire. "Jasper, I want you, NOW."

He didn't even lower his head. Jasper was standing just behind his father’s shoulder. He looked like he’d been carved out of stone. His eyes were fixed on the side of my neck, his pupils blown wide until his eyes were almost entirely black. The scent of him—agitated, sour with jealousy—was a physical weight in the air. "You look... different, Sarah," Alpha Felix said, his eyes narrowing as he took in the charcoal silk. "Quite a transformation for a plain girl like you." "A diamond is just coal until it's handled correctly, Alpha," Jareth said coolly. He shifted, pulling me closer to his side. The movement was calculated; it forced Jasper to see the dark, purple mark on my throat in the full

He’s yours, Mara—burn him, love him. Jasper stood before her, his burly frame a wall of strength, sandy hair tousled, blue eyes blazing with desire, his knuckle scar glinting as he tugged off his tunic, revealing a broad chest dusted with hair, his axe resting against a yew, forgotten in the heat of the moment. His voice was a low rumble, thick with need, as he stepped closer, his hands gripping her hips, pulling her against him. “Mar,” he growled, blue eyes locked on hers, “you’re my fire—I can’t wait any longer.” His lips crashed into hers, a hungry edge to the kiss, his hands sliding under her tunic, fingers digging into her hips, the moss soft beneath their boots, the moonflowers’ scent

“Jasper it will involve you kissing your cousin’s mate. If you are willing?” Jasper looks amused. “She is still Seventeen, I’m 25, that is inappropriate.” “It’s a kiss not sex and I give you permission,” I tell him. “Trust me I start kissing you and I’m not stopping,” Jaspers eyes are full of lust and I’m not gonna lie it was a turn on. “Fuck, my Lycan is awake, I can smell that,” Apollo says making me blush. Ren is holding him down. Jasper and I lock eyes, he is absolutely handsome. Mia grabs my arm, apparently I took a step closer to him.

Keya P.O.V ‘Tink?’ He asks me. Tink is short for Tinkerbelle. Which is what he calls Yuri. When he wants to see her. You know, because she’s a fairy. They have some weird relationship going on. Yuri begs, ‘Ooooh, can I please?’ ‘Not now, Yuri. Later I promise.’ I hear her whining and pouting. I shake my head. ‘No, Jas. But later, okay?’ He nods. I turn to everyone. “So, this is Jaspier and he’s Manny’s Dragon. What would you like to show them about yourself, Jas?” My aunt Tricey asks, “Jaspier?” “Yes, it’s like Jasper and Pierre put together.” He shrugs, “I guess they can See my wings.” I notice how he emphasizes the word, see. My sister asks excitedly. “Can I touch your skin, it looks so co