Jasper From Twilight Novels & Stories

He had been observing the red-haired vampire as she spoke with the other female through the glass doors of the art gallery. “Mason!” Dylan phoned once more. Mason yelled out, "Coming," and started to move with the rest of the group. When Mason joined them, Dylan commented, "So, she was hot, you know, for a dead person." Dylan was a werewolf who was 37 years old and had stopped growing since he was in his late 20s. Like Mason, he was tall and slim, but when his dark hair wasn't tied back, it hung to his shoulders.

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Jasper cleared his throat. “Maybe I should give you a bit of privacy,” Jasper’s voice was quivering slightly. He didn’t want to walk away from me, he wanted to watch me undress. Emboldened by his response, I started to remove my jacket. I peeled it off and threw it onto the floor beside me just as pain radiated down my spine and through the rest of my body. Sinking to my knees, I cried out in pain. “Shit, you should probably get those clothes off or you will be walking back naked.” Jasper got down on his knees beside me and started to pull my clothes off frantically.

As such, Renee continued, "I don't mind giving it to you straight—I'm a sugar mommy too. I was simply drunk back at Jormund and was only interested because you have the looks. It's just harmless fun, so please don't take it too seriously." "Jay Tall, you mean?" "What?!" Renee's eyes widened in disbelief when she heard the name, but her eyes soon flashed in realization. "H-How'd you know?" "Because he is me," Jasper replied. He had no intention to hide anymore—heaven knew how furious he was to wake up and see her gone. She had just promised to try dating, even if it meant mostly being friends with benefits. At least it was a start, or would have been.

Storm rested contentedly within her, the silver-furred wolf's aggression eased by the healing atmosphere, but Mara's emotions had deepened: unwavering loyalty to Alya blooming into unbreakable sisterhood, satisfaction in their shared victories warming her, and a quiet concern for the prophecy that made her green eyes flick to Soren. Jasper positioned himself near the brazier, his shaggy brown hair falling into his hazel eyes, which held a thoughtful warmth as he observed the group, his lean frame leaning against a stone shelf, the moon tattoo on his wrist glowing faintly. Dusk stirred calmly within him, the dark-furred wolf's cunning a steady undercurrent, but Jasper's emotions layered: admi

Lyra supervised the packing like a mother hen with knives for feathers. “Do I… bow?” Thorn asked me quietly, red creeping up his neck. “Or nod? Or—” “Walk beside me,” I said. “If you see me tripping over a ceremony, kick my ankle.” His relief was ridiculous and beautiful. Jasper drew near. The closeness carried the scent of pine and the private attentions of a man who notices how your heartbeat changes. “How do you feel now?” he asked, meaning more than the brand. “Like the story got bigger,” I said. “And narrower.”

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He grabs my hand and entwines our fingers. “He’s still breathing, so he’s fine. It’s just the witches.” Jade says nonchalantly as she walks away. I watch her as she disappears from my view, not breathing until she’s gone. Has she known this whole time what was happening to him? “Yeah, she’s really smart and said the Moon goddess gave her some clues the last time she saw her,” Jasper says. I whip my head around to look at him. I didn’t realize I asked the question out loud.

And the rosiness in my cheeks that I hadn’t seen in years was finally back. 'Is that… me?' I gasped under my breath. It was. The door suddenly swung open, and a familiar figure walked in. He was tall, with a sharp jawline and jet-black hair, with eyes I recognized from the forest floor. The same eyes that had looked down at me with a look of both frustration and curiosity, while I lay in the dirt with a vial in my hand. I kept my voice very steady. "Who are you?" "Jasper," he answered matter-of-factly. "Beta of the Blackthorne pack."