Jasper Hale Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“I know who he is.” Mateo nodded. “After he stepped in, they went to the park…laughing and talking like old friends. From what I could tell, they knew each other. And just so you know—he’s recently divorced. I think he might have a thing for Jasmine.” My jaw clenched, the muscles tightening painfully as I stared at Mateo. I curled my hands into fists under the table. Nathan Hale was practically worshipped in the media; every girl was obsessed with him, and now he was sniffing around my Jasmine.

She find him kissing another girl, and when being confronted about it, Josh didn't took the blame and decided to put it on her, calling her needy, makes all of it seem like her fault for being self centered for years after all the things that happened with her mother. So impulsively she bought a ticket halfway across the world to here, where nobody will know Natasha Hale and being someone new that is fun and adventurous instead of the boring needy one that Josh seem to saw on her. "He's a fucking asshole," The guy retorts after she finish her story. Honestly, she really needs to stop referring to him as the guy, spilling half her life story and she didn't even know the guy fucking name. Seem

And this time, it might be even more powerful. He looked at the transition documents in his hand. This was his way of giving Hazel strength. Giving her a foundation, an identity, and a sense of pride that could serve as her shield. If she had to go to war—whether against Diego, Cassandra, or her own ghosts—at least she would do it as Hazel Quinn, the rightful heir, not as a lost and vulnerable girl. With a heavy heart full of prayers, Jasper went back to his paperwork, trying to focus on numbers and legal clauses. But in the back of his mind, one name kept echoing like a warning.

"Did you really think hiding your scent would prevent me finding you? I'm not stupid Alden." "Prove it then." Alden growled. "Let us settle this between ourselves. Fight me. Alpha to Alpha." "As tempting as that sounds, I won't." Jasper said darkly. "You're just looking for a means to escape. I have no business with you and your brothers. All I want is Diana. She belongs to me." "Then I'll kill you personally." Alden whispered coldly. His eyes flickered and turned gold. "Because you're not laying a hand on our mate."

I nodded, turning toward the car waiting at the end of the drive. "Tessa." I stopped, glancing back. His eyes were wet, his voice broken. "I'm sorry. For everything." I held his gaze for a long moment, then turned away. "I know," I said softly. "But it doesn't change anything." And I turned and walked away, smiling at Alaric who had been waiting at the door all along. Months passed. News trickled in from Bloodmoon, each piece more tragic than the last. Jasper had fallen into despair. He drank himself into oblivion, night after night, until his wolf, unable to bear the pain, retreated entirely.

Although he intended to perform a more in-depth study as to the reasons for the varied responses and work on perfecting the serum accordingly, he was quite satisfied with the results of his first batch. Hank appeared from behind him and stood at his side. “Are you ready to leave?” he asked. Nodding, Jasper’s face took on an expression of regret as he said, “I wish I didn’t have to sneak back there. I dread running into one of them.” “You have been absent from the wolf camp for a noticeable length of time,” Hank observed. “I assume they believe you went off to rescue Lila. What story do you plan to tell them when they discover that you returned without her?”

Jasper twirled and stood facing him with a firm look. "Because you are forcing me to love someone I don't want to be with!" He retorted bitterly. Aaron remained unanswered, letting him do as he wished. Jasper left, abandoning his dearest brother for Shane, having no idea of the impact that was napping inside his body ever since he got touched by Kade. Once he reached the dorm, the first sight he got was Kade's nerve-popping hand that was smacking someone's face aggressively who looked older than him.

A voice answered. “In the marrow.” I spun. Jasmine stood in the distance. Or maybe Vira. Or maybe both. She—They—were not bound anymore. No cage. No barrier. Standing amidst a storm of falling ash, runes orbiting like stars around him. I stepped forward. “Jasmine?” “Closer,” she said. “Please.” I moved. Her eyes flickered. Red. Gold. Red again. “My name…” she said. “I can’t remember it.” “It’s Jasmine,” I said firmly. “You’re Jasmine Hale. You’re one of us.”

Jasper From the moment I stepped into that room one week ago, I knew something was wrong. Her body, brown hair colour, even her pretty face that I've mastered in my head was the same as Letana's own. But not her sweet lavender scent that intoxicates me every time I smelled it. She smells different, like Jasmine and honey scent, though faint, I could still feel it. So I stayed beside her, convincing myself, clinging to the hope that she's the one, that the poison had only masked her scent, that I would feel her sweet lavender scent when she woke up, that I won't feel distant to her again, but no.

Azalea heard a giggle and she felt bile hit the back of her throat. She of course doesn't know that Megan was the one doing all the action and she didn't see Jackson push her away. And because of that, she felt absolutely stupid. She knew it was a bad idea but she did so anyways. The kiss, then kissing him again as well as having him give her head. He's Jackson Thompson, the school's prodigy manwhore. And it made her think, Is he just using her? Azalea choked back a sob and left the dorms the way they left. She skipped down the steps, wiping her eyes shakily. Azalea went wherever her legs took her. And after five minutes of a blindness run, she finally reached her safe haven.