Jasper Hale Gif Novels & Stories

She wasn’t much of a tea drinker, but after tasting it, she kind of understood why her mom used to like it so much. Setting the cup down, Raina leaned back lazily in her chair and looked at the old man. “Mr. Hale, you didn’t call me over just to share some tea, right?” The old man was none other than Lucas Hale, the head of the Hale family—and grandpa to Jasper.

Hal replied, stroking his chin as his eyes narrowed with a sinister smile. His assistant felt a chill down his spine just then. Like father, like son—even their sick fantasies were identical. - Meanwhile, Renee waited until Hal left before calling Jasper on video. He answered in seconds, and the video showed his handsome face while he lay on his stomach in bed. Whether it was just the flush in his cheek or he was just that good looking, his complexion appeared plenty fine. "Are you upset?" Jasper asked mildly. Renee frowned as she studied him and attempted to catch any lies but couldn't.

"I only need one hand to pull him. I can still carry you." Jasper turned into a tomato man, and he shook his head. "You don't have to," Jasper said. He turned left and right as he pressed his body against Hayden's chest; it was his turn to become a tomato man. "The others will find out about us." "Seeing how adorable you two are making me want to stab my head, die, and then haunt you." Homer can't even hold back his laughter. Even though his body hurts when he laughs, he just can't help himself. Jefferson's comments were hilarious.

Cars passed, puddles splashed, neon signs flickered. She started walking toward the bus stop. Then she saw it. A figure — half-hidden under a streetlight. Standing still. Watching her. Same black suit. Same silence. Her wolf rose instantly, warning loud in her chest. She took a step back, ready to run — but a voice behind her made her freeze. “Going somewhere, Miss Hale?” She turned. Jasper was there — umbrella in hand, raincoat buttoned. Her heart jumped. “What are you doing here?”

Jasper smirked, leaning back on the couch and cracking open his beer. "My father got me out," he said casually. "He had this drug that stops your heart temporarily. They thought I was really dead," he added. Reagan's brows shot up in surprise. "No sh*t? Your old man’s full of tricks, huh?" Reagan said, but he had never met Derrick. "Yeah," Jasper said. "Anyway, I'm not here for that. I want you to find this woman," he said and handed him the picture of Brienne he had. Reagan took it and looked at the photo.

I had just ended my phone call with my dad when a text message from my husband, Felix Cole, popped up. Felix: [Jasper won the gold prize in the art competition. I'm holding a celebration party for him tonight. Get everything ready.] Felix was the leader of the Reapers, a powerful local mafia. Every time he held a party, I would be so exhausted that I would feel like a zombie by the end of it.

Lilly: Jade, get over here now, baby, come meet your Uncle's friends. Jade : okay mom just let me do this next round Miles: okay Jade just one okay. Jade: got it , Jake wanna sparr Jake: with you beautiful any time. Jade's pov.hearing a growl again o shake my head seeing three guys with mom and Uncle Miles,they have black hair tan skin and green eyes and fuck why are all the guys freaking smoking hot damnit I'm gonna need new panties today , so getting ready for Jake I took off my crop top to reveal my dark purple sports bra hearing another growl I ask Jake.

by the now dead ,Ja xon. But that's in the past now, And I'm gonna get better, I have to get better, I have some what of a 'family' now, and I want to stay with them. The jet journey is boring. I have nothing to do except from sleep, and I think I've done enough of that for a while. Jasper pov I don't see why the hounds and the Scorpos are here, yes I know that Dahlia said she wanted them to join our gang.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

He had messed with the wrong person. Jade huffed victoriously and reached into her bag. She pulled out a sticker which she stuck to his head and then her phone. She removed the tracker on his sleeve and took a picture of his ID card and then of him. Sending the first picture to a contact saved as Lewis on her phone, she instructed that he dug up every dirt on him and sent it to her in less than thirty minutes.