Jasper Hale Gif Novels & Stories

"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.

"I’m done waiting." A heavy silence. Then, reluctantly, he said, "Alright. I’ll send you the coordinates. Meet me in an hour." I hung up and exhaled shakily. Eugene. Maybe I could use this to my advantage. If she confessed, maybe, I could use that as leverage. But before I could even begin to act, my phone buzzed again. Another message. This time, it wasn’t just text. It was a video. My hands trembled as I clicked on it, my breath catching in my throat. The screen lit up with Jasper’s face—pale, weak, his little body shaking. His chest rose and fell in shallow, labored breaths, each one a struggle.

“Seraphina! Hey, hey, look at me!” Joshua followed, crouching down as his own legs trembled dangerously. “Get water!” someone shouted. Grandma Hale swayed where she stood. For one terrifying second, it looked as though she too would collapse. Instead, she lowered herself heavily onto the edge of the bed, gripping the mattress with trembling fingers to steady her violently shaking legs. Her eyes never left the screen as the footage replayed. The explosion... The fireball bloomed against the sky... The twisted metal.

I see out of my peripheral Haylee walking back to the stove. “I am so sorry, you two, but no daddy did not come back with me.” I grab Jasper’s chin to make him look at me. “You can cry and be sad or mad. It’s okay to feel big emotions right now. I am here for you, so I will hold you while you cry and answer any questions you may have.” I meet Jade’s eyes as she gives me a watery smile.

We may be on good terms now, but I would rather not have him hanging around Lexia. "Alpha of Vengeance, Kaden will be our biggest hope of finding Cyprian," Jasper exclaims. I hate having to agree with him. "Fine. And what about Lexia?" I ask. Jasper seems to have forgotten the most important puzzle piece to this game. My mate. He hops up the deck steps deftly, coming to stand directly in front of me. This suggests that he is only going to propose something I'm not keen on. "I'll take her back to my Pack while you find Cyprian. She will be safe while you are out with business," Jasper says, his voice so suggestive its convincing.

Two days after the full moon Jasper’s expression was that of someone whose mind was miles away as he stared off into the horde of zombies that aimlessly meandered about in front of him. “Have you considered how you’d like our help?” Hank telepathically asked as he shuffled up next to him. Looking at Hank with his peripheral vision while keeping his eyes on the horde, Jasper nodded. “You move with less grace today,” he observed. Hank moved his head as best as he could to create a nod, “As I mentioned, I worsen with each day. If you desire our help, I suggest we act soon.”

His heart leaps in his chest when he sees the three men walking through him to circle her figure. " No... please...nooo!!" She screams and Zander's fists clench as he sees the men touching his butterfly with their disgusting hands. Their hands reach her underwear. " You fuc"ers! Stop it bastards!" Zander screams, rushing forward to help his butterfly. To only have his hand pass through them. And he stills. This...this is a hallucination...a real one. " Stop." A voice speaks from behind and that's when the man steps into light. Zander's heart stops in his chest. He..he was the same man in the picture he saw. Ryder. I loved Ryder. Sera's words echo in his mind.

You fought, you stayed—laugh now. Jasper stood by the spit, carving hare, burly frame swaying to a hummed tune, sandy hair tousled, blue eyes twinkling with mischief. His axe rested against a bench, polished to a mirror, its scars healed, a faint line on his arm a badge—he’d bled, loved, triumphed. Sam’s fire was their star, Kevin’s calm their earth, Mara his sun. Boulder, his wolf, rumbled, massive and warm. Fire needs stone, pup—she’s yours, they’re home.