Jasper Hale Movies Novels & Stories

Jace sat in a leather chair like it was a couch in a gossip lounge, sipping a canned iced tea he absolutely stole from Hale’s mini fridge. “Hale,” Jace said, swinging a leg, “you look like you saw God.” “I saw something WORSE,” Hale whispered. Jace nearly spit out his drink. “Worse than God?” “Yes,” Hale nodded urgently. “Elena in full assassin mode.” Jace brightened. “Oh yeah, she’s fun.” “FUN?!” Hale hissed. “Jace, I once watched her throw at Dante Vargo. Like she was tossing laundry.” Jace laughed. “She was being gentle. Normally she uses knives.”

*** After watching the movie, Hazel planned to take Joshua to City S, but just as they were walking out of the cinema, a group of hooligans approached them. "Brother Lee, that's them!" Hank spit in hatred.

I see Arnold crouched beside my rust bucket of a car with a guy who looks familiar. Karli waves out the driver’s side window. “Hey Jasper!” I blink.Jasper? Jasper Westbrook?What the hell is going on? I hop out of the car and hustle to where the two men are now rising to their feet. “Hey,” I say, my attention bouncing between them. Arnold yanks the work gloves off his hands. “Layla, you remember Nicky’s brother, Jasper?” I bob my head. “Jasper, the mechanic. The mechanic who lives in Honey Hill.Forty-five minutes away,” I say in disbelief.

She cleared her throat and said, “It’s not that no one cares about you. It’s just that there’s nothing left to say between us. I want to find out how Lucas really died, not because of you, but because I want to. So, Mr. Hale, don’t feel grateful.” Jasper was silent for a long while, then muttered, “…Oh…” If this had been before, if someone talked to him like that, he would have thrown a fit. But now, he didn’t feel any anger—only a strange, subtle sense that “she’s really impressive.” ***

With his hands on both cheeks, he looked so masculine, even though at that moment Hayle was still upset so he didn't care too much. Hayle immediately put her tray back and sat there with a frowning face, even without being noticed at all by Jaxter who only stared at the white screen in front of him flatly. He then immediately tried to explore what was there, it turned out that this place was connected to many streaming services that made the films varied and also the latest. Of course, that was fun for Hayle who had been overwhelmed by boredom all day. But because there were so many films there, she was confused looking for them. Several times she tried to watch only a few seconds of a new m

Thirty-five. At forty-three minutes the private elevator chimed. I had a heavy crystal paperweight in my hand when the doors opened. Jax stepped out alone, a black external hard drive and a disassembled exterior camera housing in his hands. A thin cut marked his left cheekbone. His shirt was torn at the shoulder. “It wasn’t Richard in the unit,” he said. “It was Hale. Private investigator on retainer. He had a laptop, two external drives, and a live feed to a cloud account. I took everything that mattered. The rest of the setup is permanently offline.”