Jasper Hale X Reader Novels & Stories

Nick rushed out, but I knew he only offered that response because he didn’t want to tell her the actual reason… April. “Oh, I gathered that bit from watching you converse after I was done with cursing your foes. So, no, that’s not it,” Xenia easily dismissed him, and then she turned to Xander, easily discerning that he was curious enough to spill the truth. “Care to tell me?” she asked him. And boy, did he not hesitate to spill. His curiosity would be the death of us someday, I could tell. “We’re mated to the same girl,” he confessed.

He came back from another one of his around the world business meetings to come and talk to me, /// "I know we don't always talk much, the first time we met, I knew exactly why you were in danger, because you are beautiful, and many people want you as theirs, when you and Alec went out and came back and were hurt, I hate seeing you get hurt, please don't leave, I bonded with you tending to your injuries, if you die, I will never be able to help you with your injuries, and we will never joke about again. Come back to us Dahlia, come back to us please" // "I want you to hear this, but the nurse said you probably wouldn't, unless you've been hearing us the whole time, which is crazy because tha

Pain exploded through my chest radiating outward in waves that made my knees buckle. "I, Royce Thorne, reject you, Hailey Marcus, as my mate." "I reject you well." Killian's voice held no emotion, efficient as a blade between the ribs. “I, Killian Thorne, reject you, Hailey Marcus.” My legs gave out. I hit the floor hard, a scream tearing from my throat as the bond splintered further. It felt like my chest was being ripped open from the inside, my heart shredding itself with each severed connection.

Since the window is locked, the little bat just pulls back its wings and holds up the piece of old paper, pressing it flat against the glass so the Angel can read it. The handwriting is very fancy: [Raphael. The runaway werewolf has been caught. She demands school credits before she will give him back. Sorry to wake you, but please send her the money. — Ilius.] The Angel reads the note. A moment later, back in my dorm room, my phone suddenly buzzes. [System: You have a new friend request from Level 6 Student — Raphael.] Two seconds later...Ding! I laugh out loud, totally thrilled. "Money received! Come here, boy. Put this on."

He doesn’t like this either. “We need to fix this.” All heads turn to Jax, who is sitting at the far end of the room like none of this has anything to do with him. He raises his head when he sees Mr. Hale watching him too, and then a smirk stretches on his face. “Good morning to you, too, Uncle Elliot,” he drawls. “Sleep well?” So Jax is Mr. Hale’s nephew. Interesting. That makes Celeste his cousin. Is this a family-owned business?

I checked. And then I saw him. Jace Steadman. Sitting on the large sofa with a book in hand. Glasses on. Sweater sleeves pushed up. Looking like a Christmas-themed sin. He wasn’t even pretending not to look at me this time. His eyes lifted the second I stepped inside, lingering for a beat too long, too focused — then he lowered them back to his page as if the damage wasn’t already done. My pulse tripped over itself. Lena nudged me. “Girl, relax. He’s just reading.”

JERRY'S POV __________________________________ My heart is pounding as if it were trying to escape as I stand in the mansion's hallway with my back to the chilly stone wall. My eyes are burning red, the air is heavy, and it smells of tension and old wood. This alpha curse is itching beneath my skin. Clutching the bloodstone shard in my pocket, I'm sixteen-year-old Jerry, lost in the chaos of Crescent City. The voices in my head—fight, protect, kill—are louder than ever, and it's hot and pulsing like a heartbeat. Sasha is beside me, her blond hair disheveled and her arm covered in blood from our escape from the cartel den. I'm trying to decide whether or not I can trust her after everything a

“But mostly, I’m wondering what a marked rogue is doing back in my city.” Her blood ran cold. He knew. Or at least suspected. Riley’s fingers curled into fists. “Stay away from me.” Jaxon’s smirk faded, just slightly. “Too late for that.” He pulled a silver emblem from his jacket — the official seal of the Crescent City Alpha. “You’re coming with me, Hart. Whether you like it or not.” She stared at the symbol, then at the man holding it. Jaxon Vale. Her worst nightmare wrapped in a tailored jacket and Alpha swagger.

Jax Drayke grew up confused as to why he never finds pleasure no matter how many times he has had sex and how long. Then he decided to try something new that might destroy the chances of him becoming a complete Alpha. He strips at a hidden underground club; masked, oiled and worshipped by everyone. No one knows Sin-blade is JAX DRAYKE. Arianna Hale, his forever enemy and the stubborn bartender with a weak wolf blood was the one to uncover that secret because she was his mate. She is the one girl who never bowed to him. Then she sensed him in the crowd and felt the mating bond pulsing…

I whispered, almost to myself. Lila nodded, her smile fading into a knowing look. "It's designed to feel that way. It's a taste of the werewolf world." She stepped closer, her hand brushing against my cheek. "But don't worry, you'll be alright in a few hours." Then, with a wink, she turned and headed back downstairs to the bookstore, leaving me alone with my swirling thoughts. I stared at the closed door for a long moment. I had to know the truth. I had to talk to Alex, to find out if any of it was real.