Jasper Hale X Reader Novels & Stories

Jasmine’s POV~ I was seated hunched over the shattered Silver Veil tablet, tracing my fingers along the rough runes. Most of it could not even be read due to age or heat, but one line caught my attention. “Crownless Protocol— Contingency Bloodline: J. H.” My breath clouded the air in front of me. J.H. Jasmine Hale. I didn’t blink. Didn’t breathe. Didn’t need to. Well, as soon as I saw it, I knew.

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."

Stella pulled a sad smile. "I still remember that day. I was the one who brought them to the assignment and I watched them die in front of me, one by one. If Hale was not the spy, I would be watching my only living comrade die in front of me. I will not be able to sleep and eat well for the rest of my life. Even if I had reported it, I will still save her," Jasper said.

“One breathes fire, the other howls, and both pee on Jax at the same time.” Everyone winced. Cheyenne grinned. “Now that’s the kind of energy we reward around here. Chelsea, add a column for bodily fluid casualties.” Chelsea blinked. “Why am I always the note taker?” “Because you’re organized and slightly terrifying,” Cheyenne replied. “Next up: will Jax pass out?” “No,” Gunner said. “Yes,” said Nalia and Tegan in unison. “Only if Tora crushes his hand hard enough,” Isolde added.

Anger traded off with desperation as my head swam so fast I had to clutch the tree trunk to keep from falling. Sydlynn Thaddea Hayle. Sassafras's cold mental voice jabbed me as my silver Persian added his two cents. I looked up at the poke, caught sight of him curled up in Tara's lap, accepting her petting even as his amber eyes flared at me. Clearly, the discussions we had when you were a girl went right over your head. Or through the empty space between your ears. But you're a coven leader now and you have to belly up.

"I hate that Eren guy! He thinks he's so cool when he's just annoying! He acts more of Kenji's freaking wife!" "I was wondering..." He looks at her, curiosity was written all over his face. Now that she gazes clearly at him, she just realized that he has a scary but handsome face. He is like that cool-handsome villain. "What is your relationship with those dudes? Especially Kenji." Hayley's heart skipped a freaking beat. Why does Jasper look so serious, like he is going to freaking cut her head off if she lies to him? But they are friends so she should not worry about anything and she looks down.

“That’s the problem. That’s why they kept me in the room instead of sending me out with Sienna. They want Lily to feel the old pull while the new claim is down the hall.” Lily-Rose hated how exact that was. She could feel all of it at once: Jimmy naming her. Sienna claiming her. Jax remembering her. Cole guarding her like the door itself might grow a mouth. She pressed her palms to her thighs. “Is she safe?” Jax looked at the door. “Safe is the wrong word on Hale ground. She knows this house. That helps. It also means they know her.” Cole asked, “Who is the woman?” “Mara Hale,” Jax said. “She doesn’t raise her voice. She doesn’t need to. If she split you, she already decided the first test.”

What if the shuck attacks really are getting worse? I try not to let the panic settle in my chest, but it creeps in anyway. I haven’t seen Zev in days—not that I’m looking. And when I do see him, he avoids my gaze like a coward. Kira, on the other hand, never misses a chance to remind me of what I am. Alyssa the Omega. The servant. The entitled traitor. I’m crouched behind the smithy, catching a breath, the scent of iron and smoke still thick in my nose. My fingers rub absently at the small scar along my wrist. A reminder that I am a survivor.