Jasper Jones Novels & Stories

Jenna said with a full mouth. "But we can blame Cameron," I told her. She laughed. "So what more about this, Jasper? Why is he so bad?" "His family has a history. Kill who you want to get what you want. Jasper went to juvie because in college while studying. He and a couple of friends 'accidentally' killed someone. Of course, Jasper got released after a day thanks to daddy's money."

she said, trying to change the subject. "We could go on Sunday," he said as the lift doors opened. Ellie leaned against the wall of the lift. She liked Rosslyn Nyeve, straight forward, competent, she was a call a 'spade a shovel' type of person. Nothing like her mother, God, how was she going to face that on Saturday? She looked across at Jasper; he was trying to scratch red paint off his thumb. Ellie began to melt again as she watched him. His long jeaned legs stretched out in front of him, his bulging muscles in his suntanned arms. She loved him like this when he was in his thoughts, and she could watch him. He looked up at her, and Jasper's face suddenly lit up in a smile. His stunning sa

Jasper asked "You remember how you ,dad and mom always pester me to have someone in my life and to love someone" Jessica asked Jasper nodded "I'm finally in love with someone " she said "Wow that's amazing, who's the lucky man" Jasper asked with smiles "He's name is Jack Brunzell and I met him in college" she said "That's nice so are you guys dating, does he also love you" Jasper asked "That's the problem a bitch from nowhere stole my man, she made him fall in love with her and now he's engaged her" Jessica said and began sobbed

After changing, I went to my mirror and baked my face. ### Inhale... Exhale... here we go. Jasper's POV I have been trying to contact Cassandra but she's cannot be reach. Her phone doesn't ring. I was just worried. Could it be she's already in her dorm now? But who would help her? Knowing her bratty attitude, no one ever dared to help or touch her. Why am I worried about her? She's strong, right? She doesn't need me in times like this. I stood up and worked my feet to find my slippers and slammed the door after getting out. I dodge into bushes when I saw two guard guarding the girl's dorm. I sneak and climb up to her wall.

“Because Antonio is riddled with anxiety. Last night, the reputation of his company was dragged into the mud. He wants nothing more than for that to be corrected.” “So will you do it? Apologize and say you are at fault?” Jasper asked. Jasmine shook her head. If she simply wanted to be a sacrificial lamb, admitting to things she did not do, then she would not have gone through all of the troubles that she had. “I want Antonio to pay for everything that he’s done. I also want to take back everything that belongs to me. I’m leaving nothing.” Jasper looked at the stubborn woman with the set chin. Love had made her willing to give up everything. But betrayal had made her wiser. Now she would stop

I’m still wheezing, trying to catch my breath, and internally panicking in response to Theo bringing up my mystery girl in front of… well, the mystery girl herself. “Yeah,” I sputter hoarsely, blinking the tears from my eyes and drawing a deep breath. “Wrong pipe.” I’m not fooling Quinn, though. She’s sitting across from me at the table, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips. “Mystery girl?” she asks, arching a brow. “Yeah,” Theo laughs, clapping me on the shoulder and giving it a rough squeeze. “Jax has been on the hunt for weeks trying to find some girl he met in Stillwater, isn’t that right, Romeo?”

Jasper rounded him and stalked toward Catherine who stifled a whimper. Jasper crouched down in front of her and grabbed her jaw in a rough grip. "You better start talking or else I won't care about the thing in your stomach. My victims always beg for death, if you don't want to be like them then you should tell me what that f*cker Hunter and Rasmus are planning against us," He snickered at her face and jerked her face away.

On the third Lars’s corpse stood, it’s spine ramrod straight despite the bulge of crushed bone and tendons in his neck. His eyes never once left my face. Each step we took led us closer to the front door, but quickly Lars began matching our steps, taking one each time we did until Tristan, and I stood on solid ground, and Lars within the doorway of his camper. A split second with our feet on fresh soil and I heard a scrambling sound from beneath the camper, followed by a flash of knotted golden hair when Cassidy rolled from beneath the thing and army crawled to our sides. She was shaking like a leaf and coated in that dark, foul-smelling blood, but still managed to look murderous in her form

"I'd never hit on a girl you had feelings for. Give me some credit. I'm a whore, but I'm not that bad." "Well hasn't run dry yet." Clint chuckled and snagged a piece of bacon off Jake's plate. Their mother reached over and grabbed Clint's ear. "Put that back right now, mister." "Ouch. Okay, Mom. Let go. Jeez." Clint dropped the bacon back on Jake's plate. Jake sat down at the breakfast nook and cut into his pancakes before looking up at Landon. "Where's Jessica?" "She's with her family." He shrugged. "What do I care?"

He will recover eventually, living with pain from the accident probably the rest of his life. “What is this?” Jynx asks, breaking me out of my thoughts. We left the hospital a few minutes ago and are now headed home. I’m driving my car while Jynx is playing with the two knives she so sneakily put in her combat boots before we left the house. “The music?” I ask in confusion. “Yeah.” “That’s Michael Jackson’s, Smooth Criminal.” I give her a sideways glance. “Do you like it?” Jynx nods. “It doesn’t make me want to stab anyone.”