Jasper Jones Novels & Stories

Jasper growled. He had wanted to kill so many people when we were there. Everyone who even looked at Kyra funny was on his kill-list. It was ironic, he hated my list so much, but now he had a list of his own. Harper, Tristan and Madison were the top three. Like they were FBI’s most-wanted. “But I don’t take prisoners, they’re all dead, next time I see them.” “Don’t worry, Jasper.” I said, reassuring him. “Kyra can take care of herself and besides, who will hurt her here?”

"Yeah, sure you. Call Melissa and tell her you quit. I'm hiring you to be my assistant from now on, Ben." "So this is how rich people apologize. Flying private planes and bringing a witness." Jade said, rolling her eyes. While everyone was talking gaily about our trip to Hawaii, Jasper pulled me to a corner and apologized again. I told him it was okay and that I believed him. What I didn't admit was that I was dead jealous. I freaking hate models.

Jasper announced, looking down at the collection that he had amassed. Emmet reached out over the pile and grabbed his wrist,” Don’t. Do it in the morning. You’re still tired and healing. I know that your eyes have to be tired, and besides, I’m the only one here who’s had any experience spying on people with cameras. I can help you as well.” Jasper shook his head,” I’m the one here whose been spied on my whole life. I know the best ways to make someone feel like they’re free and safe, when they aren’t.”

"I admit that I made a mistake. I wasn't thinking straight. I'm no better than a beast. But I've learned my lesson. We can have more children in the future. In fact, I can give you one right now if that's what you want. "However, the most pressing matter at hand is that you need to clarify the situation. Tell the viewers that we're just acting out a script to gain more views. If you don't, you'll really—" Jasper's phone started ringing before he could finish his sentence. A feminine voice that was thick with tears echoed from the receiver when he answered the call. "Where are you, Jasper? A crowd of people suddenly barged into my house. They're accusing me of being a mistress and calling for

Both are at the age of eighteen and studying Pharmacy and business but have no idea what is going on in their father's company and the same is their mother. Harper Jones! She has an appointment at a spa today with her daughter Julie. They don't care what is going on. But Jack does care but he can't do anything... so he did the only thing that came to his mind... he called his elder sister... Electra Jones! Electra is twenty-five years old. She is the eldest daughter. Five years ago, She left the country and moved to Switzerland. She is the illegitimate daughter of Henry about which not many people knew. She doesn't know who her mother is. But she loves her father more than anything. Harper a

Joe looked up sharply. “What are you talking about?” I asked slowly. Jasper exhaled heavily through the line. “My car was run off the road.” Coldness spread through my chest. “...at the intersection,” he continued, “I saw him.” I swallowed. “Morrison?” Joe steadied his gaze at me now. “Yes.” “How are you sure he is behind it?” “The bastard called me and told me himself, Quinn,” Jasper said, breathing heavily. “He said he wants me to suffer.”

A badge glinted on his chest. “You came,” he said, relief flickering across his face. “Good. This way.” She followed him under the tape. “What’s going on?” “You’re going to think I’m crazy,” he muttered. “But you profiled killers in grad school, right?” “I interned with the state bureau, yes. Why?” He led her into the clearing. The smell hit her first: copper and wet soil. Then she saw the body. A man lay sprawled against a tree, shirt shredded, chest and throat slashed open. His skin was grey with blood loss, eyes staring sightlessly at the canopy. Around him, the snow-melt mud bore huge prints: elongated, clawed.

“Enjoy your day, little star.” Aries lifts his head and gives me a soft hiss. “You too, Aries.” And together, the two of them disappear down the path. Leaving me alone with my thoughts. Which, unfortunately, is never a good thing. So I run. Not because I’m trying to escape. Not because I’m trying to outrun memories. Because after five years trapped inside stone walls, I still haven’t grown tired of freedom. By the time I finally return to the dorms, sweat drips down my neck and my lungs burn pleasantly.

"You’re insane. The fire—DNA—" "Ashes," he said, gentle but unyielding. "Charred remains. No real ID. And Sophia was… slippery. Always planning her exits." Eve’s fingers dug into her keys. "So what do you want from me?" KJ really looked at her then, sizing her up. "You look just like her. More than photos show. Same eyes. Same mouth. Practically twins." She felt what he was suggesting, right in her gut. "No," she snapped. "No way."

Someone to crush their oppressors and bring them back into the light. "Jessa," Nik said. I looked at the screen. Nodded. "I'm listening." Nik nodded. "Good. It seems as if someone in the Croatia organization is a meticulous records keeper. Honestly, if they weren't involved with human trafficking, I'd suggest Ryker hire them." She waved that away. "That's beside the point. Can you give me a basic rundown on Jasmine's disappearance?" I licked my lips, brushed my hair back. "Jaz is two years younger than me, although people thought we were twins. We were playing at the local park when I was ten, she was eight." The familiar story wound through my mind as if it were yesterday.