Jasper Jones Novels & Stories

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.

The rest of the group follows as we make our way closer to the fire. She reaches for an a piece of ember bark that sits in a bowl near the fire. Lyra takes a deep breath, and throws the ember bark into the fire. "I'm afraid I will never be enough." she says so softly I almost don't hear her. The ember bark burns so brightly I have to look away. My gaze collides with Callan who has a blonde sitting comfortably on his lap. Something ugly burns in my stomach. I force myself to look away, and direct my attention back to the fire. My thoughts begin to spin as I try to settle on what fear I'm going to give up.

"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."

“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

As they sat on the living room couch talking Elleanna asked about Jasmine’s job. “Oh, I work for a bakery. I sell all the goodies. Jasper he decorates….Actually we are looking for a new baker if you are interested?” Elleanna nodded and smiled. “I would, like that very much.” She said with a smile. The door opened then and Jasper walked in. Jasper was 6 Ft 9 in height, had soft creamy skin, green eyes, dark brown hair, and glasses. He was wearing a simple black button down shirt and black jeans, with black non-slip tennis shoes. He smiled as he saw the girls then gasped at how Elleanna looked. She gulped and introduced herself.

It was like a tap had been opened and events just rushed into his mind. Detective Jones was undeterred by Jasper's silence. “I understand what trauma can do to the mind. I did three tours in Afghanistan before I blew out my knees. Running around with heavy backpacks can strain your knees. That aside, I was exposed to a lot of horrors that would originally break the human mind. So, I know how you feel right now.” Jones continued. Jasper pinched the bridge of his nose. He was quiet. Jones decided to give Jasper space.

Cassandra's POV: Upon awakening, I immediately sensed an absence in the bed beside me. Jasper was nowhere to be found, prompting an involuntary pout. As I lay there, my mind drifted to the events of the previous night, during which Jasper had been incredibly supportive of my choices and even sought my assistance with his work, as his mother had done for his father. This memory brought a smile to my face, but it was short-lived as I remembered that Jasper and Julie had spent the weekend in the same bed where I now lay. My mood soured, and I recalled the words of Kenny, which reminded me that I had no right to feel upset about the situation. Had I spoken up or been in a relationship with Jaspe

Thank the goddess Matteo is here to handle Felix and Jasper. I worry for Jasper and Davina. They will have a lot to overcome. Davina will be traumatized for a while. Jasper has waited so long for his mate and now he might have to wait for her to be ready to be his mate. Please help them moon goddess I think as the storm of Matteo, Jasper, Felix, and Gene come barreling full speed down the hallway.

She might never be able to repay him in this lifetime. Jasper exhaled slowly, a wisp of smoke drifting across his chiseled face, momentarily veiling his stunning features. A gust of wind scattered the smoke, revealing his defined profile. Those eyes were as bright as they were cold. He was both mesmerizing and intimidating. "Your idea of gratitude is tailing me all the way here?" he asked. Jasper was sharp as a blade. Renee's little tricks were nothing but child's play in his eyes. Seeing no point in pretending anymore, Renee came clean. After all, she had come here for a chance to talk to him alone, hadn't she?

She wasn’t buying it. “This is ridiculous, can we just get on with the debrief?” I wanted to ask if they could all leave so I could talk with Alex alone, but I knew I’d catch even more shit if that happened. “Tell us about the culprit.” “ Jasmine,” I said. Liz’s eyes widened in surprise as if she could figure it all out just in the way I said her name. It was unsettling but I ignored her and kept talking. “ Jasmine of Womack, Idaho. She lived with her mother Layla Dubois and two sisters, Sapphire and Sage. By day she worked at their family restaurant Layla Vous and by night she was our firewall breeching vigilante.”