Novel & Cerita Jasper Laine

He tilted his head and spoke. "You're going to get a hole in your chest if you keep staring at me." His warm voice made the warning feel more like an advice from a close acquaintance. His attire was a familiar but she couldn't make out where she saw it. It was when she noticed a part of the blue dragon tattoo on the side of his neck that she realized. "Are you an assasin from the Hian Ji clan?" She asked without hesitation and continued. "Yes, you are one. A lone wolf at that if I'm not wrong. What is your purpose here?"

You couldn't even identify me properly, like, you were confused, emotional and unreliable. Layla's jaw tightened. "You sick bastard! You think I can't do it?" "Go ahead then," Jasper continued. Tell people I escaped from a psychiatric hospital and I'm dangerous. Tell them whatever you want but it won't matter because by the time anyone listens to you, I'll already have what I want. "And what is that?" Layla asked, getting more agitated. Jasper's eyes gleamed. "You, your baby and everything you have." He said it so casually like he was ordering breakfast.

I lifted my eyes, meeting his. "I am a lot of bad things," Jade said, staring straight into my soul, leaving no room for doubt, no room for lies, and no room for fear. "I'm reckless, I have a temper, and I've spent my whole life messing up. But I am not a liar, and I do not play games with you." My breath hitched.

The smell of her homemade lasagna hits my nose, making my mouth water. “Oh, hello!” Mom greets, sliding her oven mitts off and taking in the sight of Quinn and I standing side by side. “This is Quinn,” I supply, tossing a thumb in her direction. “Not his girlfriend,” my sister Jade adds. She’s the youngest of the three- fifteen years old and as sassy as they come.

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

With all this happening, she was determined to make the company rise again so she could rub her success in the face of her enemies who said she would fail. Rosy was working on some project files she believed would help make some difference in the company's performing metrics when her phone buzzed with a message. She shifted her gaze to her phone and saw Lyla's name in the bubble notification. She picked up her phone, unlocked the screen and tapped on the image which she had downloaded into her gallery. Her eyes widened at what she saw. The original documents of Mingle International. The document she was tasked to look for. From the content Lyla sent to her, she realized Mingle International

“No. We did.” He laughed under his breath, that low sound that always made my chest tighten. “Yeah. We did.” Before I could answer Ryder, a slow, mocking clap broke the silence. “Well, don’t they make the cutest couple?” The voice made my stomach twist. Jasper. He pushed himself off the wall, blood still on his lip but that same smug grin plastered across his face. His eyes swept over the pack, then back to me, full of venom. “Sorry to ruin your fairytale moment, everyone,” he said, voice dripping sarcasm, “but whether she’s wolfless or glowing like some Moon Goddess miracle, little Cinderella here is still not fit to be the Luna of your precious pack.”

I like how he makes me feel protected and safe and most especially, I like how he makes my wolf come alive. Hours later, Angel had slept off on the couch and I had been busy looking though the picture frames and portraits on the walls of the living room. From the photos, I discovered Jasper had an active life. One picture told me he skis, and another revealed he was a mountain climber and scuba diver. Another set of picture revealed him speaking at events and taking pictures with influential people. It really dawned on me how very important and respected Jasper was in the society. I began to feel the weight of doubt creep in. How can someone like me stand beside him and call myself his Luna?

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

The silence stretched between us until he finally spoke again, changing the subject. “I promised myself I had to strike first. So I started looking into things, trying to expose him for the liar he is. And you know what? He’s a damn Lycan. He’s the oldest, so we never knew any better. Turns out, his mother isn’t our father’s Luna. I don’t know any more details, but he’s legit. The only thing left for me to do is kill him. But then… I don’t know if it’s guilt or what, but I just can’t seem to do it. Naomi’s father keeps urging me to make a move, any move, but I can’t seem to listen to him anymore…” His words tumbled out in a rush, a mixture of frustration and confusion. I watched him, feeling