Jasper Potter Novels & Stories

The one who'd ruined madam's hard work was none other than…" Xavier paused. It was such a joyous day. He didn't want to mention that revolting person's name, which would ruin the mood. Jasper reached into his chest pocket and retrieved an exquisite-looking box. He opened it. In it was a ten-carat, teardrop-shaped pink diamond. Its base was decorated with tiny white diamonds. The gems twinkled as brightly as the stars and moon in the sky. A size and top-grade cut like this were unrivaled. Not only that, Jasper had poured all of his heart into this piece of jewelry. He was involved in everything from seeking out and selecting the unpolished gemstones to designing and crafting them.

Madam Haydey asked. "Oh... I'm her colleague," Jasper explained. "Oh. This is Stella's pot. Her cooking is very delicious. If anyone marries her, he will definitely be happy. Please give this to her and thank her for me," Haydey said. Jasper took the pot that Haydey handed over to him. He then turned around and went to the kitchen. Stella was still busy cooking, taking care of the dishes in an orderly manner. It was exactly the same as what he remembered.

Spencer said, pointing to a silver-haired dwarf who looked about our age talking to someone on his phone, “—his name is Bord Masona. He lives two estates over. I am not cheating on Diane.” I narrowed my eyes at him. “You’re stoned. And drunk.” “It was a party. And I’ve sobered up, mostly.” He shrugged, held up a little bottle of something I recognized as a restorative potion. Based on the label, it was one of Martina’s creations. “I admit, I may have had a bit too much fun. Fell asleep in one of those cute little alcove mattresses, at least until I nearly drowned.” “Miss Vega,” Jester called out as he approached. “Is everything alright?”

“Unless you are, or you become, a celestial being, it’s not that great. Trust me, we’ll be better off here on earth.” “I guess we have to take your word for it,” Piper says with a shrug. They don’t know my whole story, about being trapped in the celestial realm under the Moon Rabbit’s control for hundreds of years, and then captured again alongside Sterling. But they do seem to trust me, so they drop the issue. However, their trust for me clearly doesn’t extend to Jasper. When he arrives on the beach, his sandy brown hair combed back, wearing a plain pair of jeans and a thermal workout shirt, their voices go quiet and their eyes narrow.

He casually asked, "Are you feeling better?" Jasper gave a slight smile, his gaze soft. "Mm, thanks to you, I’m much better." Leon didn't respond too much to this. After all, with someone like Jasper, it was hard to tell where truth ended and half-truths began—just take it for what it was. "I heard you've been spending time with Iris recently. Are you two working on potions?" This took Leon by surprise. Jasper seemed well-informed. "Yeah, I'm trained in medicine," he replied flatly. “In my world.”

Laughter danced through his blue eyes as he gave her cheek a light squeeze, "have the under butlers make my bath." "I will do it myself," Ophelia interjected. "The washbasin is huge, you cannot carry it in here." "Jasper will do that," "Who is Jasper?" Finlay squinted at his wife upon hearing a masculine name. "Seven feet tall, beefy with a perpetual scowl on his face? He has huge red ears the size of a pink pancake." Ophelia provided and then it dawned on him who she meant. "Hightower?" Finlay narrowed his.

Madam Kayla wouldn't be pleased when she found both the cakes and the napkin were gone or maybe she'd never notice, neither bothered her so much at that moment. She set the napkin filled with cakes on her lap and gently unwrapped it, revealing what would be their meal. Jasper didn't take long and walked back into the clearing, bottle in hand. She had a moment, where she was stunned by how handsome he truly was, all ruddy and radiant, with fiery gray eyes, and shoulder length raven hair. He wore a white tunic with breeches and on his back he carried a sword that was in its scabbard.

She gritted her teeth, and dashed into the available couch to sit. Jasper sipped on his glass, and poured a drink to another glass. But then when he saw her pregnant tummy, his lips formed a thin line. “Alright, no drinks for you.” “Let’s not go around beating bushes, can we?” The man smirked, shaking his head afterwards. Michelle observed Jasper’s expression. He totally looked like an angel who could not do bad things, like a typical nerd you would see in the university wearing thick eyeglasses and with his sleek back jet black hair. There was no hint of danger on his face, too. No one could really tell that he was a bad person from the first glance.

Jasper “Wow,” the Knave commented from behind him. “Look at this place.” The folly had been built as a conservatory in the shape of an octagon, the roof domed dramatically high overhead, and the floor an elaborate mosaic of brightly colored tiles forming flowers, leaves, and curling vines. Roses grew up the supporting pillars to the roof as a testimony to its origins, although they were the only things still growing there other than the marijuana plant in the bathroom that Jasper had brought home with him from college.

Sera took a deep breath, preparing to reveal a crucial detail. "Jasper isn't born an ordinary lynx," she disclosed. "He's a hybrid—a mix of Warlock and lynx. Fearing he might be discovered and kidnapped, Blaine cast a spell on his own son, concealing Jasper's true nature and giving him the appearance of an ordinary human. The spell is designed to automatically lift during the Black Moon coinciding with his 18th birthday. By then, he should have been found by his mate, even if Jasper doesn't recognize them yet."