Jasper Potter Novels & Stories

I’d really like to see what Life Revenge’s matching would give us for a compatibility score. When Jasper opens the door, his appearance surprises me. He’s wearing gray sweatpants that have a coffee stain on the thigh, his hair is standing on end, and his eyes are puffy behind a pair of glasses that are crooked on his nose. Now he’s hot in a sexy-nerd way, and I want to tug those spectacles off his gorgeous face and kiss him. “It’s done,” he says before I have a chance to greet him. I hold up my bakery bag. “I brought breakfast.”

The same goes to Rupert Kilmer, who has yet to utter another word. "Sorry about that. Where were we?...Ah! About your last question, madam, about my relationship with Eridessa. Actually, it's not that special..." Jasper brings his right palm to his chest before displaying a sad face to the crowd. "I'm just the ex-boyfriend of Ms. Eridessa Joseph." "...ex-boyfriend?" "Yes. To be exact, I was dumped. I guess your son was a lot manlier than I am, especially in certain aspects of a relationship, for her to leave me."

He bows his head to us, and retreat back into the shadows. “Ah! Isaiah, Ivy. This is Jasper, he is Solari’s son, the Sun Goddess, a fox shifter and here to teach Ivy everything about her powers. He knows what is at stake, and he’ll help. You can trust him. We do.” Isaiah and I look at Jasper, who gives us both a bright smile. This day keeps getting interesting.

“Now I remember. The crypto developer.” “Jasper was a bad guy, similar to Prince Valentine, after finding out Sadie wasn’t a Greer. He made amends, cut a deal with the FBI, and helped put his father in jail. Cenric gave him a chance, Linden saw potential in him and offered him a job, but when Mr. Linden, Jaymes, got into an accident, Jasper donated a piece of his liver. Then a distant cousin, the Russian pakhan, wants to recruit Jasper. To make a long story short. Linden risked everything to save him in Russia.” “You’re telling me the moral of the story is even bad guys can change, or they’re not completely evil?”

“Do you even understand what you’ve done?” Jasper’s deep, cold voice questioned as he glared at Sarah. Everyone one of the guests in the penthouse could feel the anger emanating from him just because of how he sounded. Sarah's face drained of color, her hand midair, desperately wishing she could stop time itself. The shards of the broken sculpture at her feet. She knew that Jasper cherished the crystal sculpture because it was given to him by Matilda. His best friend and her own step-sister.

Hoping to chat with you. Me (Jasper): No. I can't remember you and this will be the last time I will be chatting with you. Besides, I already have 12 beautiful children, most of them are twins, and a very hot and handsome husband. So, get lost. I shot Jasper a glare. He acted innocent, laughing along with whatever Zanyca was watching. I felt like he just ruined my image for another guy. Daeson might think I’m overly fertile—twelve kids?

“Ah, I think the teal one will suit you.” Kate’s mouth was wide-open when Rose looked in her direction. “But of course, you may choose what you prefer. It’s just a suggestion, Madam.” “D-did you buy them all?” Rose shook her head. “Sir Jan’s friend, Sir Daniel, owns a store that sells sporting goods and stuff. When I got there and learned about your husband’s order, he sent these for free.” “Oh, that’s so thoughtful of him.” She sauntered towards the clothes and checked them one by one. “I like this,” she said as she took the pink one.

Jasper felt his heart sink as he stood there, rooted to the spot, his intense gaze meeting Imogen's eyes blazing with anger. Momentarily speechless, he slipped his hands into his sweatpants pockets, lowered his head, and sighed. Imogen suppressed her frustration, studying him cautiously before calmly asking, "Are you still searching for the right words, or do you plan to continue deceiving me?" Jasper lifted his head and held her gaze firmly. "I'm Jasper Morrison."

A game where daughters were transferred, sons were buried alive, fathers were replaced, and wedding rings became weapons. I pressed my palm to my stomach as the pup shifted faintly inside me, and the soft movement almost broke me because my child was already trapped in this nightmare before even being born. “Jasper is a psychopath,” I whispered. “Power-hungry. Controlling. Cruel in a way that doesn’t always show immediately. When I first entered that house, he still pretended sometimes. He acted wounded, like he was the victim of his own life. Sometimes he spoke softly enough to make me so guilty of what happened.”

The outpost attack had ignited her anger, a simmering rage at Veyra's cult that made her fists clench involuntarily. Jasper brought up the rear, his shaggy brown hair plastered to his forehead, hazel eyes narrowed in concentration as he sniffed the air, his moon tattoo on his wrist glowing faintly. At twenty-three, his lean frame and strategic mind made him the pack's quiet observer, his wool shirt and breeches practical for the trek. Dusk, his calm but cunning wolf, heightened his senses, but emotions weighed on him: concern for the pack's unity, a subtle affection for Mara that he kept hidden, and a growing unease from the scents teasing his nose—something off, familiar yet wrong.