Jasper Stare Twilight Novels & Stories

And holy. I knew he could see that I was blatantly staring, but I can't help myself. A chest smooth, with abdominal muscles almost carved by a Greek God. The personification of perfect. I have never seen anything like it in my life, and I don't think I can breathe. When my eyes drag back up to Jasper's, his gaze is dark, predatory. "I...I'm sorry," I stutter, sounding like a complete and utter fool. But he doesn't seem to listen. He is concentrating on something else...Me.

Jasper had his hand around Draken’s neck, and Draken was clawing at him to free himself. I shrieked hysterically, “Jasper, please let him go…” Jasper did not even hear me at first, and he kept glaring at Draken. Draken’s eyes soon turned white, and he was turning paler by the second. When Jasper would not listen to me, I went directly in front of him and jumped a little, my hands thrown in the air to make him look at me. “Jasper, please, leave him…now!!” I yelled, and it was only then that Jasper registered my presence. His gray eyes had turned briefly silver for a moment, and I could not help but stare at him in shock.

He leaned over and kissed her forehead, eyes, and cheeks. His kiss was much softer than the kiss at the beginning. Stella Grace did not dare to move. Jasper Milton turned off the light. It was pitch dark. "Jasper, what are you doing? I can't see anything." Stella Grace asked with fear. "Do you want to see? Then I'll turn on the light," Jasper Milton said in a hoarse voice. Stella Grace realized what he wanted to do and hurriedly said, "I don't want to see."

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."

Caspian spat. "Better a god who wants order than a Hive that wants nothing but static," Aris countered. She looked down at Jade, who was beginning to stir, her silver-streaked hair matted with blood and ash. "She’s waking up. And she’s hungry for the next sequence. I can feel it from here." The Choice Jade’s eyes snapped open. They weren't violet, and they weren't brown. They were a terrifying, swirling silver. She sat up with a fluid, unnatural grace, her gaze locking onto Aris.

Jasper said confidently and in a scary manner "Ha ha ah ha... She's mine!!" He reply already transforming to a evil being "Am in a bad mood and I won't spare you!!" Jasper yelled The evil being launch at him in a giffy with force, Jasper only stood still and glare at him as he approaches, but when he almost got to hit him, Jasper eye change immediately and he uses the power of his eyes to control the evil being who was hanged in the air. The evil being was surprised to as how he is hanged, he couldn't move, he tried all his possible best but prove negative...

Before Jasper can find whatever miracle solution he thinks will fix my purple-stained skin, heavy footsteps thud toward us. They don't sound friendly. They sound like someone marching into battle. Luna stiffens instantly. Jasper freezes mid-search. I glance between them. “Now what?” A huge girl stomps into view, looking like she just walked out of a battlefield. Her eyes lock onto Jasper as she shakes her head in disapproval, her lips pressing into a thin line. “Jasper,” she growls. “What the hell are you blowing up now?” “It wasn't supposed to be an explosion! More of a… test run?” Jasper replies, raising both hands in surrender.

I had stepped back, retreating into my shell of good girl modesty, playing the role of the supportive best friend while my heart turned into a bruised, aching thing. Suddenly, Jasper tilted his head. His gaze cut through the dancing neon lights and landed directly on me. He caught me staring. Caught the way my pupils were blown wide and my breathing was almost shallow. Instead of looking away, he smirked. It wasn't a harmless kind. It was a knowing, predatory curve of his lips. He leaned over and to my uttermost surprised, flagged down a passing stripper—a gorgeous girl in nothing but silver tassels and a thong. He whispered something in her ear, handed her a hundred-dollar bill, and pointed

Destiny had texted me earlier that she was already there so I found her seated in a booth at the far back of the room. "Hey girl," I said seating myself. Destiny was very attractive. Her parents immigrated here from Jamaica when she was two years old. She had bright green eyes in which someone could stare into them and lose track of time. She had neat dreads that suited her perfectly. She measured about five-six something that I would always be jealous of. "Was about time," she said closing her phone and smiling at me. "Sorry, the GSP gave me the longest route here because of traffic," I explained.

“Amara” Blakes POV Jason and I are having a conversation and walking. Suddenly, I smell her. Waffle and pecan. She bumps into me, landing on her ass. She looks around embarrassed before she notices me and Jason. Extending my hand to help her, she turns her head and rejects it. Inside, my lycan is howling in pain. She stands on her own and makes a smart comment. I smirk, keeping my eyes on her. “She is feisty, isn't she, Jae?” I ask him. As he lets out a chuckle, she quickly averts her gaze from me to him, glaring at him with annoyance.