Jasper Twilight Novels & Stories

Jasper- Look at what we can do to her. Spartan- I don’t like her. She has no wolf. I don’t know why, but not her. Jasper- I want her, I need her. “Jasper,” Yvonne is climaxing again. Jasper- Her, buddy, it’s her. Spartan- I only feel half right about this. Jasper- Now, or never. Spartan- Fine. Jasper extends his canines and marks Yvonne, making her scream in pleasure and drag her nails down his back.

Seeing Jasper, Caspian called out, "Hey, Jas! This chick is looking for you." Jasper was leaning against the handrail and watching the sunset, and he turned to see the girl with Caspian. "Mr. Zeller." Candy was a lot less meek as she stood in front of Jasper, smiling at him as she said, "Happy birthday. Many happy returns." Seeing Candy, Jasper was glancing at the elevators before he knew it. His gaze turned dull, not seeing that familiar face he expected. Still, he smiled faintly. "Thank you. Did you come alone?"

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.

Jasper's mood swings between anger, confusion, and a poignant grief that threatens to consume us both. Sprinting across the dew-laden underbrush, we came to a clearing bathed in the silver glow of the moon. The majestic orb in the sky pulls at us, a silent beckon for reflection, magnifying our inner discord. As the Alpha, I am meant to lead with clarity and purpose, yet the bond with Stephanie, my mate, has been tainted by doubt, an unfamiliar darkness that Jasper and I are unprepared for.

On the other hand the evil leader was still focus on releasing all the fire in him till he looked further and saw Jasper standing in front of him and taking all the fire inside him without getting burnt or a scratch. The evil leader was surprised, and stop the fire, Jasper then smile and looked at his body and back at shaw and the director... "Are you okay" Jasper asked the director and shaw who was just speechless by looking at what just happened "We... we're fine" shaw reply "Good" Jasper said as his eyes turns blue while he turns back at the evil leader "You wanna play, let's play!" Jasper whispered but it was loud enough for everyone to hear "Have been waiting to have a duel with you, it

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

I thought again. But just then, I began to perceive a sweet scent of cologne mixed with ginger, so sweet that I could not help but to sniff. My legs were shivering, and my lips were shaking with excitement. But I didn't know what was making me so happy and also making my legs Shiver hard. Then, I heard the word that made me Shiver with even more excitement. "Mate! Mate!" My wolf screamed at me. I could feel the mate bond now, so strong that I wanted to be one with him forever.

He held up a drawing of a stick figure with a cape and a huge smile. I knelt beside him, pushing away the cold dread for a moment. "Wow, Jasper! He looks so strong! What's his name?" "Captain Awesome!" Jasper declared, puffing out his chest. "He saves everyone!" I smiled, a real smile this time, though it felt fragile. "He sure does. You're a great artist." I ruffled his hair, feeling the softness of it. His innocence was a sharp, painful reminder of why I was doing all of this. Why I'd just walked into Caden's trap. It wasn't for me. It was for this small, bright light, for Mom.

Just darkness all over you. Escape could never put an end to a battle, it will only hunt you again and again. So, I chose to finally face it. The battle that was plotted for me. Standing now, looking at everyone around me. With witches and werewolves, among us, I am the only half-blooded. Being different is a blessing and a curse, and they were part of my Twisted Fate.

Sarah asked, tilting her head in confusion as their pace slowed down. "Just a little bit." Charlie pored over his shoulder to smile at his girlfriend. "You tired? Want me to carry you, hmm?" Sarah bit her lower lip seductively and even they are surrounded by darkness, her repulse to show her charms reigned. She tucked a hair behind her left ear. "I can manage well. Though, these little burrs are pissing me off," she informed and looked down on the burrs sticking to the hem of her dress like pieces of magnets. Some brushed the upper part of her legs.