Jasper Vale Novels & Stories

I ran my hand along the smooth leather seats, imagining myself sitting there and the camera fixed on my face. I turned to see Jasper watching me with a slight smile on his face. "You seem to be enjoying yourself," he remarks. "I can tell this is really going to be your moment to shine." "I hope so," I replied, "And I appreciate you taking the time to show me around. I know it can't be easy working with me and leaving your girlfriend behind.” “ Girlfriend?” Jasper questioned. “ Yeah, Valerie Moore,” I replied. Jasper chuckled, “ she isn't my Girlfriend, just a business partner “ he replied.

The twentieth was Elara, and of course Elara did not answer, and of course no one had expected her to, and of course the sound we made when we said her name was different: the sound of a room that will not let its dead be stolen. When we were done, Vivian breathed once and nodded once, the way you do when the numbers are worse than you wanted but blessedly not as bad as you had imagined in the hour when fire makes imagination its toy. Jasper rose. He had soot in the corner of his eye like kohl. He looked like he’d been carved from a burnt beam and sanded into a man. He didn’t look at me. He didn’t have to. “Jasper,” Vivian said, and in that one name she put two decades of decisions. “You wil

Before that happened, however, she had something incredibly important to do. “Javier, I have to leave for a bit to check out Xerxes Village.” Jade had once mentioned during her chats with Javier that she had been supporting an impoverished village all these years. That place was Xerxes Village, a small place on the mountain. The village had only had running water for two years and was incredibly poor.

"Pack, we strike at dawn. The temple's runes won't hold against our fire. Scouts, report routes—any word from the borders?" Jasper leaned over the table beside her, his shaggy brown hair falling into his hazel eyes, which darted across the map with strategic precision, his lean frame tensed with focus, the moon tattoo on his wrist glowing faintly as Dusk heightened his insight. At twenty-three, his wool shirt rumpled from hours of planning, emotions churned within: admiration for Alya's resilience swelling his chest, a subtle affection for Mara that made his glances linger on her, and a lingering triumph from deciphering the rune earlier, tempered by worry over the pack's morale. "The veiled

I announced, attempting to conceal my excitement. During our drive, I couldn't help but admire the stunning scenery surrounding us. Fields of daffodils, streams, and mountains passed us by. Shortly after, we arrived at our destination - a magnificent mansion with Greek-inspired architecture, surrounded by a beautifully manicured lawn. The vast estate was hidden behind a dense thicket of bamboo, providing a natural barrier that shielded it from the outside world. Jasper had mentioned the luxurious amenities that awaited us: a tennis court, a sparkling pool, and even a Jacuzzi. As we stepped out of the car, a small group of people came towards us. I saw a woman with lustrous blonde hair and st

I let out a mirthless chuckle and responded apathetically, "You're the one who killed our baby and sealed your own fate, Jasper. Everything you're going through now is just the consequences of your actions." Before he could respond, I turned to leave. Behind me, I heard the sound of breaking glass. "Help! The suspect has taken his own life!" I left the police station in high spirits. Business overseas was booming, so I made the decision to move the company headquarters to New Avalon City. From the top of Crownspire Building, the sunset painted the city in warm, golden hues. All of a sudden, my phone rang; it was a call from Valerie. Her voice sounded worn and aged. "Wynne… I was cleaning Jas

I stepped out of the car, slammed the door and turn over to xanvier who was already unpacking. "Where in God's name are we?" "Home". Was all I got from him, as he carried the heavy bag out of the booth. "Xanvier, this is the middle of nowhere!". I screamed. "Calm down, babe. This is perfect for our jobs". He said, dragging my ecolag on the gravel-filled road. "You said you needed something new, right? Well, this is it". I couldn't tell if he was being sarcastic with me or not. It's difficult to read him

Once I was up, I hurriedly grabbed the book that Lydia had brought, placed it in my bag, and made my way to the garden. I walked, further than I had hoped, and saw Jasper sitting in the gazebo. ”Hey,” he said with a bright smile. He was wearing a pair of shorts and a hoodie. His muscles were bulging as he raised his arm to wave at me. ”Hi, sorry I'm late, I fell asleep,” Jasper chuckled and shook his head. ”No problem. I've never been here before, it’s nice,” he said and looked out over the lake. ”Yeah, it’s one of my favorite spots,”

The manor was white with big floor to ceiling glass windows, it looked celestial under the moonlight. I have been in WillowRidge for my whole life, but I never knew about this manor, no one could see this from the road, it is so well hidden. What a wonder. The assistant opened my door and took me to the side of the manor through a garden of colourful flowerbeds that looked so beautiful even at night. We crossed a beautiful wooden door to a private sitting area, a place so beautiful, elegant flowers, fairy lights, a cabin made of glass walls and ceilings, I am not joking. The assistant took me in and asked me to sit on one of the chairs, I hesitantly did. I was mesmerised by the beauty , Natu

I asked, staring at the wax. "That," Jasper said, his voice dropping into an icy flatline, "is a commercial merchant pass issued through the southern mountain crags." “Southern?” I looked up at him, my brow furrowing. “But Bloodwyn is in the east.” "Exactly," Jasper said, leaning in, his voice barely a whisper. "He clearly didn't take the eastern trade roads to get into our valley. Those roads are heavily patrolled by our border scouts. He took the southern passes. The passes owned, fortified, and monitored by Viktor Varkas."