Novel & Cerita Jasper Whitlock Fanfiction

Colt played with my hair until I fell asleep. Alec’s pov I got it bad. I was already falling in love with that girl. Watching her brother put her to sleep irked me. That was my fucking job. I didn’t need to wait till Friday to know she was destined to be mine. Everything Jasper told me about how he felt towards Emmy was how I felt towards Kristen. Stupid fucking Jasper. He pissed her off more than I had ever seen so far. Her eyes were fucking black! I thought that only happened to Alphas. Maybe since she was an Alpha female? I’ll be punching Jasper for that.

"Are you out of your mind, Priscilla Slither? If you remove the Sacred Heart, we will never be able to cultivate again, and the Beast Realm will be done for!" the beastmen cried angrily, surrounding her as they tried to stop her. Priscilla didn't even blink. "Jas needs the Sacred Heart more than anyone else to cultivate and evolve. What's the matter with letting him use it?" Jasper Whiskers, or Jas, was her supposed first love.

With a trembling voice, I asked him, “Was it fun, fooling me all this while? Your bet with your buddies cost me five years of my life. To pay off your so-called debts, I gave up my kidney. Is this what you wanted to see?” “Babe…” Francis’ expression soured in an instant. Whitney, who realized how things were developing, came over to distract him. For the first time, Francis rejected her advance. “Go away, let her finish speaking.” “I have nothing more to say, Francis. Return my driver license, and let’s break up.” This seemed to have caught Francis by surprise. However, with so many people around, he still kept his composure well enough. I met his gaze, except this time, there was no love in

As the pleasure built inside me, he suddenly stopped, Jake’s hands leaving my body. I whimpered at the loss of contact, trying to catch my breath as he stood up and pulled me towards him. He passionately kissed me, his hands gripping my hips tightly as he lifted me and carried me to the edge of the bed. He then— “—Earth to Cassie!” Sasha pinched my cheek, and I yelped in pain, rubbing my cheek. “Ow! What was that for?” I protested, shooting her a playful glare.

He leaned so close I could smell the faint musk of sweat and arrogance clinging to him. “Another night of hot passion,” he whispered. The audacity. I slapped his hand away so hard the sound cracked the air. “Don’t be stupid,” I hissed, cutting my eyes toward the door. My voice dropped to a sharp whisper, urgent, almost panicked. “We’re in the packhouse. Rowan’s room isn’t far from this one and you… you want me to satisfy you?” Jasper’s grin only deepened, as though my fear amused him.

Chapter 18 Ella Whitmore Just as our lips were about to touch, the sound of my buzzing shattered the moment. Kael stepped away, and a disappointed sigh tore through my throat. Kael got me another phone after the incident by the way. The call had already stopped when I picked up the phone. I hadn't checked who the call was from when it started buzzing again. Anger surged through me when I saw who it was. Jasper. That fucking bastard! He didn't only cheat on me, but now he's ruining my good moment?

Instead he starts laughing at me to my face like I am some kind of lunatic spewing a load of nonsense. "Tyler?" he asks, laughing cynically. "The one who was your boyfriend for a week or something? He asked you out in front of the school, right? Oh my!" He laughs some more for about ten to fifteen seconds before he continues. "Is this some sort of an old fucked up TV show? That love triangle kind of shit? Jayla is Jasper's mate, Jasper loves Jayla but Jayla loves Tyler so Jayla wants Tyler to be her mate," he guffaws.

But now, she had inadvertently exposed herself—Jasper now knew she was pretending. "Heh." Jasper chuckled in amusement as he pressed himself against her, nibbling her soft, bouncy lips. "So you've decided to stop pretending, Ms. Whitley? Are you perhaps sober now?"

He’s already surrounded by a couple of beautiful women, two I’m already eyeing for treats later. He sees me and grins, then pours me a glass of his half-full bottle of bourbon. “Sounded like you need this, mate,” he says. Jasper Whittington is from the UK. His father owns multiple hotel chains and they have tasked him to handle them here in the States. He’s a veritable playboy like me and isn’t looking to settle down, like me. Well, until my father mentioned this fucking contract. “I said yes to his demands and will marry the redhead in a month’s time,” I grumble, shaking my head. “Had no choice because he dangled my fucking inheritance in front of my face again.”

I whispered huskily, untangling my fingers from his neck to regain some of my sanity. Jasper threw his head back in a chuckle and I watched hungrily as his Adam's apple bobbed in his throat, “Okay, okay, duty calls, but after that.” Jasper let go of me and took a step back, but the stern, lust-filled gaze he pinned me under made my insides heat up- in a good way. “You’re mine.” Jasper didn’t afford me a moment to react before stalking off into the pack house, in the same direction Alpha Allison headed.