Jasper Whitlock Novels & Stories

Wolfgang had told her that she had to act according to Jenna Marie's habit if she wanted to avoid suspicion. Selina put on a beautiful sexy body dress and left the house with her bag. Her essential job right now is to go out and spend money. --- Jenna Marie's mother is Adelia. She is over fifty years old but looks very trendy and youthful. It is possible to guess through the appearance of Jenna Marie, a beautiful and noble woman who is not easy to approach. “Jenna is out again?” The man who had just asked the butler was Willow. He is the father of Jenna Marie, and he is the chairman of the famous national corporation in the city. Although he has a lot of work, he always tries to spend time w

"Surrounded by bulky heavies. Remember to change the oil? Rick forgot last week and it reeked." "I'm not Rick." The blonde peeked through the hatch, her wispy hair fighting to free itself from the messy plait. "And don't change the subject. Sophie Lawson is the other lead and I'm dying to see if I can catch a glimpse. God! She has cheekbones to die for!" Lloyd tuned out as the ramble continued, voice growing higher and more annoying in her excitement. He supposed it was cool, and certainly good for the town economy. He'd read that Adam Grant, when taking the role of Nathaniel Hemlock, had insisted that where possible, it would be filmed in the areas.

I could never get used to wearing mini dresses, I was bound to change out of this, and into a nice comfy top with leggings, and my camo boots soon as soon as we get home. It turns out, I wasn't the only one who was selected to partake in this stupid program for Colonel Colhelm from my pack after all. Jazzy, or Jazmin Tanner, was also picked, as a delta warrior. She's an omega in my pack. We are the only two girls left, and we feel damn proud of surviving. Today, after five long years, we finally get to go home. Only one problem with all this.... who the fuck did I mate with, the night before I left? I went through hell these five years...

He spoke, " I---" "I came to ask you to take back the case against me," Jasmine said without holding back. "You're asking me to take back my complaint against you?" Colton repeated. "Yes!" Jasmine replied with her head held high. "Do you think I would agree?" Colton said which made Jasmine silent for a moment. "How about what you've done to me, Officer Jones?" Colton spoke again as he got up from his seat and walks to Jasmine. "My arm was injured due to the impact when I plunged to the ground because of your kick," he said, " And look at this bruise in my face," he pointed to the bruise on his face that is still visible even if it's been a few days since the incident happened.

Is he planning to get drank? "Nathalie, a bottle of whiskey!" he growled in a sharp tone accompanied by his awful facial expression. Despite his difficulties, he still had the guts to scream at me like that. Jasper went back to the corner after dropping the first aid kit beside the couch with his entire face colourless, full of sweat. But I can't blame him for that. Since the start of our friendship, my wolf was already aware that Jasper is terrified of blood. "Okay! Okay! Just give me a sec". I slid to the fridge to check if I stored a bottle of whisky. Wait. How did my fridge have a bottle of whisky when I could barely remember buying one?

“Jasper… when I first met him, he had a lot of injuries. The skin and muscles of his back was cooked and there was a machine in him designed to kill him. He should have been lying down for about a week before he could try moving around, but he was standing up and walking after a few days. Don’t listen to him when he’s intoxicated. He has a really bad sense of humour.” It was then that Emmet turned around to see Lila, her face looking down on him with a strangely open face. Everything was relaxed, her eyes were watering a little, and her mouth was turned down. She had the same resting face as his aunt. “I thought that I could keep Jasper safe where I was, but I couldn’t. I had people to answe

Sera took a deep breath, preparing to reveal a crucial detail. "Jasper isn't born an ordinary lynx," she disclosed. "He's a hybrid—a mix of Warlock and lynx. Fearing he might be discovered and kidnapped, Blaine cast a spell on his own son, concealing Jasper's true nature and giving him the appearance of an ordinary human. The spell is designed to automatically lift during the Black Moon coinciding with his 18th birthday. By then, he should have been found by his mate, even if Jasper doesn't recognize them yet."

“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?”

He might have puked for real if he had stayed in the car for a while more. Suddenly, he stopped dead in his tracks and frowned. "Who is that? Show yourself." "You're a dog with those sharp ears." A crisp and mocking laugh pierced through the air. Jasper slowly turned around and noticed a tall and hostile man not far away from him. Axel Whitaker was dressed in black from head to toe. He wore a black face mask. The wind ruffled his short dark hair. He was like the prince of darkness. "Who are you? Why are you following me around?" Jasper sounded calm and impassionate. His biceps were tense.

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.”