Jax Novoa Novels & Stories

The shop Ronan worked at was part of Alpha Lucia’s empire—a sleek car dealership that dealt in everything from luxury sedans to rugged off-roaders. “Dad, I’m out with friends,” Nova replied, her tone aiming for casual but landing somewhere in strained territory. She fiddled with the hem of her jacket, her nails—painted a deep crimson that matched the anxiety flushing her cheeks—tapping rhythmically against the fabric. “What’s so important that it couldn’t wait till morning?”

Celeste The roads out of the safehouse were slick with morning fog. Mist curled around the trees like fingers tugging at the hem of reality, and I gripped the wheel tighter to keep my hands from shaking. Carmen had given me a vehicle an old matte-black Jeep, dented, armored, and too damn loud. Nova slipped me a burner phone, two clips, and a shoulder holster before she disappeared again with a grin and the words: “Now you’re really one of us.”

~Sienna~ “You guys are going to love this,” Nova squeals, bouncing in her seat. “Whatever you’ve planned, I just hope it will make me forget about him. I want to have fun, wild fun.” Carol, one of Nova’s cousins, cries. “You shouldn’t cry over that asshole anymore. You deserve better, but first you need to be yourself and enjoy.” Nova snaps. Carol sobs harder. I roll my eyes. I reach over the dashboard and pull out a tissue, then pass it to the back.

Nova landed on her back, legs spread, looking up at him with fire in her eyes. Jax stripped off his shirt and shoved down his sweatpants, his massive, rock-hard cock springing free—thicker, longer, and far more imposing than the one she’d just ridden. He crawled over her, caging her in with his powerful body. “You let another man taste what’s mine?” he snarled, gripping her jaw. “You let him fuck that greedy little pussy?” Nova smirked, even as her breathing quickened. “Maybe I needed someone who wouldn’t be such an asshole about it.”

For example, I think about how I want him to touch me. “What kind of car is that? I've never seen one like it before.” "Of course you haven't, Tasha," Jaden says, his lips curving into a barely noticeable smirk. He keeps his eyes on the road. "It's a '68 Mustang." "Is it some kind of rare model? The kind they sell at auctions?"

I have an idea how small Haven is now. “Let’s get to our second class.” “Second?” “Girl, its almost ten. On what planet do you suppose it’s first class this time?” Jackie said and took my arm to our second class. The morning went by swiftly. It was science class and the teacher wanted her to introduce herself in the class since she was new. She had never done this since grade one because she stayed at one school since three days ago and now she had to do it on her eleventh grade. Jackie gave her a little pat on the shoulder.

"How much do I owe you for the trip?" Noelle's brother Xavion had given me a lift in his baby, an acid-green Oldsmobile Cutlass with the goddess Ma'at painted on the hood. The thing was a gas guzzler and a half, and though he always said he wanted to chop the engine out and replace it with an MR6 V8 Hybrid—whatever the hell that meant—he never seemed to have enough funds to do it. The Cruzes had finally lost their matriarch Daniella to cancer last year, and with three younger siblings to get through middle school to college, a lot of their dreams had to be on hold financially speaking.

"Zion has been gifted with the skill to heal. Jaja is a tracker, and I can get people to tell me their wildest desires, enticing them to do as I command." "That's impressive." "Do you have a special skill human?" Nova innocently asks me with fascination. "Umm... I can shove my entire fist in my mouth." I reply, knowing full well it isn't a skill at all. Unless I'm planning to eat it. But Nova doesn't need to know that, and by the look on her face, she seems pretty impressed.

It's starting to infuriate me how everyone seems to think Nova is sweet and innocent. He sighs like an angry teenager on their period. “Whatever,” he mumbles. “Update me if anything else comes up,” I say before clicking off the phone. I drag in another inhale of air and turn my attention to my laptop. The inside of my Mustang is decked out in gadgets. A laptop sits on a platform, a mechanical arm attached to the dash so I can push and pull it towards me for convenience. Dash cams, an alert system for Nova's house, the organizers and government officials involved in B-20, and other illegal shit decorate the interior of my car.

She opened a folder she kept behind three levels of password protection and took stock. LexNova: valued at 1.1 billion on paper, with the IPO timeline confirmed at eighteen months out — which meant the Portland transition needed to happen within three months to keep the board on schedule. Her personal liquid assets: eight years of quietly redirected salary, sitting in accounts that bore no connection to the Kane name. Enough to disappear and rebuild without touching LexNova at all.