Jax Teller Gif Novels & Stories

My Stinkers mean the world to me and so do their opinions. "Okay calm down I can't turn into her just yet y'all." They respond differently, Tez frowns: "Ny whot?" (Why not?) Qwan excited: "It a girl!" Tey was shocked: "Her? It's a girl? What's her name?" I explain happily, "I can't turn into her until I am 16. And her name is Ja'el she has soft white fur and dark blue eyes and she is sooo beautiful y'all. But you can't tell anyone about this yet okay not even Grammy! I'm gonna tell her myself I just don't know how... or when."

He sent back a ‘kill to silence’ emoji, followed by: “If you’re tired of living, feel free to keep talking.” Falcon immediately replied with a ‘spare me, boss’ emoji: “I still want to enjoy the wonders of life. I’ll zip it now. Farewell!” Xavier then took back the tablet and reopened the news sites that had reported on Celia Sure enough, within seconds, every piece of related content had completely vanished. The corners of his lips twitched slightly as he shook his head. Falcon was a technical genius and got things done fast—but that mouth of his could make anyone want to rip it off.

Jack's Pov I watch as han ran into his room to get dressed. Jill was silent as well as everybody. I am glad at that because i was able to think . Few minutes later Han emerge fully dressed in a faded jean and a black top with a black leather jacket. " I'm ready, i will wait outside " he said when he noticed Jill staring at me. Han walk out. Jill walk up to me. " Will you be safe? Don't you think it's a trap ? " she said shakily and i smile.

Someone had added dramatic background music—strings and thunder and some Lana Del Rey edit—and then captions: “She stood ten toes down for the man who crushed her. This is a TED Talk now.” “She ate. No crumbs left.” “But fr… he still cheated, tho? 👀” I dropped the phone onto my blanket and groaned into my mattress. “Why am I the main character of TikTok drama this morning?” Before I could spiral too deep, there was a knock. Then the door creaked open. Jaxon stepped in with two iced coffees in hand. Shirtless. Again. The man had no chill—or

The amount of hickies I have the next day when I wear something traditional is proof of that. “Jaan, on come, open the door. I miss you,” Xander yelled from behind the door. I rolled my eyes and walked to the door. I slowly opened the door, still feeling butterflies in my tummy. Xander’s eyes widened as he took in my appearance, and a low growl escaped his throat. The shifting colors of his eyes indicated both Xander and his wolf, Xyler, were more than pleased. He was clearly taken aback by my sari-clad figure, and I blushed at his reaction.

Warning!!! Hot area: 21+; please stay calm. ***** Tessa opened her phone when she got a message notification from Xander, Axel's father. "Why is he texting me?" Tessa put down the coffee cup in her hand and started to look at Xander's message, which sent a picture that made Tessa startled. She ran quickly to the elevator. "Shit! How could I leave him alone?" Tessa clutched her phone as Xander sent her a photo of two men in the photo, one of whom was the man who had just come into Xander's room.

Jake Jake walked into his small townhouse, the smell of spring flowers filling the air. He smiled at the sound of his brothers making fun of his cleaning habits somewhere in the recess of his memory. He needed to take a trip back to Texas soon. It had been three or four years, and though he talked to his mother and father every Sunday, he needed to see them. It was Bethany's fault... or maybe it was time to move past that. He pulled his shirt over his head and held it until he walked into his room, jumping and shooting it into the clothes hamper like a basketball.

sounded terrifying to me, but I knew that prying for more answers would most likely lead someone into trouble. So, I satisfied myself with keeping my ears open to the hushed whispers being exchanged around me. All I gathered was that the prince had been asleep for hundreds of years and that “the vampires” see him as some sort of “savior”. I also realized that the women dolling us up were all humans. I wondered if they too were kidnapped like I was. Once we were ready, the guards who had escorted us to “the spa” came for us. I’ll never forget the look on the face of one of the guards when he saw us.

A pale shape pressed against it, then skated away. The tide lapped higher against the supports, a constant, ugly heartbeat. “Hey,” Jax said quietly as he matched my pace, shoulder almost brushing mine. “You still with us? You went all… Pale Writer back there when the ghost‑kid called you out.” “I’m fine,” I said. It was instinct at this point. He arched a brow. “Okay, you’re not fine,” he said. “But you’re functioning. That works.” After a beat: “You get us out of this, first round of phantom funnel cakes is on me.”

He looked different, tired, his usual playful smirk replaced by something tight and shadowed. "I told you not to call me that," I rasped, my breath coming in jagged, burning gulps. I delivered one final, punishing kick to the bag, sending it spinning on its chain. "Yeah, well, you're acting like a royal pain, so the title fits," Jax said, stepping into the light. He held up the device, a sleek, silver headband woven with fiber-optic sensors. "Stop trying to punch your way through the trauma for five seconds. I brought you something."