Jax Teller Gif Novels & Stories

Jax is striding back toward us, and relief hits me so hard my knees almost buckle. He pauses at my side, a slight smile on his lips. "Sorry. Had to hit up the main terminal for a minute." "Everything okay?" He shrugs. But his hand brushes against mine. My pulse jolts. His fingers ease mine open, and he slips something cool into my palm. A snow globe. Brightly colored, with a grinning green alligator in the center. TAMPA, FL. Jax ran to the main terminal to buy it. For me.

“Open your mouth with one gay joke and I rip your dick off. Swear to the Goddess.” Jax laughed. Real laugh. Even through the pain. The warriors sniggered behind us. I smirked. “If you can joke, you’re fine.” Before he could answer, I gripped him, pulled out a disinfectant and poured it into his healing wound. Jax howled. Body jerked as he tried to stifle the pain. He collapsed back, panting. “That’s for disobeying a direct order,” I said. Voice low. “And almost dying on me.”

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

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.

Tears were beginning to moisten my eyes, but I knew from the look on his face that we weren’t going to leave that spot until I did what he was telling me to do. “Drink, Sofia,” he repeated – more sternly this time, impatience obvious in the tone of his voice. “My palm will heal in just a couple of seconds. I don’t want to have to cut myself again.” I once again looked at his palm, unable to believe what I was about to do. I held his wrist with one hand, his fingers with the other. I noticed how his jaw twitched the moment I touched him. I gulped before doing the unthinkable – I began sucking the blood off his palm until his self-inflicted gash closed. I stepped back, the strange taste of his

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.”