Jax Teller Novels & Stories

Tessa caught her breath and pressed the green button to answer the call. "Hello." The voice was a little heavy, but like a man who had matured enough to greet her, "Hello. Who are you?" "Is it true I'm talking to Tessa Azela?" "Yes. That's right." "I'm Xander Leonidas. I got your number from my friend. Can we meet? I have a job for you." "Wait, Mr. Xander. Do you want to hire my services? If so, I need to have data and information about you before making an appointment." Tessa got out of bed, walked over to the nightstand, and poured some water into a glass.

I said, my voice sounding flat and tired. "Make sure he understands," Carl said, leaning against the wall. "If I see you two whispering in the halls tomorrow, the photo goes up. I’ve got the link ready. One click, and Jax is done. You want to see him playing for some local club back home? Because that’s where he’s heading if you don't end this." I didn't answer. I pushed the heavy door open and stepped into the storm. Jax was waiting by my car. He looked like a drowned rat, his hair plastered to his forehead, his hoodie dripping. But when he saw me, he tried to smile.

“Tell me everything.” He is rather calm and shows zero sign of aggression or extreme emotions, which makes talking to him a bit easier. At the same time, I am careful enough not to say too much, but to revolve around the surface. Not that I lie to him or anything close to that, I just avoid going too deep into the plot of my life. This is because after all said and done, he is still Jax the jerk and might later use my story to mock me. “I'm from a disbanded pack.” I tell him. I let him know my father is dead, I'm a suppressant with no affiliation, nor intention to claim territory.

Jax is already standing, grabbing his signature, weather-beaten brown leather jacket from the coat-hook, and slinging it over his broad shoulders. “Ladies and gentlemen, I think it’s about time we make a house call.”

Copyright ©️ 2025 Miss L Writes and Ember Mantel Productions “Stop drooling and tell us all what’s up.” Jax raises an eyebrow at me. I start to respond through the link. “Just tell all of us. This telephone bullsh*t is getting on my nerves. We’ve all seen you naked,” A low rumble from Ben has him looking sideways, but no other reaction comes from either of them. “Just shift and talk to us. Those three have been uncharactaristically involved the last two weeks. What gives?”

Noah nodded, then repeated under his breath, “Cool, man.” Annie stood up. “Can I buy you a coffee from the machine?” Jax paused. That was their code for ‘I have something important to tell you’, and he felt his whole body tighten up. He glanced at Noah, then nodded. “Yeah, a coffee sounds good. Thanks, Annie.”

I shuddered. “Let’s figure out what ‘partially granted’ means before we start turning down job offers from the murder mainframe,” Jax said. He rubbed at the back of his healing arm, face tight. “You’re the hacker,” he added to himself, more than to anyone. “Act like it.” He moved toward the nearest console, eyes skipping over labels and readouts. I followed slower. Up close, the chaos of the room resolved a little. Panels were labeled—not in big, friendly UI fonts, but in small, utilitarian text etched into the metal:

Scarlett POV Jaxen smiled while talking, and his expression seemed nearly delighted. Thereafter, he spread his arms wide. Clearly, he was waiting for a hug. I pressed my right hand against his chest and gave him a solid poke. “I’ve been feeling drained for several days. I beg you, don’t cause me to waste the little energy I have left on yelling at you.” Instead of taking the hint, Jaxen wrapped his arms around me anyway. “Jaxen Hale, there is a limit to how far you can push me.”

jassica looked towards him and said . "you seem happy what happened ,got good news or hit the big deal . " xavier kissed her on the cheek which shocked her "yes i am happy but its not a big deal its kind of a life deal that i got after 4 months waiting ." .

Xavier asked. “I really don’t know…” Xyla said. Xavier believed her… Xyla was a human, and she wasn’t a god. How could she know the precise position of the dinosaur fossil inside the rock? Xavier immediately raised his thumb at Xyla. “Kiddo, your luck is amazing…” “Yeah…” Xyla’s smile gradually widened. Outside, the stall owner of the tiny stall was cheerfully hugging a check worth 100,000 dollars. He crossed one leg over the other and mumbled to himself. “Oh man, it feels great to bump into an idiot…