Jax Teller Novels & Stories

There were so many people who had gone through even darker, more painful things than she ever had. However, despite the heaviness of Jax’s story, the fact that he had opened up to her, treating her as a friend, lifted her spirits just a little. At that moment, Julissa rushed into the café, making a beeline for Annabelle. She glanced at Jax. "Who’s this?" Annabelle quickly introduced, "This is Jax, Kendrick’s personal assistant." Julissa was clearly taken aback by Jax's cold aura and muscular build. She raised her hand and waved it in greeting, "Hello, big brother!"

I added. Jax couldn't believe what he was hearing. “Wait, I need to pinch myself to see if this is not a dream.” He said and pinched his face, softly. “ I'm not dreaming! This is truly happening!” He said and laughed, uncontrollably. “Should you need anything, just talk to Neo. He's the one that'll handle your satisfaction here. That is all, I assume you do not have any questions.” I asked. Jax shook his head, vigorously. “No, that should do for now. Questions should emerge when I fully start, I'm good for now.” He replied.

She suddenly sat up when she couldn't feel Tyeron. "Ty?" she called the man and immediately got out of bed. She stopped when she saw the man standing outside the room, talking on his cellphone, and it was clear from his expression that the person on the other end was delivering bad news. She hugged herself and remained standing there. While Tyeron kept cursing under his breath while listening to Mikael, yes, he is now talking with Mikael; his friend is saying that he should be in Manila tomorrow because the organization is already looking for him. Yes, they have an organization whose name is HxH, meaning Hidden×Hideout, and yes, they are part of it: Mikael, Meruam, and even Heckson, except f

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.

The massive Beta slowly sank back down into his leather desk chair and tapped the glowing keyboard. The shadow-network terminal illuminated his face. The soot, dirt, and blood of the Vault had been washed down the drain hours ago, but the deep, heavy lines of pure exhaustion remained. Still, a slow, lethal grin spread across Jax’s clean features as the encrypted message decrypted on the screen. "Well," Jax murmured, his silver eyes flashing with predatory satisfaction. "That didn't take long." Fennigan turned back, crossing his massive arms over his chest as he looked at his brother. "Who?"

I ordered, my eyes fixed on the screen as the progress bar began to load. I heard Jax let out a loud, choking gasp over the speaker as the massive numbers finally loaded onto his terminal screen, the sudden silence in his room telling me everything I needed to know about the scale of my wealth. “Xavier, you have almost eighty million dollars sitting in that shell account,” Jax whispered, his voice trembling with absolute shock as he stared at the screen. “That is your entire war chest, that is the money you saved to build your own pack from scratch, you cannot spend that on a human news site.”

She answered and put it on speaker. "This is Jake. Xielle, let's have dinner for celebration." "Where did you get my number?" Xielle asked, gritting her teeth. "It's not important. So, yes?"

of the Disconnect: a group of people who lived in the spaces between the rules. Jax sat in the center of the glow. He was twenty-four years old with messy hair and eyes that hadn't seen a full night’s sleep in a week. To the rest of the world, Jax didn't exist because he had no bank account, no driver’s license, and no social media profile; however, to those who knew where to look, Jax was the best "eye" in the city. On his main screen, a simple graph of weather data from Oakland was dancing. The wind speed was jumping in a pattern that made no sense for a storm.

“Calloway, what is that? Your parents secretly billionaires or something?” Jax didn’t even blink. “They’re not.” He dipped another fry. “I bought it.” A beat. “With what?” Drew asked. “Money,” Jax said evenly. “Saved for a while.” “That’s annoying,” Zach decided. “I was hoping for a villain origin story.” Jax’s mouth tipped, barely. “Sorry to disappoint.” Ryder took a long drink and refused to join in. He kept his eyes down, tuned out the laughter, the follow‑up questions, the way Jax answered them without heat or bragging.

Typed again. Jax: I can’t. Two words. Sent before he could overthink. Reply in seconds. Kane: Where are you? Jax: Apartment. 10th floor. Don’t know if I can buzz you up. Kane: I’m already in the lobby. Jax froze. Of course he was. Fucking alpha. He dragged himself to the intercom. Pressed the button with his forehead because his arms felt like lead. “Door’s open,” he croaked. Voice wrecked. “Just… get here.”