Jax Teller Novels & Stories

Gillis, and someone with ill intentions spread rumors, Madam might not allow you into bed if she hears about it. Anger flashed in Jasper's eyes as he kicked the back of Xavier's seat. "Tell me. Who's the whoremaster?" Xavier's throat went dry, and he didn't know what to reply. "If you can't explain, say goodbye to your bonus for this month." Xavier immediately surrendered for the money. "I was wrong, Mr. Beckett! My brain short-circuited, and I used the wrong metaphor. I won't do that again!" Jasper smirked, but the emotions in his eyes remained inscrutable. "Your task for the next few days is to find out Ms. Gillis' background. Focus on her work history. I want to know whether she really wo

"Alexander! Over here!" He turned to see a small, battered fishing skiff pulling up to the edge of the pier. Jax stood at the helm, his face illuminated by the glow of a dozen salvaged tablets strapped to the console. Beside him sat a portable server rack, the "Shadow-Shell" humming with a frantic, desperate energy. "Get in! Now!" Jax shouted.

"So you have to tell him." ​I stared at her for a long, quiet moment as her words sank deep into my mind, burning away the last of my excuses. ​"So... I have to tell Jax," I murmured softly. ​"You must tell Jax, El," Tasha insisted, squeezing my hands tight. "Come clean. All the way." ​I took a long, shuddering breath and nodded. "Okay. Fine. I'll tell Jax." TASHA ​The glass doors of Vanguard felt heavier than usual as I pushed them open.

It didn’t reach her eyes. “Well.” Noah looked horrified. “No.” Mira folded her arms. “You sound disappointed.” “You manipulate people for fun.” “You panic for fun.” “I do not panic for fun!” “You’re panicking now.” “I’m reacting normally!” Mira looked at Lena. “He exhausts me already.” Noah looked deeply offended. “I’m standing right here.” Jax suddenly barked out a laugh. Everyone turned toward him. His pairing glowed above him. JAX HOLLOW — TESS LORNE

"She needs someone to hold the hardware state while the compiler flushes the cache! Jax, if you touch that console again, the energy bleed will fry your nervous system!" Jax looked at his hands. The silver-lace scars were humming, vibrating in perfect harmony with the dying heartbeat of the Earth below and the frantic digital screech of the Hive above. He remembered the cold silence of the stone when the Red Logic had first taken him. He remembered feeling like a passenger in his own skin. Now? He felt like the driver. "I’ve been fried by better gods than these," Jax growled. He took three running steps, leaped over a rift of liquid light opening in the glass floor, and slammed both hands di

"What do you mean?" Jax is quiet for a long moment, staring ahead into the darkness where the coronation hall's ruined silhouette has just begun to emerge against the lightening sky. "I told you back in the tunnel that I reported information to the rebellion because I recognized your mother's name," he says finally. "That was true. What I didn't tell you is how I recognized it in the first place." "How?" I ask, dread beginning to pool cold in my stomach.

--- My hands were shaking so badly I could barely type the order into the computer terminal. "Hey, Nina," Sarah whispered, passing by with a tray of wine glasses. "Are you okay? You look like you just saw a ghost." "I'm fine," I lied through my teeth. "Just a lot of pressure." Ten minutes later, after I served their wine and main courses, Julianna stood up from the table with a bright smile. "I'm just going to step into the powder room for a minute, darling," she told Roman, patting his shoulder softly. "Take your time, sweetie," Roman replied smoothly.