Jax X Angel Dust Novels & Stories

“Stuck up is something I have never been called before. You are quite interesting.” The door then burst open to reveal Xavier guns out and ready to shoot someone. Jasmine looked over at the Angel who just leaned casually against the wall, watching him with his gun pointed, almost laughing. “I heard you scream you okay?” Xavier asked, putting his gun away. “Yeah bad dream. Just let me get dressed and we can go. You need me to watch you interview the witness right? One of the mobsters?” She began gathering clothes as the Angel towered over Xavier, sniffing him.

And somehow my stomach churned when I saw how mad Tyler is, like there's a storm in his eyes as he darted it with Jiusel. My eyes traced the side where the grievances were heard. Well, I dont know the issue, but hearing words wont be enough to be the basis. I was alarmed to see Tyler finally praying on stage. I saw her speed beyond Jiusel to stop her dancing. Tyler gritted his teeth and hold Jiusel hand to really stop. "You're just embarrassing yourself. Just stop Jiusel, it wasn't good for you." aniya. "It was, Tyler. You know what I mean." his voice growled.

She only gave her a deep stare as she sipped her drink. “I’m going to go talk to him.” Cordelia said, standing up to adjust her skirt. All the while as Cordelia went downstairs, Mckayla said nothing, only staring at Cordelia with her drink in her hand. Jared had asked the bartender for a glass of whiskey too. “Ice or no Ice?” The bartender asked. “Ice.” Jared answered in a low tone. “Hey Jared. So you like whiskey too.” Cordelia said with a beaming smile.

JAX: The morning sun was hot, scorching, and seeping its rays through my window. I looked at the woman next to me and realized how much of a mess I had made of her. Her waves looked tangled, her lips were swollen, and I replaced the hickeys on her skin where they had begun to fade. I subconsciously traced her eyebrows, moved to her lashes, then her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, staring blankly into mine like she was trying to take in her environment.

I said, and he beamed at me and helped me stand up. "Come on. Let our wolves meet," he said, and Raya was overjoyed. I did not want to shift because of my mother's warning, but as things were, I doubted Christopher would do anything to me if he noticed the oddity of my wolf. "Come on, Willow. My wolf's name is Jet," he said, smiling at me and taking off his clothes. I had to avert my gaze. He was too hot, and I wanted to pounce on him. His muscles flexed beautifully, and his tattoos were commanding. I wanted to touch his body, but I dared not.

Every day involved calibrating metallic compounds, tabulating data, and stress-testing new alloys without rest despite exhaustion and without emotion aside from the joy of fulfilling my passion. Soon, I successfully developed a new metal I dubbed the 'ghost alloy'. It was extraordinarily light but unfailingly durable, capable of stopping bullets in their tracks. And during the test, Don Solon himself was there with his capos and only had praise for my discovery. "You're such an amazing scientist! How about fifty million as a reward?" he asked. I shook my head. "No, I don't need the money—but I do have a request." "What is it?" "Hide me. My identity, my presence… so that the Gambinos won't ev

‘They are not the enemy,’ the man said, forcing her thoughts back to the present. ‘I know,’ Xavier said and then he added, ‘Darrow?’ ‘Yes?’ the other man responded. ‘Pick them out one by one and end them!’ he ordered. ‘With pleasure…’ Darrow replied. ‘Will you tell me your name?’ Xavier asked the stranger via mind link. ‘Call me Angel,’ he replied. ‘Thank you, Angel. I hope we get to talk and meet when this is over…’ Evidently unaware of what was happening, Rufus pointed the gun at Xavier again. interrupting his communication with the other Were.

said with bright eyes. We’d been shooting for ten hours straight, polishing that intense scene until it was flawless. “Caramella,” Raul’s husky voice whispered in my ear as he slid an arm around my waist, pulling me into his body. “Mmh?” I hummed in response. “It’s time for us to go. Don’t forget—you still have to pack.” I sighed, remembering I was moving into his house today. “Alright, let me say goodbye to Jade and grab my stuff.” He let go of my waist, and I walked over to where Jade stood, chatting with Hunter. “Jade.” She turned, smiled, and immediately threw her arms around my neck. “Thank you so much, Angel, for convincing them to let me audition,” she said warmly

There was a half-full bottle of Jack Daniel's. "What are our plans for tomorrow morning?" Xander only raised his head when he heard the sound of cutlery clinking together. He thought he would see the most beautiful sight of his secretary's sexy body. At least, a silk nightgown with spaghetti straps or sexy lingerie. But what he found were plain bright yellow pajamas with trousers and a short-sleeved blouse. Angel rolled her brown hair carelessly with an old hair clip. And her face was very natural without a touch of makeup at all. Overall, Angel looked cute. Xander seemed like a pedophile predator who wanted to prey on an underage girl.

She half-turned away from him and Layon cringed at the change in her, watching how she suddenly became the scared little girl who had lost both her parents right before his eyes. Sitting up beside her, Layon pulled her into his arms and hooked her chin with his fingertips, urging her up to face him. "I'm deadly serious." Angel growled deep in her throat and turned her gaze from his as she snapped, "Nobody has seen or heard from Axel Hale in years." "That's not entirely true," Layon shrugged and braced himself for what came next. "I spoke to him just this morning." Angel's head whipped around once more and she examined him closely, obviously looking for any sign that he might be lying. Layon