Jax X Pomni Novels & Stories

They needed to reassess the plan, especially as the wheat fields in Portego had just burned down. Unfortunately, Damian had to postpone his plans once again, as it was clear that Jaxon was in no state to discuss anything. Damian could feel the overwhelming anger boiling inside Jaxon. His emotions were so intense that his heavy, angry footsteps made the palace floors shake as if there had been an earthquake.

“I did. Nothing backfired. And it went well. I can even consider it a successful meeting.” “You’re insane,” she hissed, stepping closer. “You think you can just walk into her life, into his world, and expect no one to notice? You think Xavier won’t figure it out? Do you really believe that he is going to fall for this?” “I went as Lorenzo D’Amaris. I’m an investor, nothing more. Xavier doesn’t even know I exist.” I said calmly. “He doesn’t know that I am back in the city just yet. And you’ve made it your mission to stay around him long enough, you know him more than anyone around here. You know that if he was aware of who I was, the men that he had stationed outside her office would have com

Remy calls after him as he follows me into the living room. “And some wedges,” I add. “Like a pack of damn wolves,” Parker mutters under his breath. “It’s for Jax. He’s a growing little alpha, he needs all the extra calories,” I tease. “Yeah, the kid eats better than half of our warriors,” Remy grumbles. The living room is chaos within minutes. Cushions on the floor, Jaxon’s hoodie abandoned by the sofa, controllers and game boxes scattered everywhere. “Alright, little man,” I say, sinking onto the sofa and grabbing a controller. “You ready to lose?”

He had not forgotten what Cross had done to him. "James Cross," Jaxon grumbled beneath his breath, his voice dripping with contempt. "Still the same bastard." Cross had started everything: the treachery he had endured, the collapse of all he had created. His name had linked Jaxon to the turmoil in this city; Jaxon now saw it with only disdain. The memories raced by: Cross's sneer, Mimi's weeping, the treachery that had destroyed all Jaxon had ever valued. He had been a fool, believing in hollow promises, trusting the incorrect individuals.

What are you doing? Geni: Laundry. Want some company? Me: I know what you're trying to do. I'm fine. Geni: You're not fine. You've been moping around all week. He's an asshole. You need some fun. Me: Yes he's an asshole. But fun on my day off means Jamie Fraser in a kilt. Geni: Really. Which episode are you on? When I don't answer her fast enough, because I don't honestly know, she texts again.

JAX: The despicable shit I killed didn't inform me that he had his filthy minions waiting outside. Workers and trainees at the pack house started to emerge, perhaps thinking the threat had passed. Among them were trainees and three seasoned fighters I recognized, who joined me in attacking the rogues outside the pack house.

Alex slumped on top of me with a layer of cum coating both our chests. "That was fucking good," he mumbled against my neck. "I don't think we need to buy condoms anymore," I said, making Alex chuckle. He slowly pulled out of my hole and I could feel his cum drip out of me. Goosebumps appeared on my skin as I shivered from the sensation. Alex then went down and dragged his tongue from my navel up to my chest, filling his mouth with my cum. Alex then gently grabbed my jaw, opening my mouth, and letting the cum drip from his mouth into mine. Alex watched as I swallowed my own cum, a satisfied smile filling his face.

“And another thing, you never told me why you two were famous.” “I did.” Jaxon nodded. “No you didn’t. You said your parents own Fulcrum which is pretty impressive, but that’s your parents. What do you two do?” Jaxon tilted her way, he was close. So near that she could feel the gentle whisper of his breath against her skin. His cologne embraced and touched her like she was sure the man could. "We’re in the business of lust.” I stepped back. “Well, too bad I’m already taken care of in that department.”

The neon sign outside “THE FULL MOON” bar flickered with a buzzing sound that usually meant a bulb was about to explode, but inside the air was a scent of cheap whiskey, expensive cigar smoke, and the musky pheromones of filthy restless werewolves. “My name is ROXY” I stood backstage, leaning against a peeling locker watching Jax, adjust his glittery thong in the mirror. Jax was my best friend. “Just a little here, and yup that’s it” He chuckled while dusting gold shimmers onto his pecs.

He wasn't talking properly to her. During the early hours of mid-day. Jax went to his gym to exercise a bit. He thought of Stone's assignment and sighed. " I wonder how the cartel is? Whatever... they have Xavier" When he was done, he took a petty towel and got rid of the sweat, he excreted.