Jax X Pomni Novels & Stories

Natalie Jaxon takes me to an Italian restaurant that’s known for its tiramisu—my favorite dessert. How did he remember that? We're sitting across from each other, the lighting warm and golden as classical music plays softly in the background. Jaxon has showered and changed into dark jeans and a navy button-down that makes his eyes look impossibly blue. Despite having just played the most important game of his career, despite the exhaustion that should be weighing on him, his attention is completely focused on me.

Mark was already halfway out of his chair looking ready to snap. “Alex,” Jax started with that smile not dropping one bit as he leaned forward, “you remember Knox right? The guy whose daughter you were tutoring a while back, you know exactly who I mean. The same one who helped with all your scholarship documents and kept warning you about staying away from certain types.”

It was painful waking up every morning knowing he will never see her smile again. “I think we need drinks; we can fill you in on what has been happening over drinks.” Damien suggested when he saw the mood change into a sombre one. Xavier was the first to stand up. “I think drinks are a good idea, let’s go.” He said heading to the door. Everyone stood up and followed being. JP took out three bottles of whiskey when they got downstairs. “Let’s get waisted.” Zande laughed. “As if we will.” Everyone laughed as they took glasses and passing the bottle with each one pouring for themselves.

The sunlight flooded the entire room, waking me up. I stretch while gazing at the beautiful view of Barcelona and the sea. It was a great way to wake up in the morning. I looked to the side, and X wasn't in bed anymore. As was customary, I found a note with my nickname written on it: “An unexpected issue arose with one of the party's beverage suppliers. Feel at home. I'll be back soon. Yours, X.”

Nothing could change the fact that he had hurt to a point, that he now felt nothing. And that was what convinced him that despite how he just might be beginning to like the picture of togetherness, the numbness in him will not allow him, to crave it enough to take all the risk. "Let's play a game," Jasmine announced, her eyes flashing like it was the perfect idea that was borne out of genius thinking. Xavier looked at Maya's friend, not even surprised they were all close. Three crazy human beings have found themselves and have decided to give their confraternity where they frustrated the likes of him, a name. Of course, it'll be called friendship.

“And gummy bears. I'm a man of depth.” Rick shook his head. “You’re a man of delusion.” Jaxon ignored him and tilted his head toward me. “You know, you and I never really talked. Like heart-to-heart. I think that’s a tragedy. Maybe you need… fresh company. A less deranged ride. Less broody. More charming.” “More annoying,” Rick muttered. “Look,” Jaxon said, turning to Jace like he was doing some kind of peace treaty, “you can’t hog all the damaged goods. Share the trauma. Be generous.”

Xander said calmly. He took out his phone and opened a previous internet post about Emiko and Kaji, then deleted it. "See, I'm not that bad, am I?" he said to Jonas. "I just hate seeing them run rampant like that." Jonas smiled, shaking his head. "Hopefully, they'll learn their lesson." Xander put his arm around Jonas's waist. "Looks like we weren't finished eating. They interrupted right before I started enjoying that fragrant smoked salmon steak."

If only she knows that words will never erase the pain and suffering she put me through all my life. But that’s okay. Even if my life doesn’t end up like a fairy tale, I’ll still remember this day and cherish this moment when our Luna stopped so low and apologized to me for being such an evil bitch. I smiled back at her in response, giving her the same fake smile she had been giving me all night. I told her it was fine because I don’t hold a grudge, and we agreed never to speak about the past anymore. Xander sat next to me, tapping on his laptop as if he wasn’t listening to everything going on here, and observing my reaction. I almost believed that he was too busy to care, but the moment my

My mom was quite impressed by Jaxon’s thoughtfulness and smiled, “Oh, thank you, Mr. Moretti. How do you know my favorite flower?” And Jaxon replied, “Your daughter told me about it.” Lie. I didn't tell him about it. Maybe he had already investigated my family before we came here! I forced a smile. "Hi, Dad," I said, kissing his cheek. "Hi, Mom. I hope you like the flowers." My mother smiled, "Yeah, thank you..." "Dad, Mom, this is Jaxon Moretti," I began. "He's a businessman. He owns the famous El Enigma Hotels and the Sempiterne Wine Company."

“We wait. Watch a little longer. I don’t want to rush him. He doesn’t remember me, and I don’t want to break whatever peace he has. Not yet.” Matteo nodded but looked hesitant. “What is it?” Dominic asked. “I think we need to talk about Jax.” Dominic turned back to him. “Jax?” “Yes,” Matteo said. “I think... he’s in trouble.” --- Jax sat at the edge of a broken wall in the abandoned part of the city—an old playground behind a shut-down school. The rusted swings creaked in the wind, and the paint on the monkey bars was peeling off like old skin. He held his head in his hands, his heart pounding.