Jaxon Hughes Novels & Stories

He smirked, quickly snatched me around my waist, and threw me over his shoulder like the Hulk. I fought back, slamming my fist into his back, but I was no match for him. He ran off with me, leaping out a nearby window as if he were Spiderman, landing effortlessly on the ground below and running toward the forest, and soon the mansion disappeared behind us as the forest trees whipped past us. Dane The forest was dark, and only a faint glow emanated from the crescent moon. I dashed through the woods, my feet hitting the moist ground as I sprinted toward the East.

I lean my head against it while I catch my breath. At the sound of a chuckle, I finally notice Jaxon leaning against the far wall, one eyebrow hitched up. Jaxon is the lead singer of the metal group End of Days. He is high up on the panty melter scale for sure. His fit, muscular build is only the cherry on top of his rugged good looks. He rocked the wild, untamed beauty. The black hair and blue eyes so rich you could drown in them helped as well. I nibble on my lower lip in awkward silence. He is not Anna’s ex since they had a one-night stand entanglement. Yet, it feels wrong to ogle him. Anna sure knows how to pick them. First my husband and then Jaxon. I frown.

I, Selena and Emerald moved on the beats of music’s laughing like crazy on each other funny dance steps. Some people looked at us as if we are weirdos. Not that we are not weird. Hey! But weirdos have more fun! Selena and I continued to dance till a hand on my ass forced me to turn. I looked in a pair of warm honey hazel eyes to pink lips. Who is this handsome?! "Hey, I am Jackson and you are?" The hot stranger asked as he pulled me closer by my waist. He smells of woods and musk with a hint of wine. He is so tall and I had to jerk my head to look at him.

Chapter 80 Aurora's pov As if the day hadn’t already given us enough to carry, Mrs. Grayson clasped her hands together suddenly, eyes lighting up like she’d remembered something important. “Oh—darling,” she said, turning to Layla. “Jaxon couldn’t make it today. He’s completely out of the country.” She laughed lightly. “You know business, sweetheart. He’s almost everywhere in the world at the same time.” Layla barely blinked.

"I just can't." Jaxon said again, his voice strong, "Stay calm." We will bring him back. I'm coming back. Though she was unsure how, Jaxon's comments helped her to feel somewhat less powerless. A tiny ray of hope danced within her. She was not by herself in this. But time was running out; how much could they really accomplish? Jaxon sat at his workstation, eyes frantically scouring the screen. His fingers raced over the keyboard, accessing all available resources. Though the video's source was still unknown, he wasn't going to let that stop him. Not when Mimi's son was at peril.

he held her hand. “Noah got a wonderful father too. He’s a world-famous boxer and going to guide him as he grows up,” Charlotte said. Before going to the bill counter, Jaxson walked near the display freezer. Charlotte followed him thinking he’s going to get yogurt or something. “Got it,” Jaxson smiled getting the ice bar which is his favorite when he was a teenager. “I missed this so much,” he whined and took the entire pack of twenty. “You’re going to eat everything?” she asked.

“You didn’t sound so confident when we sparred yesterday.” His ears flushed instantly. “That was different.” “Mm.” A faint smile tugged at my mouth. “Because you lost.” “I slipped.” “You charged without thinking.” He opened his mouth, then shut it again, scowling. “You didn’t boost the shot, did you?” I shot him a look, but he grinned anyway. “Still scary.” Jaxen was fifteen. All limbs and defiance, sharp-eyed and stubborn loyalty. His marksmanship was unnervingly precise for someone so young. He’d glued himself to me from the day I woke in Ashland, entirely convinced it was his duty to make sure I didn’t disappear.

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

Tom questioned when he heard Jovan’s words. Jovan nodded his head with absolute confidence, “Of course, how could someone that I look up to and worship be that fickle? Although I did not have a chance to meet Ashton face to face, I know he is someone who does everything with complete conviction and he cares about his family more than even his life!” “Wow, I never knew that Ashton had so many die-hard fans. So, what do you say?” “Of course, I am in. I am going to talk to my pack and if anyone dares to oppose, heh!”

ISLA GRACE MILLER DATE OF BIRTH: JUNE 18TH AGED: 18 HAIR: AUBURN EYES: GREEN HEIGHT: FIVE FOOT FIVE INCHES GUARDIAN - JUNE DANIELS, RELATION: MATERNAL GRANDMOTHER, DECEASED- CEDAR FALLS. SCORED HIGH MARKS: TRACKING; HAND/HAND COMBAT; TEAMWORK; FIELD FIRST AID NOTES: RUN RISK LEVEL 2; ONE ATTEMPT YEAR ONE AT TRTC. RECEIVED COUNSELING. MEDICATED WITH ANTIDEPRESSANT FOR YEARS 1-3. CLEARED FOR DISCONTINUATION OF USE AFTER REASSESSMENT.