Jaxon Hughes Novels & Stories

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!”

The hard etched edge of his adonis belt drew my focus to the tented front of his jeans. His thick fingers make slow work to unbuckle his belt, I barely blink my eyes and his jeans are around his ankles. He steps out of them and forward as a thick rod bobbed in front of me. My wolf presses forward, such a hussy as she preens and purrs. Fuck. Me. Tate was well endowed but holy Goddess, Zac was hashtag blessed. My face heats. “Like what you see?” I whip around at lightning speed, my wet locks whipping me in the face as I hear him step into the shower.

He said, turning his face to us smiling and walking away. "Who is the he?" I asked with him backing me. "It is confidential" He replied, not looking at me as he walked on. "Wow!.. who could have sent Jaxon.. The most arrogant and well known playboy and cutie to come and save you?" Emily asked, surprised. "If you are asking me, who should I ask?" I replied and Emily chuckled. "So who is Jaxon?" I asked. "Well he is my classmate in highschool and also a popstar.. and Right now he is studying Accounting... He is the vice president's son and also a vampire" She said the last part in a whisper.

Mia smoothed down her oversized college hoodie and tiny sleep shorts before opening the door. It wasn’t Mr. Harlan, the old landlord. It was his son, Jaxon. He leaned against the doorframe like he owned the entire building—which, technically, his family did. At twenty-six, Jaxon was tall, broad-shouldered, and dangerously attractive in a messy, arrogant way. Dark tousled hair, sharp jawline with light stubble, and intricate tattoos peeking from the sleeves of his black t-shirt. His jeans hung low on his hips, and the smirk on his face made her instantly uneasy.

"He's a human!" "I'm a hunter also asshole!" James snapped back. I ran over to Helena and lifted her up. "Not without your stupid hunting tools!" Christian snapped back. "What makes you think I don't have some still on me?" He retorted back. I walked over to my dad and kicked his side. I quickly turned around when I heard a sickening crack. "Christian, what the hell?" I booked. James was lying on the floor with a deep gash from his eyebrow to his nose.

And my baby's dad. Jaxon.