Jaxon Hughes Novels & Stories

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.

He hissed in pain, the pain of loosing a mate was not something he do wish for his enemy, never! "Did you received any response from Douglas, concerning the lands issue, going on between the two packs" Jaxon asked his beta, watching as his beta squinted his eyes at him, he noticed as he looked at his fists for a fraction of seconds, which was still covered with blood and was bleeding before he looked up at him.

Creed shrugged walking away from the awkward circle we all stood in toward the door “ yeah I’ll carry her bags to the car then Alex can load them into the plane.” Ryan huffed picking up the bags that Creed placed by the door before walking out “ wait! Did you say plane?” I pouted crossing my arms across my chest “ Yes, will that be a problem?” Alex asked, looking at me with one of his eyebrows raised. He stood with his legs apart probably because of all his muscles. He's wearing a black hoodie with jeans and his hair is messy as always. He looks at me with suspicion

I said to myself before I sped the driveway. I finally arrived at the company minutes later since the speed was pretty much, and I went to see Mr. Jaxon who was said to be waiting for me in his office. As I walked into his large and beautiful office, I couldn't help but notice him sitting behind the desk and having his attention on the desktop. Mr. Jaxon was a young hard working man that should be around thirty-five of thereabout now. He owns the entertainment industry, Jaxon Empire, the fast-rising and most popular entertainment industry in LA.

After ending the call, Xavier immediately went to Jaxon’s room. Jaxon was lying on the bed again, staring at the ceiling.When he saw Xavier enter, he pushed himself up slightly. “Dad?” Xavier walked over and sat beside him. “I have good news.” Jaxon blinked slowly.“What is it?” “I found a doctor who might be able to help.” Jaxon’s tired eyes brightened slightly.“Really?” “Yes.”Xavier smiled gently.“He’s in Los Angeles.” Jaxon tilted his head slightly.“You’re going there?” “I am.”He reached over and adjusted the blanket around Jaxon.“I’ll leave soon.”

Jaxon looks up at us, holding a drill and a neatly cut rectangular wood. “Oh no no, I was already awake before I heard…” I gesture around him, trying not to shiver from how my body’s reacting to him. He nods and drops the stuff he’s holding. He rises—to his six feet four inches height, as opposed to my five feet four inches. He swaggers to me and my eyes drop to his abs that tighten as he walks. I swallow and drop Snowie down, she goes to her Dad. She’s such a Daddy’s girl.

Walking toward me, his massive frame cutting through the morning mist, was Jaxson. He wasn't wearing his hockey gear anymore, just a heavy black hoodie with the hood pulled down, gray sweatpants, and a dark duffel bag slung over his right shoulder. His left shoulder was noticeably stiff, a brutal reminder of the hits he had taken to secure that trophy. He looked exhausted, the dark circles under his amber eyes stark against his pale skin, his jaw covered in a thick layer of dark stubble. There were no cameras here. No microphone packs. No network producers hiding in the bushes to capture a scripted moment of high-friction drama.

I lay in the dark with two weights sitting in my chest, both of them named and specific and equally impossible to put down. Marcus. His knee and his choice and the catastrophic crack that was moving toward a joint with every practice rep he took on it. Jaxon. Who had talked to Dara an hour ago without being asked. Who had been sitting on my front steps when I came home from the worst day of the week. Who played guitar since he was twelve and had never played it for anyone and whose father thought it was a waste of time. Two secrets. Two weights. I stared at the ceiling until the numbers on my phone said two fourteen and then I closed my eyes and made myself stop.

a deep, gravelly voice rumbled from the shadows beside him. Jaxson stepped closer, his massive six-foot-three frame instantly blocking out the view of the city. He was dressed in a tailored, charcoal-gray team suit that made his broad shoulders look almost obscenely wide in the tight confines of the elevator. His short blond hair was styled, his rugged jaw freshly shaved, but his dark amber eyes held none of the corporate diplomacy the league handlers had spent the morning begging him to maintain. He didn't care about the cameras that would be waiting the moment the elevator doors slid open. He reached out, his large, warm hand catching Liam by the forearm, his fingers squeezing through the

Maybe it is just Jaxson's appearance is much more jarring than it was before. "What do you know about Draven and Hayden?"