Jaxon Hughes Novels & Stories

“Let’s all go sit down “. He offered as he set off for the couch in the corner of the room. “Just talk. Tell us about yourself, we’ll tell you about ourselves “. The two others threw themselves down on the beanbags and Finn sat tentatively on the edge of the couch clasping his hands together awkwardly in his laps. “I’ll start “. Jax offered. “So um, my name is Jax Monroe, I’m in my second year here and i’m from Leicester. Finn nodded along looking up from where he had been staring at his hands. Now that he listened, he could pick up a faint accent slipping through his practiced dialect. “I’ve been into contemporary dance since I was around ten. But I also do hip pop and a couple other things

"Have you gone to see her?" "No." "Are you going to?" Jaxon stayed quiet for a while before whispering, "I love her." Hudson's lips parted in shock, not expecting those words to come from him. Soon, he chuckled. "Was that funny?" Jaxon shot him a glare. "Sorry," Hudson cleared his throat. Silence settled between them, and then Jaxon chuckled. Both burst into light laughter. "Fuck you, Hudson." ___ *TATIANA KAREN AND CASSIUS KING MARRIAGE EXPOSED*

What chance of resistance could I possibly have against Jaxon West, the hottest, most masculine cowboy I had ever set my eyes upon? T. B. C!

Not long after we ordered the waitress came and gave us our drinks. During this time Jaxon got to know a lot of me and I also got to know a lot about Jaxon. Apparently he is 19 , he has a smaller sister named Elisa and she’s 4 plus he lives with his mum and dad. Oh yea and he is half Spanish and American.

Alpha said. “It matters not what anyone here believes to be true. I am here to claim what is rightfully mine,” I said. “Oh? Is this not a family reunion?” Alpha Joshua said. “I, Shane Hayes, am here to challenge Alpha Joshua Wright of the Dark Moon pack,” I said. “Hayes? You are a Wright,” Alpha Joshua growled. “Your name will die here, today. Hayes is the name I’ve taken and will be the name that carries into the next line,” I said.

when footsteps hit the top of the stairs. We all pause and look up. Jaxon appears, barefoot, wearing loose sweats and one of my old hoodies that he definitely stole. His hair is messy, his eyes half-lidded like he’s still half-asleep. He stands there for a second, blinking down at us like we’re a strange dream he stumbled into. “Are we... gambling?” His voice is scratchy with sleep. Quinn waves a hand. “Nah, just friendly theft between teammates.”

"Okay, fine. I will see him today. I was going over to his place in the first instance anyway." An hour later, I was at Jaxson’s penthouse. The floor-to-ceiling windows looked out over the city we collectively owned, a sprawling map of lights and ambition. Jaxson was packing, tossing his team jerseys into a leather duffel. Jaxson Montgomery: the NBA’s golden boy, the man whose jersey was tucked into the waistbands of half the teenagers in America.

The storm outside raged harder after midnight. Rain lashed at the windows angrily. Thunder cracked like gunshots. Inside the apartment the only light came from the single lamp in the living room and the faint blue glow from the TV that nobody was watching. Jaxon kicked the front door shut behind him. Water dripped from his black hoodie, soaked through his work boots, and left dark footprints across the hardwood. He was massive, six-foot-six, two-hundred-sixty pounds of dense, corded muscle earned from years swinging hammers and hauling steel on construction sites. His dark hair was plastered to his forehead, jaw clenched tight, hazel eyes already burning with the kind of hunger that had been

I’m still wheezing, trying to catch my breath, and internally panicking in response to Theo bringing up my mystery girl in front of… well, the mystery girl herself. “Yeah,” I sputter hoarsely, blinking the tears from my eyes and drawing a deep breath. “Wrong pipe.” I’m not fooling Quinn, though. She’s sitting across from me at the table, a smug little smirk tugging at her lips. “Mystery girl?” she asks, arching a brow. “Yeah,” Theo laughs, clapping me on the shoulder and giving it a rough squeeze. “Jax has been on the hunt for weeks trying to find some girl he met in Stillwater, isn’t that right, Romeo?”

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I