Novel & Cerita Jaxon Hughes

He was trying to play it cool when it was obvious he was just another fan. I’d been mistaken earlier… “I believe I’d be a great addition to your team,” Jaxon continued confidently. To my surprise, Christian stopped abruptly, whirling around to face him. “Jaxon Stiles?” He cocked an eyebrow. “Do I know your father?” Jaxon’s eyes widened slightly as he nodded eagerly. “My father is the Director of Real Estate and Asset Management for multiple establishments, including Blackwood Hotel,” he boasted, completely oblivious to the growing ice in Christian’s gaze.

I turned to see a guy walking towards me, he had a fine look and was of moderate height. "Hi," he said smiling at me. "Hi" I answered as I managed to smile back. "Can I join you for work?" he asked. I just shuddered because, though I was tired and all, I could use a little chitchat. After some time I got to know his name was Jake and a final year student. he said he liked my personality and wondered if we could go out on a date. I was about replying him when I felt someone's hand wrapped around my waist and when I turned to see who it was, it was Damian.

Husband, it sounds weird. "You haven't introduced yourself yet." She diverted the topic. "Oh yes." He straightened his back, "I am Lucas Wills, from the chemical engineering department. Also a captain on the football team." He told her. "Wow. You are great." She gave him a thumbs up. "I am Hannah Park from IT." "I know already." He looked away. "What? How do you know me? As far as I remember today's the first time we are seeing each other." Hannah was curious.

Of course I need to be consistent in front of Mom so she would stop her doubts on Landon. The way how Jaxon’s jaw clenched made me knew that he wasn’t convinced of what I said. Not that I expect that he would. Aside that he has super senses mainly because he is a non-human being with super abilities, he is an intelligent man and he is the type who trusts his instinct more than anything. That’s why when he feels that it’s not the truth he’s hearing or seeing, he would really believe that and have his own way of knowing what is the truth later on.

They’re men who wear danger like cologne. I’m so caught in my spiral that I don’t even realize I’ve been staring until Jaxon grins again. “Take a picture,” he says smoothly, “it’ll last longer.” I blink and snap out of it. “What?” He pushes off the wall with fluid confidence and steps forward. “Welcome to the house, little artist.” His voice is teasing but it carries an edge like he’s playing, but not really. “I’m Jaxon, in case you didn’t figure that out mid-sketch. And that quiet storm over there—” he gestures lazily toward Damien, who doesn’t acknowledge us, “—is my brother. Damien.”

Then, mercifully, Jaxon claps his hands, breaking the charge like a spark in a gas chamber. “Gentlemen,” he announces. “Which one of you sinners wants their dick sucked tonight?” Typical Jaxon. A walking grenade of chaos. “What the actual fuck?” I say under my breath. Rick lets out a rare laugh. “My rate’s high, Jaxon Hughes.” Then, with a smirk, “And I don’t do virgins.” Jaxon lunges playfully, but there’s always an edge to him—like if he did stab you, he’d apologize with a beer. I grab him before it escalates.

Xavier: Hunter stood by the couch, waiting for me to finish reading the paper that I wasn’t even bothering with. My wolf had been pacing since dawn. And the idea of her being out of the house was not helping. “She’s on her way back,” Hunter said finally. “She met with Maxine at the café. No guards saw her try anything. They just spoke. It seemed like a normal conversation though. Maxine is helping her with this divorce. Are you sure that you want her to keep meeting up?”

After taking a shower, I changed into a basic white shirt and black pants, grabbed my phone and car key, and went downstairs. Just then, the front door slid open, and I turned to see Jaxon walk in, his tall frame filling the doorway, his sharp jawline and scarred brow giving him a rough edge. But he looked exactly like he always did, with his all-black outfit giving him a rugged appearance. "Boss," his husky voice echoed across the room. Ignoring him, I went to the kitchen and poured two cups of coffee. Then, I moved to the sitting room, where Jackson was now seated on the couch with his laptop securely resting on his lap and his fingers tapping away at the keyboard.

╭──────────.★..─╮ Selena's POV ╰─..★.──────────╯ ⛧☾༺♰༻☽⛧ "Are we there yet?" Jacob asked for the hundredth fucking time from the back seat, his mouth full of Skittles, his hand already diving back into the bag for another colorful handful. I tried not to roll my eyes, keeping my focus locked on the long evening road stretching through the Spineclaw pack territory.