Jaxon Hughes Novels & Stories

I growled. Exhaling deeply he paused and asked me if I still carried Jaxon’s mark. Reaching up, I felt the puckered skin and said, “Yes.” “Vivian's been visiting the Blackstorm Pack and I fear that Jaxon is contemplating a conversion,” he asserted, causing me befuddlement. “Why would he contemplate doing that?!” “Sadie…Jaxon is paralyzed from the waist down and is in a wheelchair. It happened while he went to his stepfather's. Mack Erebus informed me that the physical therapy will take years to improve his situation and still may not heal him.”

After Paul hangs up, the brimming need to sneak a look at my laptop’s screen wraps around my neck like a noose, and I find myself looking at the picture again. Jaxon Wolfgang is standing there in his Dallas Titans uniform. His jersey number is twelve, and the word TITANS is stretched across his massive chest. At thirty-nine, he looks every inch the legendary NFL quarterback the media claims him to be. His dark hair is slicked back from his rugged features, and his intense blue-grey eyes are fixed on the camera with that same authoritative focus he uses to dominate the field. “Mommy!” I’m cut off from my thoughts by the tiny shrieking voice from across the patio calling me.

I tell him plainly. His thick brows gather. “For what reason?” “I'm his best friend. What can I possibly be here for?” “Nathan?” I look and see Jaxon. He is scantily dressed having nothing on top of his shorts. Broken bicycle parts in his arms. He's always been crazy about engineering. Unfortunately he's nowhere near good at it. He starts forward. “Holy shị́t! Nathan! Man! Where the hell have you been?” He shoves the parts into the gateman’s hands and hugs me.

] [@lkh: *insert Link* Watch the video and comment again after watching. The internet troll posted a video of Jaxon Elijah once participating in a business circle exclusive interview way back when he was listed as one of the world’s top 100 richest bachelors that year. The five male guests who participated in that special interview were all young and promising young entrepreneurs, each of whom can earn more than 2 million dollars a day. That interview was recorded two years ago in which Jaxon and Ashley was still in the part of their relationship which could be tactfully called ‘freezing’.

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 have hated him from the very first day Mom brought him home. Jaxon Reid. Thirty-two, built like he spends half his life in the gym, dark hair always a little messy, and those green eyes that seem to see straight through clothes. He rode up on a black motorcycle, leather jacket slung over one shoulder, smirking at Mom like he already owned her. She giggled like a teenager, blushing and twirling her hair, and I wanted to throw up.

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.

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?”