Novel & Cerita Jay Crawley

It’d be pitiful to watch if it were anyone else- but since it’s Clay, it’s satisfying as fuck. I snuggle into Jax’s side, looking up at him. “Jax, this is my shitbag ex, Clay.” Clay narrows his eyes angrily, looking from me to Jax. “I was just…” “Leaving,” Jax interrupts, infusing alpha command behind his steady voice again. “Whatever,” Clay huffs, whirling around and stalking off into the other room. Jax looks down at me, sliding a finger underneath my chin and tipping my face up toward his. “You okay? Want me to knock him around a little?”

“He’s here. He is qualified for the job, and he’s had his own past in a world with men like Lorenzo.” “Bring him in.” She opened the door wider. A man entered with the kind of stillness that clears a room. Tall. Dark hair, neatly kept. A charcoal suit that didn’t announce itself and a gaze that did, cool, attentive, unhurried. He stopped at a polite distance, as if measuring the space between us and deciding not to invade it. “Mrs. Blackthorn,” he said, nodding once. “Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.”

He knew that since Jasmine was a member of his pack and a soy in Damien's pack, the mission was going to go on smoothly with no interruptions. Layla came back and she saw Williams brooding. She went over to him and he told her his plan to get his Ariel back. Layla was happy about it and she told him that she was going to help him with it. Layla couldn't get into the cell and Jasmine had to get the keys so Layla could take her back to Williams. As a spy, Jasmine had the opportunity to get information from the two packs. Sometimes, she is usually scared of getting caught by Damien, but Williams had always assured her that since she is just a spy in Damien's pack, he would always be there to fi

Two guards, and Caleb stand before them, holding Jazmin in place as she yells Ludacris. She goes into shock seeing Stewart's body on the floor. The distraction I had caused them both by asking away, allowed Blake to come around and position himself in back of them. Soon as he felt the perfect time, he shifted onto Xander, who launched at Stewart and ripped his head off. Jazmin never saw it coming. I was proud, prouder then ever of my man. My alpha. Caleb stares angrily, narrowing his eyebrows on her. He clenched his jaw and held his hands tight to his sides, revealing the white from his knuckles.

His eyes found mine across the chaos, and the fear I saw there stopped my heart cold in my chest. "Papa!" I screamed, my voice breaking. I tried to push forward, but someone's large hands grabbed my shoulders hard, holding me back. "Murderer!" someone in the crowd shouted viciously. "Kill him! He deserves to die!" "He took our future Alpha from us!" Alpha Darius stood over Papa like a mountain of pure rage, his eyes blazing bright gold with his wolf's fury. "Confess, Kieran. Confess what you did to my son! Tell everyone here the truth!"

Not only that, his eyes were now the beautiful green-blue color, and the claws she had seen in his hands slipped back in. Kira heaved a breath before turning to Doctor Greg. He leaned into his and yanked the blindfold from his face. Staring into his eyes, she mumbled. "Do you know how it feels to be an orphan? Do you know how it feels knowing you have a lineage that has been cut short by separation? I doubt you do!" Kira noticed Trevor shuffling behind her, and she glanced away from Doctor Greg to him. He looked helpless, so out of place, and somewhat frustrated. She could read many of the emotions he was trying to hide from her in his face before he masked it again.

He wished that he could kill Sebastian and cut him up into a thousand pieces. "How could you be dumb enough to fall into the same trap twice?" A jarring voice rang out from behind him. Jayden turned at once and glared viciously at the middle-aged man behind him. "Say that again!" Jayden yelled angrily as he pointed at the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man scoffed, "I could say it ten more times. What could you do to me if I did? I'm Miles Crowe, and even the head of the Stallone family wouldn't dare to speak to me that way!"

Too intimidating for my liking, I thought. "What's on the agenda for today?" Ciro asked, ignoring me entirely. "Some paperwork needs to be finished," Johnny replied. Ciro nodded, took his plate from the microwave, and sat down on a stool. "I’m going up to my room if Clarissa comes back and asks for me," I quickly excused myself. Johnny nodded, then returned to his paperwork. I quickly walked out, not wanting to spend another minute in Ciro's intimidating presence. Ciro was well-built, with dark hair, piercing blue eyes, and tattoos covering his arms. The scar on the left side of his face made him look dangerous, but beneath it all, he was undeniably handsome.