Jay Windbreaker Novels & Stories

It's time for her to forget Tyler and turn a new leaf of her life. Tyler would belong to the past chapters of her life and Luke will be on the next chapters of her life. Jade clocked out and left. She pushed the glass door and was welcomed by a chilly air as she stepped out. At mid autumn, her clothes were not as thick to shelter her from the biting cold. So when the breeze billowed she shivered. Suddenly, a weight settled in her shoulders as a thick trench coat was draped over her body with it, too, was the residual heat from the former wearer.

**Jade POV** I finished my shower in record time before quickly raking all the products I’d been given through my hair and giving it a quick blowdry before throwing it up in a bun still slightly damp. I remembered how my hair kept getting in the way while I was trying to take notes yesterday and I wasn’t willing to deal with it again. I wanted it out of my face so I could focus on the tasks at hand. I flitted into the closet and selected a pair of navy blue slacks with small white checkers and a thick, white sweater. It was soft and cozy, yet still fashionable enough to show Vera I could dress the part of a luna. I grabbed a pair of flat dark brown loafers and threw them on before heading to

Jayden drove to Henhall University directly. As he was about to park, he saw the woman he was eyeing yesterday. Today she was wearing a white long sleeve undershirt and a grey checkered high waist dress over it. Her dark hair was bouncing as she went up the steps, her hips unintentionally swayed. Her outfit should have been what is considered as conservative but Jayden’s eyes could still notice her assets. ‘That small waist and full chest. Mmn.’ “Jay..” Halynn was about to ask him if they’ll meet later during break time but he looked like he was in a rush as he hastily closed the door and left.

The air seemed to crackle with tension, each step of Aiden's echoing a reminder of his elevated status. Isabella watched as everything slowed down to her. Aiden's appearance was a striking blend of elegance. He wore a fitted black jacket that clung perfectly to his athletic frame, tailored precisely to magnify his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The jacket was sleek and spotless, with deep red linens running along either side, a designing but deliberate touch of color that hinted at a more dangerous allure. The red trim seemed to pulse against the black fabric, a quiet but bold statement that mirrored Aiden's own presence–controlled yet impossible to ignore.

The warm sensation of her skin made Gito shiver, his desire completely shifting to this young girl. At that moment, Windy entered through the front door—an 18-year-old girl with a slender body, long wavy brown hair, and green eyes full of longing, just returning from a long day with Bryan, her university bag slung over her shoulder, her steps weary but her heart restless.

He wore the shirt tucked in, with a silver oval belt buckle etched with a rodeo cowboy riding a bucking bronc. Top that with a tan suede Western-style jacket that made his shoulders look wider than usual, and she swore her heart went aflutter. Her heart had never gone aflutter in her life. “Are you ready?” he asked. Oh, yeah. “Um, let me get my coat.” Marva would cringe if she saw this old parka with her nice clothes, but Amy wasn’t about to freeze just to look good. Then again… “How cold is it?” she asked.

Caroline ***** My hands smoothed over the soft cotton short-sleeve shirt and distressed jeans I wore. The weather would be reaching the low seventies today, so I didn't have to wear a sweater today. I draped a light leather jacket over my shoulders just in case and grabbed my backpack.

Here, the air smelled of salt, wild beach roses, and clean, unadulterated freedom. Adrian Wolfe stood at the edge of the wrap-around wooden deck, looking out over the endless expanse of gray-blue water. The Brioni suit, the silk tie, and the heavy old-money armor of the Chief Executive had been completely discarded. He wore nothing but a loose, oversized cream linen shirt with the sleeves rolled up to his forearms and a pair of dark casual trousers. His long, midnight-black hair was slightly windblown, his usually rigid, aristocratic face completely relaxed in the soft afternoon light.

Hayden was right, it was very windy and cold up on the deck. I quickly styled my hair into a bun and tied it on top of my head to keep it from flying around like crazy around my face. Thanks to Hayden, I had a jacket on top of my dress. It didn’t stop me from feeling the cold, but it still helped a lot, that’s for sure. “You were right. It’s so windy here…and so cold,” I said, my teeth clattering a little. “Come here,” Hayden said as he spread his arms wide.

"What's your plan for today?" Jayden asked, rolling up his car window. Lea didn't answer right away, but instead looked closely at Jayden. Jayden looks very different today. He wore a light blue long-sleeved shirt, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, wore a dark blue tie that hung low around his neck, combined with black trousers and shiny black leather shoes. With one glance, Lea knew that everything that stuck so snugly on Jayden's athletic body were expensive items from famous brands.