Jayden Bartels Glasses Novels & Stories

I raised my eyebrows at Marius, hoping he'd get the message. - "My name's Garalt, Master Jayden." said the front man. "We're here to discuss the matter of your ... protection." - "Protection?" - "Aye. We had an ... arrangement with your predecessor - Molun. We would be happy to renew that arrangement with you, Sir, on reasonable terms." Mother Jayden’s little boy hadn't been born yesterday. I recognized their racket before they'd said a word. What threw me was how pathetic it was.

Jayden let out a long sigh. Jayden was done getting dressed. He put on his jeans that had been washed by Ivanka, then put on Ivanka's t-shirt and Hoodie. Jayden also brushes and tidies his hair. "The bruises are almost all gone. Thanks God!" Jayden muttered while looking at himself in the mirror. His handsome face appeared again, his porcelain white skin also began to glisten. "I think I should dye my hair. People can recognize me when my hair is blonde like this." Jayden thought as he looked at himself in the mirror.

He grinned at the end of his introduction and the class seemed to ease into him. Next was a guy with dull green eyes and a smile which lacked effort. "Hey, I'm Jason Telix and I'm also 17." Jason had jet black hair and his clothing style was similar to Zack's except the colour pallet was darker, yet his physic could still be seen from under it. He was strong.

I couldn't embarrass myself now although with the dim light i doubt anybody would notice still I have to be careful. As we passed the bar,the bartender called out to Jaden and a couple of other people turned their heads.I straighted my back preparing myself for human interaction. "Who's the foxy lady?" the bartender asked cheekily,raising his eyebrow at me.He bared his white teeth at me with a wide grin,contrasting against his golden complextion.His black hair was styled high and he was very attractive. "This is my. girlfriend Isabella" Jaden said not even with a slight hestitation.He must be a good and proud liar."Isabella this is our bartender Eugene."

Jane sighed for what seemed like umpteenth time that day. Her schedule was so messed up that she had no idea how to balance everything. Taking a deep breath, the bartender pulled her bag and sunglasses (the camera flashes are harsh on her sensitive eyes) before walking out of the apartment. She'll think on the way.

She saw Jayden standing in front of the bookshelf with a book in his hand. Jayden was the first group of people to do business in the last century. He had courage and knowledge, but he did not have the brains to do business. It was obvious that he had taken good care of his hair over the years. Although his hair had become sparse, it was combed neatly. He wore a pair of reading glasses. He was dressed in a fine shirt and a vest. He looked as refined as an old university professor. Ellena basically did not have any impression of Jayden. She looked at him standing in front of her and finally had some stereoscopic thoughts about this "grandpa.

I nodded, gripping the tablet as if it might slip away. “Oh...yeah one more thing,” Mira added casually. “The interns will be assisting today. You’ve met Jayden already, right?” My stomach flipped. “Yes,” I replied. “He helped me out before.” “Great. He’s sharp,bit of a jokester, but dependable,” she said with a smirk. “You two will be working closely together.” Before I could react, a voice cleared behind us. “Uh.....hi.” I turned to find Jayden there, hands stuffed into his slacks, a lanyard hanging loosely around his neck. He was wearing a white shirt with rolled-up sleeves, faint ink stains near his cuff, as if he had been sketching not too long ago.

Jayden looked surprised, and I noticed he was dazed for a few moments. "Honey, I love your dedication, but if you want to go work out, it's fine." Daon assured me with an innocent smile, completely oblivious to the situation. "No. I've already decided!" I firmly said that and saw Jayden look at the floor, trying to hold back his tears. He stood there for a few seconds, staring into space, then spoke without looking at me. "I understand. Well, I guess I'd better go." Jayden said, hiding his tattooed hands in the pockets of the black pants he was wearing.

He was so damn gorgeous. He had a white dress shirt on, the first three buttons were undone, and a gold chain peeked out right above his chest. His sleeves were rolled up, a gold watch hanging on his hands, and part of his hair fell across his face. His eyes, grey, dark and cold, were fixed on hers. He didn’t even look like a businessman, not to talk of owning one of the biggest construction companies around. “Miss Alisa Grant?” he smiled, so thinly she could barely even call it a smile. “I have been waiting for you. Make yourself comfortable. I am Jayden Wells.”

Jared chuckled, nudging at her softly even as she sighed tiredly giving him a little smile. "I don't know why Tyler insists I put up with these glasses and you are not doing bad yourself. If in the future people suddenly lose interest in games and apps, you can head to Los Angeles and begin a career in acting right away," "You do know those glasses are meant to disguise all this," he waggled his brow suggestively and she smiled amused, "Though it is doing a bad job in making you look like an I have given up on my looks single mother, so do the world a favor and just wear it, because nobody would be buying our act if you look anymore hotter."