Romans & histoires Jester Ocs

It was lucky for her at that time because there was no one watching outside as the guard went to the comfort room, so she had a chance to listen to the conversations inside the room. "Jester's wedding will be held in the Philippines, and he will temporarily live there with his wife. He will first manage our company there. After his wife gives birth, he will come back here. So, like in our past usual plans, we needed someone to sit down as temporary CEO here," Mr. Helson said.

I checked my phone and unlocked it only to see Uno's message. Uno: I missed two classes. I shook my head and rolled my eyes. The heck will I do if you miss the class? I put my phone down and poured all my attention to Jester. Jester is a jock. He plays for the school's basketball team and I heard, he's famous with the cheerleaders. His eyes were playful and his hair had always been messy. But I'll like it more if I'm the one who'll mess it. I smirked.

Like the people at the talent agency and the crew who work with me during projects, we have to get used to each other’s natural presence. Jester’s office was opposite the Commander’s. His name and rank on a silver plaque on the door made me feel strangely self-conscious. I already know from my research that Jester is a bit of a workaholic, and he spends almost seventy percent of his waking hours in here if he’s not out on subjugation missions (apparently these are the only missions he ever takes). This meant that this was probably a more personal space to him than his bedroom back at their apartment.

He had seen how Sebestian had looked at him now that he had grown a watermelon on his stomach, and if he wasn't so uncomfortable, he would have let Sebestian have his way with him. Right now, he was looking for said man; he had been on the phone with Jack. The boy had been so worried when he told him he would move back, and everything that happened Jack had been flabbergasted by all the new developments, as he had only known that he was an omega but was now pregnant, and his pair was new for him. He had congratulated him and promised Adom to come visit him when the little bean was born.

What are you doing? Geni: Laundry. Want some company? Me: I know what you're trying to do. I'm fine. Geni: You're not fine. You've been moping around all week. He's an asshole. You need some fun. Me: Yes he's an asshole. But fun on my day off means Jamie Fraser in a kilt. Geni: Really. Which episode are you on? When I don't answer her fast enough, because I don't honestly know, she texts again.

But still, one thing he had to mention. “Jester was still alive yesterday. Who knows, maybe, he will be able to strengthen our pack.” “If it happens so, question him in detail about what really happened that night. Make him aware that his honour has suffered a lot.” “Yes, sir!” Stacy confirmed once more and left the office. The black beast picked up from the table Jenn’s clothes and squeezed. He realised that he wanted from her something more than just the money. Jester was lying alone inside a cavern in a place immersed in darkness. But, because of the candle standing on the bedside table, there was a chance to see his head bandaged in a white dressing.

I want to know why Ajax called him a turncoat, but I don’t dare ask Ajax and Booker is breathing heavily, already caught in the throes of slumber. “I hear this city of Grêle is now home base from Tempest. How’s that going with the Viper King around?” Ajax asks us. “It makes buying things difficult. The moment we catch a whiff of a business being for sale, Viper buys it out from underneath us,” Jensen informs him. “We got lucky with the few businesses we do own like JT’s strip club.” “What do you do, Romeo?” “Forensics to keep us all from going to jail. I work for the Crime Scene Investigation unit.”

When faced with a nutter making you a crazy offer you can be sure rejecting it will only produce an even worse counter-offer. “You know, I’m not sure what it is you want from me. I’m not saying no, I’m simply not sure what’s on the table.” “We don’t want anything from you!” said the Jester, as though the very idea was preposterous. “We want to give to you. Anything you desire. Wouldn’t you like to fly? Be as strong as a giant? Rip your enemies apart with your bare hands. Oh. Oh. The power, think about the power. My lips are moist at the thought of it.” There was a slobbering sound like a tongue running over lips. At least, that’s what I hoped it was.

“I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.” The Jester. Cracked half harlequin mask. Mischief weaponized. His profile photo: abs, bare and unapologetic, a half-smirk as he pulls up his shirt like he knows exactly what he’s doing. A lean frame built for stamina. He plays with sensation until you're a trembling wreck. Edging. Teasing. He wants tears. Wants whimpers. Wants to push you to the edge and leave you hanging there, desperate. “I want to see how long you can last before you’re begging me to stop making you feel so good it hurts.”

“May I request a word with you, my King? Lady Jairah, you may join us as well.” Jester nodded without hesitation. “Of course.” He was still smiling, drunk on happiness. After all, he had waited his whole life for this—his mate. Now, he would protect her with his life. Together, they followed Alpha Henderson down the corridor until they stopped before a large double door. The moment they reached it, Jester froze. His chest tightened, his heart pounding fast, too fast. Unease stirred deep inside him. His wolf Shawn was practically clawing to get out.