Jett R34 Novels & Stories

Jade begged. "I'm too exhausted to watch him 24/7 to keep him from cheating on me until he wakes up. If he ever does. I’ve got to get out of here, and besides, I sent Ryder a text. He's sending an escort." Jess replied. Jade got the prospects to load all her things in her SUV. Then they went and sat on the couch in the main room to wait on her escort to arrive. Bear, Jett, Axel, and a couple others walk into the clubhouse and went to the bar. Jess won't look at him. Her heart has shattered into a million pieces.

Kneeling over his torso, she punched him several times in his face. “I'm a tigress, you're a dog. Who's the weak one now?” Jade said as she unbuckled the belt around her neck and wrapped his with it. Once he was panting for his life and groaning in pain at the same time, she felt satisfied. She stood up from him at stared him over. His nose was bleeding and his face was boldly bruised. With the belt on his neck, he looked like a fight dog battered by a bigger opponent.

There was only enough time I could hold to keep them preoccupied. Where the hell is our backup? “I mean, I’m not even sweating,” Jett further pushed his buttons. He landed a solid blow to one of them, knocking them out. “You call this an ambush?” He laughed. I went behind him. He immediately understood when he saw me catching my breath and blinking repeatedly. He became more aggressive and received blows from me. “You’ll stop yapping when you’re tired,” was the man’s pathetic reply. “Jett Rios, I can’t believe you’re just here in Norway enjoying an aquarium after years of hiding.”

Even after so many years, it fucking hurts! “I ran away like a coward!” “And you didn’t want to compete for the Beta position.” Azraiel adds. He remembers being so angry at Theo. Azraiel lost his father and Matt lost both his parents. As a trio, they were told right from childhood that Theo would become his Beta and Matt the Gamma. They were groomed to be the rank holders. But after the attack, Theo left. The night after the attack he bailed on them. They tried contacting him for hours but all they received was a text that he was safe and they shouldn’t worry about him and that he would be back before the ceremony in which Azraiel would be declared as the Alpha.

Ralph said. “Next time, do not wear too much make-up, because natural beauty is better than make-up,” Ralph added. The date remained silent. Again, they’re not holding hands while walking… Ralph is walking ahead of her. She’s just following him… His face is frowning the whole time they’re walking. *** The following day, Jette is so busy meeting deadlines. She got some internet problem at home so she went outside and rented a Computer Shop. When she finished doing the deadline, she opened her F******k Account to lighten up the ambiance and the feeling.

His gaze delves into mine, burning with intensity. "I don't do charity, Ms. Carter," he asserts, stepping back. I release the tight hold on my chest, finally inhaling deeply after nearly a minute of breathlessness. I shoot him a glare. Why did he have to do that? "Those men pursuing you won't relent until they've bled you dry, Ms. Carter. They're sharks for a reason. Your life seems to be quite the mess. I could refuse to pay you altogether, but I'm feeling generous. Isn't that sufficient?" Jett's lips curve into a smirk. "Don't push too hard, or you might not enjoy it when I demand interest."

The door swung open and they turned to see who it was. There was Jett in a brown t-shirt with a black jacket and a black pair of trousers, his eyes fixed on his phone as he typed leisurely. "Okay. I heard there was a shelf situation," he started to say, his fingers still busy and his eyes on his phone. "I hope someone died or is in a major coma because that would be the only justifiable reason for me to have been dragged out of my work, just to fly down here, all the way from Utia."

Travis Scott and his cronies were standing near the steps, his arm slung over Beth’s shoulder. “Hey Beth,” Jett said with a wink as I pulled the front doors open. “Hey Jett,” she said and looked down as Travis stiffened next to her. “Looking good, damn girl, when did you get so hot?” Jett asked her. “Keep walking Jett,” Travis said clearly irritated. “Call me,” Jett said and winked at Beth again as she giggled and then we were inside the building. Jett whistled as he walked past us and nodded at a few people as he made his way over to his locker. He’d gained the first point for us in pissing Travis off by flirting with his girlfriend and I knew it was just a matter of time before Travis reta

Rexton grabbed my hair, pulling my head back so I could see the video of him hammering into me from behind. "Open that mouth for me, yesss, just like that," Jett hissed, stepping in front of me. He was already hard, a thick, pulsing vein running down the length of his cock. He didn't wait for my consent. He shoved himself past my lips, his hips slamming against my chin. I gagged, my eyes watering as the tip of him reached deep into my throat. I could see the digital version of myself doing the exact same thing on the screen.

"Did Jax mention anything to you about an underground place for safety?" "Hold on, let me think." "Slow turd," Cage said blithely. "Wait, are you Cage Harrison?" One of the girls gasped. "Yes?" Cage responded sounding unsure. "Oh my gosh," the girls squealed except for Emma. "If you're him, then that Zharn is the Beta." "Yup," I replied. "What's your name and your twin in front?" I could sense their gazes averted to me even in the dark.