Jett X Mga Nobela at Kwento

Finally, Jett stopped in front of the pack house, his army of creatures on their four stopping behind him and with satisfaction, he watched as they ran out of the house. They: Xavier, Arthur, Stefan, and Autumn, while Riyan and the rest of his circle stood behind them. How perfect! "Hello!" Jett waved, his eyes taking in their stupefied faces, going through one at a time, the look of betrayal was most satisfactory but when his gaze finally stopped on Alpha Xavier, he got nothing, his eyes held nothing, his expression was equally blank but Jett did not care, not when victory was crawling up his veins. "What did you do to my men?" Xavier's cold voice polled and Jett laughed out, his amber eyes

Guess it isn’t every day that they have guests from other packs over for dinner. “Theo, Brooke, these are my sisters,” Jax says nonchalantly, tossing a thumb in their direction and naming them off in order. “Jade, Jenna, and Juliet.” “I totally see the resemblance,” Juliet marvels, her eyes flickering between Theo and I. “Jaxy, how the hell did you miss that?”

Thud. The sound of flesh colliding with something heavy. I pushed the door open. The noise echoed clearer inside. Punch. Punch. Punch. Relentless. I stepped in further, my eyes lifting— And there he was. Second floor. Behind the wide glass panel. Jaxon. Shirtless. Sweat slicking down his back, dripping off his jaw. Bandages wrapped carelessly around his knuckles — already stained. His morning wounds barely treated. His movements weren’t controlled.

“He gave me you. What a strange way to show me his disdain.” Our arms brushed lightly. He was so warm, so tall, so strong. With his stubble and the square jaw and sharp cheekbones, he was the epitome of manliness. I’d always considered myself a girl who’d go for the ballet dancer type, the nerd with glasses, the sophisticated chess player. I had been so very wrong because Jaxon’s body hit all the right buttons. My eyes lingered on the Famiglia tattoo on his chest, right over his heart. Born in Blood, Sworn in Blood

As Jett nodded his approval, the Beta retreated to his spot by the nearby tree. I could feel the heat of Jett's annoyance now as he stepped closer. Then he began, "I, Alpha Jett of the Night Storm, reject you-" A cold breeze zinged past us, brushing past my ear and stopping him in mid sentence. My eyes were quick to follow the sound only to find a thick, sharp object flying past. It drove into the tree right next to me. What happened next was like a movie. Jett dove for me all of a sudden, shielding me with his large body as another long dart-like object flew our way. I heard his jacket ripped before it landed beside us on the ground.

The Alpha smiled as he stood up from his seat walking slowly towards me. "I..." I shuttered not knowing what to say seeing the Alpha walk towards me. "Evelyn, no need to bother about formalities, just call me Ethan." The Alpha smiled immediately when he got to me. "I...." I shuttered feeling rather confused wondering why the Alpha was acting rather strangely. Did he fall in love with me at first sight or what the hell was happening?

-Day Thirteen, Wednesday "Stay in bed with me..." Jaxon groaned, grabbing Juliette's hips. She laughed and fell back into the bed. She was in a good mood from not having a single nightmare last night. And Jaxon seemed to be in a pretty good mood as well. "I have class," Juliette giggled, rolling over so she was on top of Jaxon. He watched her with amusment, his silver eyes alight with excitment. "And the Alpha King shouldn't be the one keeping me from school," Juliette stated, tracing her finger down Jaxon's strong jawline. He was really handsome, even in the morning. His fluffy black hair, as dark as obsidian, his silver eyes, so bright and luminious.

-Just turned 19 -Born in Black Oak Pack -Mother Deceased, No Father Listed on Birth Certificate -Entered TRTC at age 15 -Completed Highschool Education And BS in Accounting at the same time No major leads there. The lack of family history is a bit peculiar. Immediately after his mother's death, he showed up at TRTC with the Black Oaks Alpha….. Alpha Raymond dropping him off personally. Why does that name sound familiar? I mind linking Jace to see if he’s free. I need his digital tracking and hacking skills. “Bro, you free to come over to my room?” “You’re not my type” he responds.

"Come on, let's not prejudge. Let's assess the situation and then decide. If we prejudge the worst, even though the situation isn't bad, in everyone's eyes, we'll be the ones who are the antagonists." Xander couldn't take it anymore. He pulled Jonas's legs up and grabbed his waist, holding him tightly in his lap. He kissed Jonas's face passionately. "I'm the luckiest man in the world," Xander whispered against Jonas's neck. "Hm? Why? Did you win the lottery?" Jonas whispered back. "This is bigger and bigger than any lottery," Xander said, nibbling behind Jonas's ear. "It's you and Jordan." "Ugh, babe, no," Jonas moaned, feeling desire to fill his body. "Our flight's tomorrow—"

I patted his little head and ruffled his hair a little. I dropped my bag and provided a granola bar which I handed over to him. "Thank you,” he said full of smiles. I smiled back in return and nodded twice. "I'm Wayne,” Black dude said and extended his hand for a shake. "I'm Richard,” said taking his hand, “Richard Williams of the United States Special Forces at your service" I added military like, standing at attention. A gasp escaped Nick's mouth as he looked at me with surprise written all over his face. Yeah, the show wasn’t necessary, but I felt a necessity to make the environment more fun.