Joe Jonas Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

“They're mourning, Jo.” “Then I need a flight to Moscow.” “No. Nah. Nada. Uh uh. Not from me.” “Come on Malle.” “Seriously, No. You wanna get yourself killed?!!” “I'll be extra careful, now book me a ticket.” “It’s too dangerous, Jo.” “If you don't do it, I'll tell Kai you've been crushing on him since you two met. You even changed his name from Ego's Asshole to—” “Okay, I'll get you your flight.”

And this was just the beginning. The call connected, and Ronny’s voice dropped as he gave the order. “Yeah, we’re on. Get the boys ready.” He hung up, slipping the phone back into his pocket as he leaned against the wall outside the way house. His eyes drifted up to the stars above, barely visible through the haze of city lights in the distance. Soon, this would all be over, and he’d get what he wanted—what Mr. Jonas had promised him. Back inside, Jonas took another drag from his joint, his eyes glinting in the dim light. He hadn’t seen his daughter in years, but that didn’t matter now. The past was the past, and the only thing that mattered was the future—the reckoning that was coming.

In a fit of rage, I hurled the basketball in my hands directly at James. Fate is a funny thing. Sometimes, it’s beautiful; other times, it’s downright cursed. When my parents dragged me along to apologize to James, it turned out our families knew each other. “Oh, look who it is! Little Amy! You’ve grown so much! I remember holding you when you were just a tiny bundle of joy. Do you remember me? Joe?” My dad and James’s dad, Joe Jonas, were best friends back in college. If Joe’s family hadn’t moved overseas to start their business, we might’ve had some kind of childhood betrothal.

If he didn't, he didn't say anything. "Is Brandon going to be here?" I ask. Hoping I would see one more familiar face amongst the sea of strangers I was about to mingle with. "I don't know, Lisa." Jonas sighs. His hand trembles as he reaches for the doorknob. Before he could turn it, I reach for his hand. He stops and looks at me. "It's just your family. They don't bite." I say softly. Jonas smiled for the first time since we entered the valley. "They do. They're wolves."

LISA POV "Tell me again; what do you want me to do?" I asked, my voice trembling. Jonas leaned closer, his breath searing my ear. "It’s simple, really," he murmured. "All you need to do is impersonate Kiara, the beloved of my dear brother, Asher” “What? Are you insane?” I gasped, feeling the blood drain from my face completely, as if I had turned into a ghost. I couldn’t comprehend the depth of Jonas’s hatred for his brother or his desire to destroy him. Their shared past was a dark and tangled mess, brimming with secrets and deception.

He knows who I am, or at least who I’m supposed to be, and I know for sure he is a wolf. ‘It is unusual’ I can’t help but smile as his grip on my throat lessens ‘for a lone wolf to come to our territory, to make it past our borders.’ His eyes dart from side to side. I can’t be alone, can I? The daughter of the Alpha of Crimson Pack, in the woods all by herself. I push him away from me and wrap my arms around myself to brace against the last wind of winter as it blows in from the north. Relief rushes through my body, but I need him to leave, now. If Julius hears about me talking to a strange wolf then we are both going to be dead. ‘I didn’t realise the Alpha’s daughter would be working in som

“He... he approached me. Said we were family. Cousins. Said he only wanted to reclaim Moonveil blood.” I stared at him—cold as winter on the Northern cliffs. Ashmor. Our allies. Our blood. “And you believed him?” I asked, voice razor-thin. “Believed a coward who weaponized history to spark a civil war?” Jonas fell to his knees, trembling. “I was tired of being your shadow. No matter how hard I worked in Moonveil… I was still no one.” I drew a thin silver blade from my belt, pressing it gently against his throat.

He closed the door and dropped the young man horizontally on the bed. Jonas was one of those who did not drink that night. He just cooked all night, and he also didn't like to share thouhts with other people except for Baron, who became close to him. He's often quiet and his face is always serious. So, some of his companions thought that he was always angry. But contrary to their knowledge that, Jonas had once married to the woman he loved so much. Although, she just cheated on him and had another man. That is why he can't help but get angry every time he sees, hears or watches drama series related to cheating or betrayal.

I heard Jonas' voice from the kitchen. I rolled down my hem and walked towards the kitchen. I grabbed an orange fruit from the basket first before I went back to Jonas. "Yes?" I replied. Jonas stood up and went to me. He rubbed his eyes which was reddening. "You sleep again," I told him. "I thought you were going out somewhere," he said, sounding worried. "I'm not going anywhere, Joe." "You weren't on the sofa so I thought something happened." He looked at my hands holding a critrus fruit. "Cravings again?"