Joe Jonas Fan Fiction Novels & Stories

He paused and heaved a deep sigh. "If you had ever been in love, you would have known how it feels. I know you will fight for what's yours till the end of times, Luciano. That's what I'm going to do,for my mate.She's mine and I'm going to fight for her,for us."Jonas said and I felt determination in his voice. What did he just say? Does he think that I saved Hazel just like that?I'm in love with her. I don't know how it happened, all I know is that I'm in love with her.

He gathered what remained of his warriors, many of whom had put down their aggression the moment the light had appeared, the way animals became still in the presence of something greater than themselves, and he turned east toward Silvercrest, and he did not look back. Jonas came to find me before they left. He was a quiet man, Darius's Beta, with a greyish quality that came from years of managing an Alpha whose decisions created consequences Jonas had to help clean up. He stood at the edge of the Dark Moon territory line and looked at me with an expression that was apologetic in a way that went beyond the current situation. "I wanted you to know," he said, "that some of us knew what you were

For a moment he felt completely real again. Then he slowly retreated. Not physical. Like someone who is torn away from a current. He leaned his forehead against her. “I believe...” His voice stopped. A weak smile. “...in any life we would have done it.” Mara cried openly now. “Maybe we can still do it.” Jonas just closed his eyes. Then he said the sentence that was in her forever: “Maybe this was already life here.” One last breath. One last look. Then he fell apart.

Jonas stares at me like I’ve committed a crime he doesn’t have language for. “You’ve made yourself a target,” he says. “I already was.” “You won’t survive what comes next.” “Neither will your system,” I reply. “Not like this.” For the first time, Jonas looks old and really cornered. “You think you won,” he says. “I think I ended you,” I correct. He straightens anyway. Pride hardening him. “The Custodians are more than one man.” “I know,” I say. “That’s why this doesn’t end here.”

He was mine to kill, mine to destroy. "And as for you, alpha," elder Jonas said to me, laughing, "I'll leave you to the hands of your finest warrior," Elder Jonas said. From the cloudy smoke oozing out of the burning chairs and roofs, the head of warriors of my pack, Joe, emerged. He was with a sword, slowly advancing toward me. "Even you, Joe, you dare betray me!" I snarled. "I don't find alongside an alpha with a weak mind, no matter how much physical power you have," Joe said.

"I heard you moved away from the pack. After returning from my studies abroad, I went to find you right away but learned that you'd been out with a human and had left Elyon heartbroken. Fortunately, he's found Xena now, his mate who helped heal his heart. At least that's what I've been told." The way he puts it, Jonas has a knack for dramatizing words so much that the original text becomes unrecognizable. His talent is now fully showcased. I can't be upset with him, instead, I end up laughing heartily. "Did you hear those exact words, is that what you made of it? In any case, I didn’t flee with a human, instead, after Elyon let me down, I ran straight into his arms." We continued dancing as

Wow, I didn’t know Jonas hired crybabies to guard his territory. With trembling hands, they open the door for me and I am greeted by a slightly exasperated Jonas in a fluffy white bathrobe. His hairy chest is peppered with confetti and he’s got nothing but his birthday suit on underneath. A naked brunette stands behind him nibbling his earlobe. It doesn't take a rocket scientist to know that she’s high on crack.

Oh my ghad. "I told you to not pop up out nowhere like that" I told him as I helped him up. Jonas held onto his side with one hand and the other was holding a denim jacket. "I was just trying to cover you with the jacket" he explained with a groan I laughed. "And see where that got you?" I said. He chuckled. I looked at him up and down. He was wearing a white printed shirt, black jeans and black shoes. "Why are you even here? Aren't you busy with the fansign preparations?" I asked him.

Are you sure you still want your fists to be crunchy? Jonas says and If there is something about Dane, he will be not them back because of how he doesn't listen to simple instructions and how he believes he can cross over everything and do almost anything that he thinks he can do. “The look in Joans is eyes is one that is very serious.” It shows that he's not kidding. And he's not playing with this threat but Dane doesn't back out of it. Jonas continues to smile and pretend like all of this is nothing short of a joke to him. This is not a joke.

Jonas’s eyebrows shot up, then he barked out a surprised laugh—quiet, so it wouldn’t carry through the stacks. I glared at him. “I’m serious.” He pressed his lips together, trying (and failing) to hide the grin. “Okay, okay. Sorry.” He cleared his throat. “Addicted how?” I glanced around—making sure no one was close—then leaned in, voice dropping even lower. “I’ve been having these… dreams. For the past two nights. Really intense ones. And it’s not just Cassian in them. It’s Noah too. Sometimes both. At the same time.”