Joe Jonas Fanfics Novels & Stories

The dorm room was quiet, eerily so. Only the low hum of the old fan and the occasional shuffle from the hallway filled the silence. Rafael stared at his phone, Jonas' message glowing back at him like a taunt. "Out late tonight. Don't wait up. Lock the door, I've got my keys." Attached was a group photo, taken in poor lighting, but clear enough. Jonas was smiling, standing too close to Lars. The guy's arm casually draped behind him. Like it belonged there.

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.”

Jessy stared, “What? Why am I the one being bullied?” “Hahaha, you know. So, don’t mess with me. Because I have a loyal defender,” Nayla put her arm around Fanny’s shoulder. The blonde girl just smiled widely. “Fan, I have the latest photo of Jojo, you know. Are you sure you don’t want to?” Jessy whispered in Fanny’s ear. Now, Fanny’s eyes sparkled with joy. For a long time, she had liked a guy named Jojo. “Sorry, Nay. It’s true what Jessy said, Nayla stinks,” said Fanny quickly. Hurrying to hug Jessy, “Jessy smells better,” she smiled as she winked at Jessy.

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.

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.

If he will see her wet, he will know that they did something they shouldn't have done. Jonas tells Anna to stay a little bit longer near the lake, to get a little bit dry and admire the moon. Anna agrees. While they were gauging at the moon, Anna notices that her dick is really hard for the first time in her life. Jonas notices too and thinks that it is time to get her to Dark as he won't be able to say no to Anna and will have sex with her badly. He takes her hand and leads her to the cottage. Arrived at the door, Jonas takes Anna by her hand and admits that he is not the chosen one, but that it was a true honor and pleasure to meet her and be with her like that for a short while, and that

he says, winking and looking at me again for a split second. Jagger lets out an exasperated sigh, moving his free hand through his hair. “She is a lot prettier than you’re ugly face, I don’t know what she is doing with you,” Jonas says and I can’t help but laugh at his words as he looks at me over his shoulder and Jagger’s grip on my hand tightens a little. “You better shut the fuck up; he doesn’t look like he can take your lame-ass jokes right now,” Ghost says, and Jonas shrugs. “It’s a warning; we don’t want you crying like a baby,” Ghost says, and Jonas looks at him, frowning.

Josephine POV. My life in this prison cell I call a house is a never-ending nightmare. A constant reminder of the shackles of Iron that binds me to a man I despised. Since after the marriage, I have received slaps for nothing. It's as though Thwane Clark derives joy from hurting women. He rarely touches me, the last time he did, he didn't last for two minutes. I mean how can he, when all he does is to eat junk that only harms his sexual well-being?

"That Mireille bitch better be a key to bringing Dante down to his knees." Jonas had a straight face on but he doubted that anything could bring Dante to his knees. Even if Dante eventually took a special liking to Mireille, Dante was a cold hearted bastard and still would not bow down. He would probably just leave Mireille to die and get himself another woman to satisfy whatever Mireille was currently satisfying him with. Jonas's phone buzzed in his pocket with a message and noticing that Mark had his face buried in the papers once again, Jonas walked out of the office.

“Give us one moment, Jonas. Don’t go anywhere.” He shut the door before picking me up to carry me to the living room, where he deposited me on the couch, before he started to pace back and forth with his arms behind his back. “Please tell me that I’m wrong, Naomi, but is Jonas the guy that Tom fell in love with?” he asked. I sighed, but nodded. “Yes.” “But Jonas isn’t gay,” he said slowly. “Are you sure about that?” I asked grumpily.