Joe Jonas Fanfics Novels & Stories

He reminded me of someone overexcited about an upcoming happy event. Jonas: You know, when I told my partner that the Crown Prince was bringing his Luna to me today, he was green with envy. So, I had to explain to him, over and over again, that the relationship between Alex and me was purely platonic, that there was nothing romantic about it… Unable to contain myself any longer, I burst out laughing. Jonas looked at me, smiling, and I could feel Xander's pride in our bond. Jonas: So, let's see what we're going to do… you look magnificent, truly. We'll use very light makeup. Your skin is beautiful… and I'll help you take care of it. Do you have a good moisturizer?

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.

“You know, you're no match for me, Jonas. You're just a whiny coward. Your parents even left you because they were fed up with you. You are a disgrace to the family.” “Stop all that nonsense. My parents are very proud of me.” "You love your own sister. Even when you were only ten years old, you snuck into Anastasia's room and tried to fondle her body. You end up in the psychiatrist's office a week later." Jonas's heart skipped a beat. Memories from years ago that he had forgotten were forced into his brain. He had long forgotten his love for Anastasia. He managed to fuel that sexual desire by studying and doing other things so his brain wouldn't create lewd images of Anastasia.

“My prince, I have locked the…” I turned to him sharply, and he nearly fell over in fright. "You felt it, didn't you? Tell me that you felt it. Tell me that you could feel how strong and overwhelming that bastard’s aura was. Tell me that I'm not imagining it.” Jonas cowered in fear, and I could see my glassy blue eyes reflecting his dark brown ones. His lips trembled, and I waited for him to answer. My eyes narrowed in on him every second he wasted my precious time.

Reminiscing the past now would be a distraction for me now. "I'm done. Do you like it?" Jonas says and turns my chair towards the mirror. "Jonas, you outdid yourself. Who would have thought that a big, bad, scowling wolf would know how to tap into his feminine side? I never would have thought." "Are you pulling my legs, Lisa?" I could tell I was hurting his ego. He was ever the Alpha male. "What surprise is next, Jonas? Do you wear bikinis too?" The look on his face was priceless and I burst into laughter, nearly falling out of the chair. Jonas's mouth hung open, I was being to think that I had teased him into shock.

Katrine’s POV: I cried out as I came, shattering around him, nails digging into his back. And as I clenched around him, he groaned… deep and raw, and spilled inside me, hips jerking, arms locking around my waist as he emptied himself into me. When I looked at Jonas he was staring at me like I was the only thing in the world that mattered to him. I leaned in, brushing his sweaty hair off his forehead, placing a kiss there. I let my fingers slide across his chest, tracing the tight lines of muscle, following the rhythm of his breathing.

“Could have been us who left the impression. Take your ego down a notch.” Elias grinned, his dimple deep. “Seriously? Are you serious right now?” “This is not about you!” Darius shouted with mock-anger. Thalia started laughing. His gaze landed on her. “This is our turn.” “Well, let’s get started or Jonas here will need a tissue for the amount of snot that’s building up.” Donald called out. Everyone turned to look at Jonas who covered his face. “You’re a mean man!” he said through a stifled sob. He looked pretty freaking cute all dolled up like that with eyes matching his dress. “I just love a non-conventional wedding. Sue me!”

At our class reunion, my so-called best friend, Shannon Drew, pulled out a box stuffed with folded notes. A line was taped across the top— [Draw one of Mia Martinez's hopeless-romantic quotes.] The room burst out laughing. Someone pulled a love letter I'd written to Damien Byford senior year. "Damien smiled at me today. I want to give him all my tomorrows, too." Someone else grabbed one from college. "It's okay if he doesn't text back. He'll think of me when he's not busy." Damien had never replied to a single letter. I'd always figured he'd tossed them years ago. Then Shannon drew letter No. 99. Leaning against Damien, she laughed as she read, "If you ever decide you don't want m

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

He merely clamped his mouth shut. Frida’s curiosity grew. “Are you her family?” Jonas remained silent, still refusing to answer. “Ah!” Frida's eyes widened slightly, a hint of amusement flickering within them. She smiled and asked again, “Are you her boyfriend?” Jonas’s jaw tightened. At last, he replied, “No, I’m neither of those.” A spark of amusement glimmered in Frida’s eyes and her smile turned playful.