Jonaxx Stories Novels & Stories

QUINN I’m not sure what’s worse- Jax embarrassing the crap outta me while I was topless with my hand down his pants, or the fact that I can’t even vent to my girlfriends about it. My first reflex was to go to Kyla, but she’s got a lot going on right now; it doesn’t feel right to unload on her about a hookup story. Because that’s all it was- a quick, sleazy hookup in the front seat of Jax’s truck. This isn’t a love story. Hell, at this moment, it isn’t even a ‘like’ story.

Alexandria I never thought that being intimate with Jaxson could feel so perfect and so…. amazing, there isn’t a word good enough to describe it. After we spent the afternoon together in our spot, we headed back to my house to tell my parents about our plan to head back to his pack, James, Jackie, and Stacy have been dealt with and Annie and I have our mates and we want to get to our new pack and start a life together with her and John. Me and Jaxson, I’m excited about getting there and meeting everyone. I’m ready to meet his parents and his closest friends and anxious to see what I’m going to be doing. I know I’m going to need to figure out something to complete my schooling. Jaxson was ver

Jaxon has crouched down to his level — the same instinct he showed on the Manhattan sidewalk, the immediate, unconsidered move to meet a child where they are — and he is looking at Zion with an expression I cannot fully read from here but which has something arrested in it, something that has stopped moving. "I am," Jaxon says. "And you are?" "Zion Kingsley," Zion says, with the gravity of a small person introducing themselves at a formal occasion. He extends his hand. Jaxon shakes it. Slowly. His eyes do not leave Zion's face. "Nice to meet you, Zion," he says, and his voice is perfectly steady and I know him well enough to know what that steadiness is costing him. "My mummy works here," Zi

When Knox finally falls asleep during the tenth episode of a TV show, I’m not surprised to hear a creek outside my bedroom door. Knox has fallen asleep curled up next to me, his arms wrapped around my waist, his small snores gently tickling my ear. Jaxon pushes my bedroom door open, his eyes rolling into the top of his head at the sight before him. “I’m not sure I’ll ever get used to seeing my mentor like a love sick puppy.” His face makes a disgusted expression before moving into a soft smile. “What do you want?” I grunt back at him, not particularly keen to see him at the moment.

There was no way she would've stopped caring about him. While eating, Anna asked Connor to accompany her to an auction. "This auction only happens once every five years, Connor. The last item up for auction is the Pearl of the Merpeople. I hear it costs a fortune! Come on. Take me there so that I can broaden my horizons." "There's no such thing as merpeople, Annie," Connor said somewhat helplessly. "The auctioneers are just using that to trick people." "I don't care. You're coming with me!" Anna immediately cajoled.

He grinned, wiggling his fingers mysteriously. “It’s called ‘Story Fingers.’ You take turns telling a story, but here’s the catch—you can only speak one sentence at a time, and you have to include a finger count with each sentence. For example, I start with ‘One fox ran across the river,’ and then you continue with two of something happening, and so on. It gets tricky, and hilarious, especially after a few rounds.” Jaiyana laughed, already intrigued. “Sounds… complicated. But fun. Okay, I’m in.”