Nia Jax Ethnicity Novels & Stories

“Didn’t some of the squad head down there yesterday?” “They did,” Jax replies, swallowing a mouthful of chicken and rice. “About half of them. We’ll follow next week with the other half.” “I’ve seen some of the Denver wolves around town,” Jax’s mom muses as she pushes a piece of asparagus around her plate. “Our pack is housing quite a few of them.” Dad nods. “Ours too.”

All of which were noticed by Nexus. Jaxon, who did not give a damn about other’s people, did not even glance at them. His eyes still pinned on either OR 1 or OR 2. Yet he still continued, “That is a very rare blood you know. Apparently, only 1 out of tens of thousands got this kind of blood type. The rare Bombay Blood.”

“The last client just walked out a few minutes ago. It’s lights out downstairs now.” “Good. Thanks, Jax.” “Yeah,” he replied then glanced at me. “Is this the newbie?” Sahid frowned at him. “She’s my guest, Jax. Good night.” “Yeah,” he said and hurried away. “Who’s that?” I asked. “That’s Jax. He works for me and he’s been here almost as long as I have been. His mother was one of my mother’s girls. She died of a terrible illness when Jax and I were little boys. My mother kept him here and raised him like a nephew.”

Having said that, Jordan said again, “Of course, it’s not just our Oskian compatriots who are in this situation. In truth, people from other countries are also facing similar problems.” After pausing for a moment, Jordan explained, “As you know, the United States is a country of immigrants, so the composition of the population here is very complex. There are many ethnic minorities, and there are often two extremes to these ethnic minorities due to the new arrivals and language barrier.”

New york had no gray area for sane people, it was very much more divided between Crazy rich people who did almost anything for money, to big tech boys, to i***a models who all they did was sleep with old successful men with dirty money, to politician kids who were living their best lives. Now there was no gray area to fix people like us, people who worked long shifts on legit jobs and had to go through the smelly stinking subways sometimes when gas became too much of an expense to pay for. We always got ruled out along with the poor who weren't educated or worked minimal jobs all day to keep up with the daily shit life of NYC. "Hello??" Mrs Garcia called out with a rich tone of english with

“Let’s all go sit down “. He offered as he set off for the couch in the corner of the room. “Just talk. Tell us about yourself, we’ll tell you about ourselves “. The two others threw themselves down on the beanbags and Finn sat tentatively on the edge of the couch clasping his hands together awkwardly in his laps. “I’ll start “. Jax offered. “So um, my name is Jax Monroe, I’m in my second year here and i’m from Leicester. Finn nodded along looking up from where he had been staring at his hands. Now that he listened, he could pick up a faint accent slipping through his practiced dialect. “I’ve been into contemporary dance since I was around ten. But I also do hip pop and a couple other things

Jax's Point of View My mind was in utter shock in what I had just had witnessed. A woman had just made her way into my office and out of it with total sass. She blatantly called me deaf and walked out. She called me JAX PHOENIX MARTINEZ slow in the head. She clearly doesn't have any clue in who I was. But something about her stood out. Besides her feisty and sassy attitude, she had dark melanin brown skin. She was clearly mixed race as she had the Sicilian hazel eyes just like sweet honey.

" Si" " where are you from?" she takes to step closer to me, and Jace is still dumbstruck. "Well, madam, my late dad is a Mexican man who his father disowned because he fell in love with an American woman. That's who I am. I'm a Latino-American." I held Jace's arm. He was staring at me none stop. "Oh, What's the name of your father, if I may ask?" that was all that left Jace's mom's mouth. Her face was all tomato red, and her arm pulled the hem of her blouse.

“Thanks, dad, for holding everything together while we’re gone, we should be back Sunday night.” “No problem son, just go find your mate and try to have a good time.” He gives me a slap on the back, and I climb inside, and low and behold John is already strapped into his seat and ready to go. “Finally, Jax, let’s get out of here.” “Yea, yea man I know, I’m here so we can go now. Fuck man don’t get your panties in a twist.” “I don’t wear panties man, half the time dude I don’t wear anything, it’s easier for the ladies.” This dude I swear has no filter.

Had he even taken the time to rest while he was busy running himself ragged cleaning up Zeke’s mess? I continued to be amazed at Jax’s thoughtfulness, yet at this point I should not have been surprised when he asked me how I had felt about staying in the South a little longer. It was an amazing feeling to know that Luna had chosen a mate for me that considered my feelings. Further, I was shocked to learn that Jax was not aware that I had come from the Northern Province, but I guess it really should not have surprised me the more that I thought about it. He was a well-known alpha. Of course, I would know who he was, and where he came from. Whereas with me, Zeke did his damnedest to keep every