Nia Jax Ethnicity Novels & Stories

he said smugly. “You cheeky little shit! Last night was NOT a date. I don’t even consider today a date, but I’ll bite. I’m from New York,” I lied. “I love sushi, my favorite color is white, and I love to read and run.” “I figured you loved white, and it looks great on you.” “Thanks!” I replied while biting my bottom lip, I could feel my face burning from embarrassment. But the mere action earned me a grunt from Jax.

Levi asked. "No, I meant I like the name," she replied. "If it's a boy, we can name one of the twins Jaxon. Who is he anyway, and why does he deserve a golden ticket to a small town soirée where the mob will likely hold us hostage if they don't shoot us dead?" Levi laughed, slapping his thigh as he threw his head back. She really wasn't going to let him live down his premature wedding invitation to Andrei. "Jax is a good friend. His family owns Lawson Property Group. We all grew up together—me, Liam and his cousins, Andrei and his twin and Jax. But we haven't seen him in a while."

"Or anywhere on the West Coast. My mom was pretty broke when I was a kid, and my dad wasn't around, so our vacations were cheap townie beach towns." I swallow. Professional means not oversharing. "Sorry. I didn't mean to tell you all that." But Jax doesn't look annoyed. "No, it's fine. I hadn't traveled much either before hockey. Growing up in Maine, even getting to the nearest airport was a long drive." "It's kind of strange, suddenly being someone who travels with an NHL team. I've been trying to act like I'm not fazed, but it's all new." "I'll look out for you." His jaw ticks. "I mean, the whole team will. You ever need anything, you tell me. All right?"

Jacob and his wife Maizy have a little boy named Jax who’s six. They settled here in Frankford and Jacob works as a lawyer at his dad’s firm. Jacob met Maizy in college and feels in love with her right away. Jacob was always the least promiscuous of all of us, so for him to settle down made sense. Maizy has made a great addition to the group since she doesn’t put up with any of our crap. She is the first to tell us if we are being jerks and doesn’t care how we take it.

It’s a really beautiful place as the California sunshine rose higher in the sky that morning. We are composed of six winners with different personalities and nationalities. The first guy named Brandon Cruz who is a model and baseball player with Hispanic Filipino mixed blood. Next, the twin brothers Isaac and Philip Jackson. They are both rich and comes from a family of entrepreneurs in Michigan. Then, one was a middle-aged man named Arthur McGregor and soon he will become the father of his first son. Followed by a teenage-looking geek pretty girl named Mandy Shucklefield and she looks like a Chinese-American but I’m sure based on my hunch that she’s a freaking bright girl. Lastly, it was me

culty commune. our pack has over two thousand members, most of the members live in cottages all around the gold moon pack territory but my family,lives on the third floor of the pack house my parents and my little brother Jaxon or as I call him, Jax, have a suite for them and I have my own suite, pretty sure my parents gave it to me when I turned sixteen so they didn't have to deal with me and my friends waking up jaxon. Jax is 6years old now and he's already so strong and so smart. I can tell he will be an excellent alpha. he looks like my dad except where dad's hair is black and straight Jax's hair is black and curly like my mom's and where dad has green eyes Jax has mom's blue eyes as fo

I used to be pudgy and plump. Once we parked at Applebee’s, I didn’t wait for Tyler to open my door. I got out and headed for the door. I know it seemed kind of stupid of me to be pouting, but I didn’t want him or Katie to see me with jealousy written on my face. My eyes got really dark gray, almost like storm clouds when my emotions go on overdrive. Whether it be me upset, or jealous, or angry. When I was in a good mood or just normal, they were a light shade of gray, almost with hints of blue and green. I blame half my heritage. My grandpa was from Poland. That’s where my fair skin and light eyes come from. The other part of me is Japanese, and also Spanish and Native American, Cherokee to

Several times Jaxon put on an angry face, to which Dane replied equally angry. "This is the job of the police, so you can’t interfere, Jaxon. Do you think we don't know about the previous two women?" Jaxon looked at Dane angrily. "You don't know what you're dealing with, more precisely who. These people are not ordinary people. They could destroy this city in an instant, do you want that to happen?” Dane was born and raised in Denver and Jaxon knew the police officer didn't want Denver to become a dead city just because they were at war openly with Famiglia.

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.

Jax questions, now seemingly lost in his own thoughts. I laugh slightly at his questions. “You do realise I was way too small to remember these things, right? I’m sure I had way other things in mind at that age to have known what pack I was in. From the fraction of memories, I do know for sure, though, that my parents weren’t white. My mom’s fur was a lighter shade, I think, but definitely not white.” “Of course. What a stupid question. But we’ll make sure, our pups will always know what pack they’re in,” Jax squeezes me into him and my heart starts racing at him mentioning our future babies so casually as if it was so obvious we are going to have some.