Nia Jax Ethnicity Novels & Stories

"Let me out and handle this. You're a good for nothing when it comes to romance." "Shut up. I don't want you to scare him away. I need to talk to him first." "He's a half breed." Jax pointed out when he was within touch, "I can sense his wolf." "It doesn't matter." I said. Jax rolled her eyes at me. "Of course it doesn't! I was just saying! We'd love him even if he was a trybrid of witch, vampire, and werewolf!" I ignored her for the time being and let myself relax a little.

Nicklaus said looking out through the window. "Am a Hybrid". She said and Nicklaus paused turning to her. "You're a half werewolf, half vampire?". He asked. She chuckled but seized when are saw Nicklaus stern look... "Um sorry, my mom is from Korea and my Dad America". Jai Mi said. "Cool... Hybrid indeed, seems i found who i need to find my way through this city". Nicklaus said with a wicked smile. "What do you mean... I thought...". "Keep quiet Jai Mi".

He sighed, "Listen Jax, I'm just having some fun. This opportunity only comes once, I don't think that I will ever come back to Italy again so loosen up dude. We're going back to Brooklyn in few days." "Not Brooklyn, we're going back to New Orleans. That's where our families are not New York, got that?" Jax frowned. "And when are you going to stop sleeping around, Alex? You're turning twenty five in few weeks but you're still behaving like a teenager, grow up. This room literally smells like séx." Jaxon said scrunching his nose with an irritated look on his face. Alex sighed deeply pinching the bridge of his nose. "I'm not going back to New Orleans, Jax. I'm going to Brooklyn, that's where m

Once seated, Lennie overviewed the purpose of the Hive. A tall, skinny male with shaggy brown hair and brown eyes stared at me with a blank expression as he sat across from me. His faded band t-shirt and jeans looked wrinkled as if he hadn't had any sleep in days. If I had to guess, that was Jax.

We shake hands but he flings back as if he was struck by lightning, I could literally see the skin on his face vibrating. “Likewise, so What brings you all the way to New Orleans?” I smile at the mere thought of telling him my story, he would probably think I'm bonkers or something. “A wild dream about the jazz festival lad, now what has you been following strangers in the woods young Alpha?” Releasing a low chuckle he takes a step closer, I remain unmoved by his attempts to intimidate me, “just keeping my territory safe from discovery. My friends call me Jax.”

Lake looked at me from up and down and chuckled, “No offense, Amara. Bu' you're too yellah to be from tawrids. Niju natives are usually from laguna aw azure, righ'?” “Oh but,” I run through my mind of an excuse I could use. Once decided, I scratch my cheek and smile brightly. “Someone I know was from there and when I needed a place to go, they offered. Anyway, what do you have here? I’m with someone and we’re looking for something to snack on. Maybe some nuts and water?”

Ethan’s Father said, as he gestured towards a table, reserved for us. Ethan brought out a chair for me and I mumbled a ‘thanks’, taking my seat. He took his seat beside me with his parents on the other side and his sister to my left. "You said, you’re from Nigeria dear?" his father asked me, as curiosity flashed in his eye. "Yes sir" I answered with a smile, trying to be respectful. "Oh, call me Ryder, my dear. What did you come to New York for?" Mr. White asked. "Well, I'm here for my master’s degree program," I answered truthfully.

“Javan?” “Yeah, man.” Ethan laughed. Javan never really talked in his native tone. “What are you doing back in Jamaica?” “Trying to hide from my future wife.” Ethan coughed and sat up. “What? You’re getting married?” “Not if you can help a brother out. Please tell me you need some help. I can do all your dirty work. I’ll even run and get you coffee. Just get me the hell away from my parents’ meddling ways.”

Before they finally settled down here in Chicago. They are from an endless line of dark-skinned Native Americans. The Creek Tribe! My mom’s family are all mixed up. They are part of the light-skinned Choctaw Tribe, also Irish and African. Seeing us walk in. They all looked up, stunned. I see them sniff the air deeply. They gasp, their eyes go wide with shock. They gaze bewildered at each other. My heart is beating so fast right now. I know I have to tell them about us now. But a part of me sort of feels like they have a clue as to why we are here. By how they’re looking at us right now. I greet them shyly, smiling nervously. I wave. “Hey, y’all..”

They were his family - just some of the very few of the people in his life that he really and truly cared for. There was the Hispanic family cook, Mariana, and then their family driver, Salim, who was Somalian and a muslim. They would tell Jesse their individual stories about their struggles as first-generation immigrants - in New York, nonetheless. And how hard it was to break through the constant challenges of diversity.