Novel & Cerita Nia Jax Ethnicity

“So, how did you guys get together? Were you always a part of the Diana Pack, Hakeem?” “Yeah, I was born there. The Diana Pack is kind of a hodgepodge of cultures, so my family felt right at home, with my dad being from the UAE and my mom being half Cherokee, half black.” “Wow, there’s a lot to unpack there,” I say, shaking my head. “Why are there so many different cultures in your pack? Aren’t there long standing families there? Not many families transfer to packs, do they?”

So far, Jenny and Alexander have only met outside of drinking coffee but have never discussed the offer at that time. She felt comfortable with each other's presence. Maybe because he lives alone in this city and he needs friends, he feels comfortable and can talk to Jenny a lot. Alexander is a man born in Japan. His father and mother are a mixture of Korean and Japanese. That's why his face looks very Asian. He had only come to this city for a year and a half and had just been accepted into his company as administrative staff. He's not a rich career person.. but Jenny is confused because he had a lot of branded stuff.

Oh yea and he is half Spanish and American. His mom is Spanish and dad is an American. And Jaxon is extremely rich. Once we finished our drinks and we got to know each other well, it was starting to get dark outside so we decided to head back to campus. “ it was nice getting to know you carinò” he said giving me a small smile. “You tooo” I said with a side grin. “Oh yes you didn’t tell me about that kaiden guy you was running from? He looked kind of worried “ he said glancing at me.

His beautiful green eyes meet mine. "Jazmin, it's good to see you, Hun," he said, approaching me with open arms. Even though he has been in New York for a long time, his Mexican accent still comes through. He is half Mexican, one-fourth American, and one-fourth Filipino. "Jake! Oh my God. I've been missing you terribly," I hugged him. "I missed you, too, bitch," he said, poking my nose. I burst out laughing. Can he get any gayer? His mouth is full of sweet words.

“I’m pregnant, I can’t do heavy labor… Could you please just let me stay for a while? I can cook, I can clean…” Jax listened, then burst out laughing. “Of course you can stay! A mother-to-be brings good luck to a house. Besides, this place is too big for just me anyway.” I later found out that Jax had been a feared interrogator for the Southern Alliance’s Crimson Maple pack. He retired to the borderlands after being severely wounded in a brutal battle. He took me in, a useless woman with nothing. He went from being a kind landlord to being the only real family I had ever known.

I nodded hesitantly, "but I won't go into too many details" He accepted that answer, "I don't think I'd survive if you did go into all the details" I laughed softly at that, "he's from Jamaica just like me and he's what we call a Don back home. He's like the mafia readers you read about except worse. There's no one that he cares about, no family or friend. At first, he hid that side of himself from me and I was completely clueless for a good three months but then I started to put the pieces together"

" You don't get to be lazy right now!" *** When Jax walks in taking up the entire freaking door way, it was only a time before the anxiety between the small family of refugees hit the roof. He's there tall, big and staring, completely innocent, while I'm sure he looks nothing of the sort. That's the thing with Jax. On the outside he's meancing, the flame tattoo on his arm doing very little to convince anyone that he's harmless; especially with those bulging arms of his. But when he opens his mouth it's a different story. I'm not saying he's stupid, far from it. Jax is kind, too kind sometimes.

Now, she kind of wished that he’d been an asshole about it, and told her to find her own goddamn way to his place. “What?” Annie said. “Come on,” Sarah said. “Don’t give Jax a hard time, OK?” “What the hell kind of a name is ‘Jax’ anyway?” Annie asked. “I don’t know,” Sarah muttered. “Maybe short for Jackson?” “But then wouldn’t he be ‘Jack’?” “I don’t know.” “You don’t know much about this guy, do you?” Annie shook her head. “Come on, Sarah… you sure you want anything to do with anyone from that shithole?”

I’m sure he’d have much to say if I could still use the link. Jax is the perfect blending of Jason and Jen’s wolf Cheri. Jax has Jason’s silver eyes and Cheri’s silver coat. The first time Austin shifted, I saw how much Jax looked like Cheri and Jason. I had to excuse myself from the event. I couldn’t break down in front of everyone. Least of all, in front of my father. “HOLY SHIT!! THAT WAS SO COOL!” River and Sage overlapped in their excited reactions to seeing Jax. “Does it hurt? Can you run on three legs? How do you communicate like that?” Their questions once again started up.

He stood in the Krauser Kartel’s main operations hub, his arms crossed, his gaze fixed on the flickering tactical maps. "You’re staying?" Kenji Treslow had asked him earlier, surprised. Jax was a rising star in the Phoenix Mafia, Townsville’s elite. His place was at the spearhead of the Townsville liberation. "I can't go, Kenji," Jax had replied, his voice unusually soft. He looked toward the door where Jade had just left.