Nia Jax Theme Song Lyrics Novels & Stories

Me and Jax were on borrowed time, and pretty soon, we’d be out of it. *** “Cold?” At first, I didn’t hear what Jax said. I was too busy laughing at something Louis was saying whilst trying to listen to the hauntingly beautiful sound of Dion singing. The others were singing right along with him, trying to drown him out, but I could still hear him clearly. Haunting. That was the only way to describe his voice. It made me wonder why he didn’t do more acoustic work. But maybe he did, and I just hadn’t heard it. I would have to pay more attention to what the guys were bringing out when I got back to the UK. Maybe buy some albums and follow them on their social media.

》》Jack《《 Calvin drove us to Jason's apartment. It was a silent drive. Radio was crap, playing the most depressing songs you'll ever hear. The one song that really hit so hard, I saw Jason cry, was Happier by Marshmello and Bastille. I'm not too sure what about the lyrics caused Jason to shed a few tears, but I knew I had to listen to that song again, maybe look up the lyrics.

“More?” Jax smirked. “Tradition.” They helped me back onto the piercing chair, blanket still around my shoulders. Then they stood in front of me again—side by side, naked from the waist down, cocks hanging soft but still impressive. Jax cleared his throat dramatically. Marcus started it, low and off-key but sincere. “Happy birthday to you…” Jax joined in immediately, grinning like an idiot. “Happy birthday to you…” They sang the whole damn song—slow, goofy, voices cracking on the high notes. I laughed so hard tears came back, different tears this time. Happy. Ridiculous. Perfect.

Verse 2: I was a girl caught under your tongue but I'm glad you dropped me, If not, I wouldn't have realized something better than loving you foolishly, I'm going to reach the heights you prevented me from, Shoot so far, And, I'll make it count this time ( Repeat Bridge and Chorus) JACOB POV The more I listened to Jazz sing the more I fell in love with her over again. She was so beautiful when she sang with the lights on like she was an angel from heaven. I wanted her to be mine but my time was ticking because of the man who was staring daggers behind my back. Asphalt was a man who I couldn't understand.

He stood up and raised his hand asking for silence "The incoming Luna has gone to bed and I would like to retire to bed as well, good night to you all" "Long live alpha Jax" they all chanted as I walked towards my quarters

Jax felt the bed vibrate under her struggle. He leaned over her, his forehead pressing against hers, his sweat dripping onto her cheek. "I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. Breathe with me, sunshine. Just breathe." "It hurts," she sobbed, the words ripped out of her. "Jax, it hurts so much." "I know, I know," he choked out, his own eyes burning. He felt the phantom pain in his own chest, a desperate, tearing sensation that mirrored every tightening knot in her body.

His jaw was sharp, mouth still flushed from the cold, eyes steady and dark as they locked onto Ryder first, and then shifted to his parents. “Hi,” Jax said, voice calm, easy. “I’m Jax Calloway.” His mom blinked. “Oh,” she said faintly. His dad cleared his throat. “You—play center?” Jax’s mouth twitched. “Yeah. I do.” “We’re—yeah, we’re both centers,” Ryder added, a little too quickly. Jax shot him a brief look, something amused, and then faced forward again, steady. There was another pause. A long one.

Jaxson mulls it over in his mind for a minute then looks to me and asks, “Does that sound okay to you, we could go out for a little while and maybe enjoy the sunshine for a bit.” I instantly perk up and get excited, but I try to keep myself calm. “Yes, that sounds perfect, Please Jax, just for a little while. Please Alpha?” He lets a low growl escape, and I know I have him right where I want him, He can't say no to me, especially when I call him Alpha. Meanwhile, I hear my mom across the kitchen let a little giggle out because she knows exactly what it does to him, and she knows he can't say no to me as well.

“My Jack, against all logic or reason, the echo of my lonely heart knew the name on my tongue and in my heart.” “Tell me the name, Jazz.” “Fear was such a basic part of me. I choose to follow the freedom of my heart. Jack Warren, you brought sunshine into my cold, empty heart. You made my heat fill with love. I choose to love rather than fear. The echoes of my heart knew you name forever. I just had to listen and not fear. I am Jack’s Jazz.” THE END

ll do it “Brillant I’ll be in touch, goodnight sweetie” “Nighty Night Jax” I said hanging up.