Off Limits Ja Low Novels & Stories

★One Year Ago★ Jade sat on the floor, sobbing loudly and scratching her arms, trying to get rid of the feel of her harasser's skin against hers. She kept replaying the last few hours in her mind. She could still feel his body against hers and it made her feel worthless and dirty. And like a thousand bugs were crawling through her skin, eating her up.

"One good looking woman stops by your office and you act like you haven't been around them in years." He hadn't. Bethany had done a number on him, and after her he'd sworn them off, hoping to one day get back in the game. He ran his hand down his chest, patting the firm muscle of his pec as he closed his eyes, trying to hold onto the reason for giving up on love. This girl didn't even seem interested and yet he knew quite well that seeing her twice in two days was more than coincidence. He exhaled slowly, opening his eyes and grimacing at himself in the mirror. "Get your shit together. She's probably not even available, and even if she was... you’re jaded as hell and she's way outta your lea

Crouched down in front of the armchair so he was level with her. His eyes on hers. “I’m not a safe choice,” he said. Low. “You know that. My father is Gerald Osei. There’s an NCA investigation. There’s all of it.” “I know.” “Marcus is still working through it.” “I know.” “And you’re 22—”

Jeremy said. His voice didn't carry the standard professional cadence of a corporate attorney. It was low, gravelly, and vibrating with an ancient, tectonic rage that seemed to rise directly from the concrete foundations of the building. "You utilized a legacy administrative override," I replied, my voice maintaining its flat, mechanical cadence through sheer force of cognitive will. My internal diagnostics were screaming at me to implement defensive posturing, to recalibrate the distance, to identify escape vectors. I suppressed them all. "The code was 'ORACLE_9_LEGACY'. You only deploy that signature when you intend to force a direct system confrontation."

The difference mattered. “I’m going to bed,” I said, even though it wasn’t even nine. Phoenix leaned back into the couch, folding his arms behind his head. “No post-massage review? Yelp me, at least.” I gave a lazy shrug. “Three stars. Too chatty.” Jack snorted quietly. Phoenix looked betrayed. “Chatty? You wound me.” “Goodnight, Phoenix.” As I passed by Jack, he finally lifted his head, eyes scanning me for too long. I didn’t stop walking.

But this is where their story needed to end. Off Limits was never about perfection. It was about crossing lines, paying the price, and choosing love anyway. It was about two people who weren’t supposed to want each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to heal each other—and did. Who weren’t supposed to become home—and somehow became exactly that. Callie and Grayson don’t need more chapters to prove their love. They fought for it. They bled for it. They claimed it in the light, not the shadows. Letting them live quietly, fiercely, and fully after the final page is the greatest mercy I could give them.

The room registered it the way rooms registered unexpected honesty. Then Ortega stood up. Second year linebacker. He'd said approximately twelve words all season in any team context. He was not a speaker. He was a player, the kind who communicated on the field and let the field be the whole of it. He stood up. He said: "I don't care what anyone does off the field. Reyes wins us games. Whitfield wins us games. That's my whole position." He sat back down. The room was quiet for a second.

" I was at a loss for words after hearing what he said. However, I did think that it sounded reasonable. I couldn't possibly come over every day, and helping just once wouldn't fix the situation. I couldn't help but ask, "How would video calling Yvonne help you, though? Do you really think Yvonne can help you resolve your urges through a screen?" Clyde set me down and replied, "You're overthinking this, Michelle. Yvonne can't keep up because she's too innocent. You see, if she watches us having sex together, it might actually wake something up in her. "Plus, seeing me with another woman will spark some serious jealousy, and that should make her want to step up her game in the bedroom."

"A-ah... fuck, Ariel... s-stop... no, keep going... mmm, fuck... you're so good at this... hnggh!" I was working Kael with my hand and riding Dante but the aphrodisiac and the exhaustion were starting to win. My hips began to give out, my pace faltering. Jax saw it immediately. He lunged forward, his hands locking onto my waist like iron clamps. He took over the work, bouncing me on Dante’s dick with a terrifying, full-power force that made me shriek.

Olivia tried to assure her but Sarah wasn't ready to buy her encouragement. "He hates me! He hates me! He hates me and I hate him too!" She cried out. "Shut up!" Olivia yelled back at her. Sarah said nothing and continued to fill her mind with the thought that Jake only loves Diva and would never love. She gripped her bed sheet tightly. How she wished she wasn't born as an omega. How she wished her parents were the nicest people on earth then, she might have not found Jake. She kicked Olivia off her bed as she climbed onto it as whimpered in tears. Olivia tried to stop her but she couldn't as Sarah's tears increased. She left her alone, leaving her to soak her bed with tears.