Off Limits Ja Low Novels & Stories

Thelma’s POV He grabbed my jaw gently, brushing it with his thumb as he let out a smirk. “You’re the reason I was standing on that ice watching Jax lift it.” And when he'd bent slightly again, his forearm rested on his knee. That towel shifted and I looked up fast. “But hate doesn’t win,” he exhaled“Leverage does.” I grab the arm rest, my eyes hovering around the room as nothing of what he said was registered in my head.

"What does that mean, Sarah?" "It means Arthur Vance realized he couldn't suspend Jaxson for a fight, so he's trying to disqualify you on a financial technicality," Sarah explained, her eyes locking onto Liam’s wide, dark blue eyes with a chilling clarity. "The regional training stipend is legally contingent on an active, verifiable, non-fraudulent co-habitation status. Marcus is asserting that because you maintain separate bedrooms in the Manhattan penthouse, the partnership is a material misrepresentation designed to bypass the league’s strict independent funding caps."

He silences it without answering and slides it into his pocket. "Who's that?" Callum asks, not looking away from the TV. "No one." Caleb's jaw tightens. "Wrong number." But I saw the name on the screen. Two letters. Ja. Jade is still out there. The yoga instructor. The woman he brought to Lux. The one who watched me drop my dress and claim him in front of her. I look down at my hands. They're steady. That's something.

Just frozen terror. Jade tilted her head, her lips curling into a condescending smirk as she crossed her arms. “How would a low life like you even afford this mall? This whole mall costs around nine hundred million dollars. You haven’t even bought a jewellery of fifty-five million, not to talk of nine hundred million.” Vivian stepped forward, that smug smile playing on her lips as she folded her arms tightly across her chest, her chin lifted in superiority. “Honestly, sis, I never knew you’ve taken a job as a joker.

“So I'll appeal the grade.” He leaned forward, “On what grounds? You’re a scholarship student, and—you have only one chance to appeal to the board every semester, and you already used it for your previous assessment, so I guess there’s literally no way out now, Miss Marsh.” I pressed my lips together and stared at him, refusing to let him see how badly he had cornered me. “But I'm reasonable, I'm willing to give you an alternative.” He ran his hand through his blonde hair. My stomach dropped. “What alternative?”

I pulled it closer, flipping open the folder to the final page. The therapist’s assessment was dated just three weeks ago. Patient exhibits high levels of emotional exhaustion and detachment from peers. Symptoms align with severe burnout, aggravated by pressure. It is highly recommended to maintain structure while avoiding high-stress ultimatums. The patient should be treated with care and not be pressured or provoked.

That didn’t answer anything. But he kept walking. Towards the locker room. The locker room was too quiet. Too empty. Too… charged. “I’ll wait outside,” I said quickly. “No.” Of course not. I exhaled, turning slightly away as he moved. Then... Fabric shifted. I made the mistake of glancing back. And immediately regretted it. Damon had already pulled his shirt off, completely unbothered, like this was normal. Like I was the strange one for reacting. I turned away fast, squeezing my eyes shut.

Music still blared, but the energy had shifted—louder, messier, more reckless. “Rules are simple,” someone shouted. “A girl lies down, exposes some skin, a guy pours a drink and takes a shot from her.” My stomach twisted as I looked toward the table and saw Julia already lying there, her top pushed up just enough to expose her stomach, her lipstick smudged, looking comfortable as she waited and watched everyone like this was normal. Klaus walked in from the balcony and stood a few feet away, watching with amusement before his eyes found mine again, and it felt like the room had tilted.

He nodded, sliding his fingers across his tablet. “There's a problem with the Tokyo deal.” “Of course there is,” I mutter, pinching the bridge of my nose as we walk to my office. “What now?” He shifts his weight, handing me the tablet. “The legal team flagged a discrepancy in the export clause. Something about intellectual property rights not being honored under Japanese law.” I furrow my brows, “We’ve been negotiating this for four months. And they just noticed?” He purses his lips, taking the tablet back from me, “Apparently, it slipped through when the translation drafts were outsourced.”

Blurb Sabrina Daniels has spent years quietly pining for her older brother’s closest friend—the star forward and team captain, Ronan Dickson. When her parents leave the country for several months, she’s more than happy to move into the house her brother shares with Ronan… until the night she finally confesses how she feels and he turns her down. Shattered and embarrassed, Sabrina does her best to stay out of his way. But living under the same roof—and the undeniable pull that still crackles between them—makes distance almost impossible. Ronan may have rejected her, yet he never pulls away when she tests the boundary again. What begins as stolen, secret kisses quickly deepens into