Paxton Yoshida Novels & Stories

He remembered very clearly that Yolanda had said she could easily destroy Sadie’s reputation with just a few words. “Paxton, is he your friend?” Paxton’s face was stern as he said, “I know his father.” “I see!” Kayson nodded and said, “He has a lot of social media resources?” “Yeah. He works in the social media industry… so he has a lot of resources regarding social media.” Kayson nodded. “I want his company.” Juneau’s face turned pale as he shouted, “No way!” Paxton slapped him across the face again. “Shut up!”

Jaxon winked at her and headed down the short hall. Pax looked up from his computer and smiled at Jaxon. He was an older man with graying hair and beard. He had deep green eyes that were starting to get crows’ feet in the corners. If he would stand up from his chair, he would stand only a few inches below Jaxon’s height with thick soled boots. “Come on in and sit down.” Pax grinned at him. “Oh, shut the door.” Crap. Jaxon thought as he closed the door and then turned to sit down in front of his boss’ desk. If the door was closed, this would not be good.

“That night, in front of a good scotch, Paxton talked of things that happened in his life I knew nothing about. I mean, I knew something about his childhood years but not everything. Even at school, Paxton wasn’t talking much, keeping a low profile, focusing on his studies.” “What did he say to you?” “Paxton was living with Amelia in a very small apartment. So, every time his mother was… uhm… falling in love, that boyfriend would come and stay with them. He said every man present in his mother’s life has tried to buy his affection with gifts, trying to bribe him into accepting them, but he never liked that. And hated all of them.” “Oh…” she whispered. “We were in the fourth grade when he got

His voice startled him bringing him out of his thoughts, "Have you by any chance met her before? Jaxton sat comfortably, he knew she must have by chance mistook him for Jaxton. "Why would I? We have virtually nothing in common" he defended, then he recalled the weird moment he saw them both, in the elevator, "You know her? What kind of girl is she?" Paxton knew the girls who often hang around his brother were all nothing but touts, was she one of his bedroom chicks? He frowned at the thought of this, "Yes, I know her but not what you're thinking." He smirked, standing up, Paxton's eyes immediately followed him,

he grumbles as Pax and I exchange a look. “Hunter, you're 18. You still have plenty of time to find your mate … if anyone should be getting antsy, it’s grandpa Pax here,” I gesture as Pax flips me off. “I’m 8 years older than you, Jaden … I’d hardly say I’m past my prime,” he smooths his hands down his toned chest in emphasis.

He tried saying again. Well, she wasn't wrong but I did feel kind of sorry for the kid, he seemed shy, fragile and weak, three things mom hated the most. "S-she says I'm n-not her c-child a-and and s-screams at m-me a lot too." "Why are you here kid?" I asked young Paxton rather rudely making the kid almost jump off the bed. "I-i thought l-le-letting you o-out w-would make at o-one of us h-happy, so I t-took t-t-the keys from mummy." Paxton said.

“Paxton is a fairy, and his power color is purple. That's why his hair and eyes are usually purple. All of his magic is purple, like his portal. Pax has this thing where when he gets too excited, his powers kinda explode out of him in this quick burst of purple sparkles, and it covers everything in its vicinity. Your room would be covered from top to bottom in purple sparkles, and it would be a pain to clean up. It sticks to everything!” Art said, and the Omega's blush deepened. He made an adorable noise that sounded similar to a puppy whining as he covered his face. “Oh, I'm sorry! I love your sudden sparkle bursts?” Art said, scooping the Omega off the ground and into his arms.

he ask while looking down at his hand. "Nixon Marsh" I say as our order is called. We each take our drinks and walk out of the shop turning towards the same direction. Taking this as a chance to ask him a few questions I ask him how old he is, he tells me he's nineteen studies at the Brayer collage.

made me slow my pace and move closer. "...going to be epic," one of them was saying, a tall guy with bleached hair. "Gabriel's been training for weeks." "Yeah, but Paxton's got that new engine modification," replied a girl with purple streaks in her hair. "My money's on him." "Are you kidding? Gabriel's bike is a beast," said another guy, shorter with thick glasses. "Plus, he's got that hunger, you know? Like he's got something to prove."

"Sir, do you want us to find an opportunity to teach that kid a lesson?" "Hmph!" Rylan snorted. "He's Paxton!" Paxton's abilities and intelligence were top-notch. He had been faithfully serving Branden for many years. If it weren't for Branden, he could have easily made a name for himself in the glamorous upper-class society.