Pomni X Jax Sus Novels & Stories

“We can eat, maybe watch a movie, and then we’ll have a sit down and have a good talk of mice and men. Plan?” Jaxsen smiled, for a moment his worries forgotten. “Plan,” he confirmed with a single nod. The atmosphere lightened and they spoke of happier matters, both content for a window of peace in the midst of underlying chaos. For breakfast they dined on mushroom and cheese omelets with diced ham and green bell peppers. Sebastian made it a point to make Jaxsen smile or even laugh, and ended up picking ‘The Lion King’ as their breakfast movie. Jaxsen’s ‘all-time favorite.’

I honestly don't think my heart could beat for another. "Hey Tess, you gonna dust that picture all day?" I heard Jaxon laugh. " No Jax!" I rolled my eyes and set the picture down. Jaxon is Chris's cousin, also one of my best friends. He's a very handsome werewolf with light brown hair, green eyes, and a smile like sunshine.As he walked behind me I got a snap notification from Chris. He was sitting in his car with Samantha, his good friend who happens to be a witch he met on campus, both smiling with the text saying road trip. I snapped back with Jax making a funny face over my shoulder telling them to have fun. and stay safe.

Skated away slowly. But the damage was done. Two other alphas both Stormbreakers this time had stopped to watch. One of them, a veteran defenseman named Reyes, skated over. “Harlan,” Reyes said. Quiet. Concerned. “You need to get those suppressants adjusted. You’re broadcasting. Hard.” Jax’s chest tightened. “I’m working on it.” Reyes studied him. “You smell like Kane too. Strong. Like ” “Don’t,” Jax cut in. Sharp.

"What is wrong with *me*? I was standing exactly where you told me to stand! Your rookie is the one who can't aim a shot!" "You didn't move, Liam!" Jaxson shouted, using his first name for the very first time. The sound of it sent a bizarre, electric shock straight down Liam’s spine. Jaxson took another step, his massive chest nearly pressing against Liam's knees as he loomed over him. "You saw that puck coming and you just froze like a deer in the headlights! Do you have any idea what an eighty-mile-an-hour piece of vulcanized rubber does to a face? You could have been blinded! You could have—"

These crapsters brought the worst out of me. “Ho ho ho. Hear the Queen of Immaturity speak,” Jax hissed. “Better than smelling the poopy Vulture King,” I hissed back. “Dirty Goblin” “Dumb Pig” “Potty Mouth” “Barbaric Caveman” “Basic Bitch” “Clothes Whore” “Hey ! I am just an OCS- Over Compulsive Shopper,” Jax protested. “Clothes Whore,” Kai and I deadpanned. “Your moral compass is on fire,” Jax huffed.

I said to Jax and Rev smirked at him as we all caught him watching Chris get into her car. “Shit Jax, your days are numbered,” Preston said with a laugh. Jax was a head shorter than me with brown hair and blue eyes, he was my right hand and I trusted him with my life. Preston had black hair with neon blue streaks and a piercing through his eyebrow, he was the same height as Jax and the carefree one of the group.

Raine mused. Jax's hand smacked her ass. "What the hell Jax!" "That was for the sass and jumpstart round two." He grinned. Pamela went back to the bar. "Can I get a coke?" There was a different younger guy there. "Just a Coke?" "Well with ice of course." She replied. "Coming right up." She noticed he had a prospect patch on.

POV: JAXON We filmed the statement in our living room. Simple. Direct. Honest. No fancy production. No PR team. Just me, sitting in my home, speaking from the heart. The FBI helped distribute it. Social media. News outlets. Everywhere. Within hours, it was everywhere. I looked into the camera and spoke. "My name is Jaxon Winters. Formerly Jaxon Romano. I was born into a legacy of violence and fear. My father, Dante Romano, ran a criminal organization for over thirty years. He hurt people. Destroyed lives. Built an empire on suffering.

“You here to browse or looking to get something done?” I set my grocery bag down just inside the door. My palms felt damp. “Get something done, I think.” The buzz-cut guy smiled—slow, easy, no mockery in it. “Cool. I’m Jax. That’s Marcus.” He nodded toward the bearded one. “First time?” “Yeah.” I took a step closer. My voice came out quieter than I wanted. “First time.” Marcus straightened from the counter. Up close he was even taller than he’d looked through the window. “No rush. We can talk it through. What are you thinking?”

Samantha’s POV “You blithering, annoying leech,” Xereus growled as he tried to pry off Jax off his back while succeeding in clawing Jax more number of times at the same time. “Dude, you should have stopped taking drugs long back. Your voice is awfully scratchy,” Jax did not hide the disdain in his voice, nor the condescending tone which drove Xereus nuts. Actually, Jax could make anyone go mad if he wanted to.